“Did he? Did your father kill mine?” Layla asked me. “My uncles told me that my father had to know the vampire who drained the life out of him. There was no struggle, no signs of a fight, and in fact, his body was laid out in such a way to indicate that the vampire cared about him. Your father seemed saddened when I told him my dad was dead.”
“Maybe he died at the hand of his vampire lover,” I said in a serious tone. That was quite possible.
She gulped down air. “Nonsense. My dad would never.” She lowered her gaze to her fingers, where she absently picked at a nail. “Do you think that’s true?” she asked Wyman.
He shrugged with one shoulder. “I wouldn’t know. The only personal information he ever mentioned was how much he cared about getting you and your sisters out of the family business.”
Tripp cleared his throat. “Let’s focus back on why we’re here.”
Layla’s gaze was riveted to Wyman. She completely ignored Tripp. “Why did you want Sam alive? You didn’t give us much information about the job.”
I leaned against the wall. “To hand me over to the CIA so they could lock me in a cage and study my DNA like every other fucker out there.”
Wyman leaned forward as if he was about to tell her a secret. “I feel like I should warn you about him.” He tipped his chin at me.
She batted her blue eyes my way, shy yet patronizing. “I know what he’s capable of.”
I couldn’t wait to see her begging me to fuck her over and over again. “I doubt that,” I uttered with a grin.
Tripp, who was across from me, cleared his throat loudly as irritation washed over him. “Tell us about Roman, Wyman. Otherwise, I will be tempted to have Sam do more than take your memories.”
“Roman?” Layla’s voice hitched.
Tripp’s gaze jumped to Layla. “Before Wyman shares his knowledge, I want to be clear. We have a lot of power on this naval base, and I’m not just talking about the damage Sam can do. As much as we don’t want to harm a human, we will go to great lengths to get the truth.” He tucked his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants as some of his anger subsided. “Therefore, before we leave this room, you and Wyman will lay everything out on the table. Is that understood?”
She was breathing heavily as her rage hit me harder than Tripp’s had a moment ago. “Anything to get the fuck out of here. I’m tired of being around your kind.”
Wyman sat back. “You’ll let me go too. Right? No funny shit like toying with my brain?”
Tripp looked at me as if he wanted my permission. I wasn’t sure if we could let him go. With our luck, Wyman would end up working for Roman or any of our enemies. Or he might have proof of us. Granted we had his notebook, laptop, and files, but I didn’t think he was a complete idiot. He had to have a backup of his info somewhere.
I think we should keep him here until we can learn more from his notebook or make sure he doesn’t have any video or pictures of us on some backup drive,I relayed to Tripp telepathically.I would hate to have the CIA breathing down our necks. Plus, he says his memory is spotty—let’s make sure it is.
“That’s up to you,” Tripp said to Wyman. “We still have a lot to discuss.”
For real. Like whether he has had contact with his former partner, finding out if he was really working alone, and what, specifically, he remembered.
A muscle ticked in Wyman’s jaw until he sighed. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t give you a firm answer either.” He seemed to be thinking back to when he was an agent and in a similar situation and role as Tripp. “I’ll cooperate.”
We didn’t need him to since my father and Jo could read his mind if we asked. However, reading minds knocked the wind out of them, and according to Jo, it was a terrible ability to have. She hated experiencing others’ thoughts.
“Layla, you need to tell them that you’re working with Roman.”
“I am not,” she rushed out as she dripped with shock that Wyman had outed her. “The vampire wants my sisters and me dead.”
“And that’s why you’re here,” Wyman added. “Though I haven’t figured that part out. All I can tell you is that Roman and a woman are holding Jordyn hostage.”
Layla scurried to the door faster than the speed of light.
I had her by the arm before she could storm out. “Wait one second.”
She bared her teeth at me. “Get those disgusting fingers off me.”
I smiled, showing my fangs. “You will come clean.” I was growing tired of her defiance.
“Please. You don’t scare me.” Her heartbeat was slower than ever, indicating she wasn’t frightened of me at all.
The door burst open, and she stumbled back into me.
