“Hurt him?” I ask, cringing.
His eyes scan my face as he watches my reaction carefully. “We will. Does that bother you?”
My shoulders fall, my hands clench the comforter.
He sits up and puts his hand over mine. “Think of it this way. If he was a decent human being, he would have done his job and we wouldn’t be where we are now. I think we would have had a much clearer picture of what was going on. You, and my brother”—he shakes his head—“could have had answers a long time ago.”
“I know,” I whisper. My stomach sinks. “Will you and Demon be okay? Won’t the retired cop have a gun?”
“There’s nothing to worry about.”
He’s self-assured, but I’m not. The thought of him getting hurt makes me feel physically ill.
“Is there anything else you haven’t told me?” I ask him.
“Twitch has got the house plans and is working on the security system as we speak. I want to pay Audrey a visit. See if Misty is there.”
“I’m coming!”
“Afterward.” His tone is sharp.
I frown. “What do you mean by that?”
“Once we have the security down and any security guards taken care of.Thenyou can come inside.”
“No!”
His face and body turn to stone. “Well, that’s what’s happening.”
I shake my head. “It’s not, actually. It’s important to me that I’m there. I want to see Audrey’s and Misty’s faces when we find them.”
His face softens and he releases a deep breath.
My lip curves in a victorious smirk. “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes, I can.’” I’m relieved there’s no more pushback. “What about Kane?”
“I’ll call him tonight when I get back. I don’t want him getting involved yet. His emotions make him unpredictable.”
I nod, then glance away, knowing Kane will be as torn up as me.
“I heard about the escorts.”
His eyes widen and he frowns. “Since I’ve known you were in Crown Village, I haven’t seen them.”
Them... I flinch.
“Hey...” he says, cupping my chin. “It’s always only been you.”
I nod in acknowledgment. “Since we’re being honest, can you tell me what you do as a job in the MC?”
“If I tell you, you’re not allowed to talk to anyone about it.”
My pulse skyrockets. “I promise.”
“We earn money by running and managing an illegal fighting ring, here at our warehouse, and we grow and distribute pot.”
My mouth twists. “Is distributing marijuana dangerous?”
“It’s nothing compared to running guns or hard drugs and having to deal with the mafia or a drug lord.”
