“Let’s go over the night at the club.” Fallon clasps his fingers behind his back. Even feet away, he feels too volatile to be this close to me. “Tell me what happened. In detail. Tell me what they said to you.”
“I already did,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I press two fingers to my temple, rubbing at the blooming ache. “Cora and I met them in the club. We spent time with them.”
“Time?”
“Lots of time,” I say, then clear my throat. “Intimate time.”
“With all four of them?”
I bite down on my bottom lip, glancing at the doorway. I have no doubt they can hear this entire conversation, and the thought of fully addressing the fact I fucked his sons while they stand feet away makes my stomach knot.
Fallon’s soft chuckle slips over me, dark and oily. He steps forward. I shrink back, hating that he can see he scares me.
“Did you fuck all of them the night before you were taken?” he asks.
I narrow my eyes. “No.”
“But they touched you in many…” He lets his voice trail off, cocking his head to the side as if choosing the right word. “Intimate ways?”
“I don’t see how this is relevant.”
He shrugs the same way Reaper does. Arrogant and knowing.
“Cora?” he asks.
My brows knit, the weeks of time we spent in bed slamming into me. “I haven’t slept with Cora.”
Fallon’s smirk turns cruel, and I realize I walked right into a trap. “I was asking if Cora slept with all of them when you went into that VIP room. Makes me think you may be having sex with her too.” Icy eyes bore into me, watching my reaction. I hope I give him none. “Did you fuck your adopted sister and let the men watch?”
I wince, but refuse to answer, knowing he’s just trying to get under my skin.
“Isn’t that why they took the Julian girl too?” Fallon asks, glee turning his face hard. “So they could fuck her like the whore she is.”
Anger clogs my throat at his choice of words. “Resorting to name-calling now?”
“Stating the obvious,” he says, rocking back on his heels. “We observed the girl for four years.”
I blink, slumping back into my seat.Four years.
Four years of stalking. Watching. Preparing.
My first day here slams into me. They knew our clothing sizes, including bra and underwear. The shampoos and soaps we bathe with. The fucking feminine products we use.
They know every single detail about us.
I brace my hands on the edge of the table. This was planned, I know, but the reality hits brutally, right in the center of my chest. They took me intending to turn me against my father. Was Cora taken because they knew he was abusing her, hoping to use the information to fuel me?
Striker swears they didn’t know the full extent. Only suspected Rune may have been roughing her up. But what if they are lying? About everything?
I saw the pictures. The files linking lodge members to suspicious transactions over the years, but I never saw concreteevidence that Rune was hunting people. I saw images of mutilated bodies. That’s it.
In reality, did I ever see my father in the pictures? Did any of those transactions prove what he was doing? Covering up money yes, I helped do that, but covering up receiving money from members for actual hunts? Every transaction was a membership fee for his lodge, or a purchase, or a sale. In reality, he could just be reselling weapons. Weapons he purchased from the men.
I was so traumatized after finding out about Rune abusing Cora, I just believed them. What if showing me those pictures, the supposed evidence linking him to hunts, was a way to implant fear that Rune would do that to Cora? What if it was just a way to manipulate my loyalty and get me to agree to kill Rune? Get them into his safe?
What the fuck do they want from his safe?
“That is a long time to watch someone, is it not?” Fallon’s soft tone crashes through the chaos in my head. I meet his eyes. A barren coldness stares back at me. He leans forward, and my anxiety ratchets up a notch. “Do you know why they took you?”
