Bones tugged something out of his jacket pocket and turned it over, holding it out for me to see. A photo. Me sitting in cafe beside an older man in a suit. "Yeah, Adamo."
I had no idea that was his name. Bones and Angel knew more about my life and contacts than I do. I felt so violated. My hands began to shake as I reached for the photo. "How did you get this? Have you been stalking me?" My stomach twisted in knots and if I'd had anything in it, I'm sure I would have threw it up. Angel had been sweet, wonderful, caring. I didn't expect this.
Not again.
I'd been protecting him by pushing him away, and all the while he was stalking me?
"We have to take her in," Bones said, his gaze directed at Angel.
"I know." Angel pushed off the wall. "Clean and bring her."
Hurt and confused, I shook my head. "I'm not going anywhere."
Bones pulled a gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me. "Yes, you are. First, unlock your phone and hand it to me."
Shocked, I stared at the gun in disbelief. "Why...? How could you...?" No sentences would form. I looked to Angel, but he kept his back to me.
"Unlock your phone," Bones repeated.
This wasn't happening. Couldn't be happening. My fingers flew over the code. I briefly considered hitting the emergency key, but Bones tensed. I handed him the phone and he tossed it to Angel.
Angel scrolled through my phone for a while, no doubt reading my texts. I blushed, knowing he'd be reading what I'd sent Ariana about the size of his dick. Did he get off on that? What an asshole. He stopped scrolling and took the phone apart, examining it. "It's clean. Nothing at all on it. Let's take her in." He shoved the pieces into his pocket.
Waving his pistol, Bones gestured for me to stand. When I did, he patted me down. "Clean," he announced.
"Of course I'm clean. I don't know what you guys think is going on but--"
"Save it and follow him." Bones gestured with the gun again.
"Can I at least take my purse?" I asked.
Bones picked it up and peeked inside before tossing it to Angel. They led me to the backseat of his Hummer, and Bones climbed in beside me, gun still drawn.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
Angel turned to look at me over the seat. "Markie, I need you to be straight with me. Are you a cop?"
"No. I mean, I was going to be, but..." I shook my head. "No."
"Are you with one of the families?"
"I honestly am not even sure what you're talking about. The only family I have is my sister and our uncle. If you're talking about a crime family or something, no. I'm not a cop. Not a criminal. I'm just me and you're scaring the crap out of me. Are you kidnapping me?"
Bones grunted. "Somethin' like that."
"No," Angel said. "I know you don't understand, but I need to protect my family. My dad wants to meet you and before we go in there, I need to know if you're a goddamn cop or a mole from one of the other families."
He looked both angry and worried, and I was so confused. "Why?" I asked.
"Because." He glanced at Bones before facing me again. "If you are, I can't take you to him. I'll need to get you out of here."
Bones stiffened beside me.
"You still got my back, Bones?" Angel asked.
Bones sucked in a deep breath and frowned. "Always."
I still didn't know what was going on. "None of that matters, because I'm not a cop and I'm not mole."
