A few seconds of silence pass, and he sits up. “Kennedy? What the fuck’s going on?”
I take in a shaky breath. “Nix, I work for a black ops intelligence agency.”
“Government?”
I nod, waiting for the fallout.
“I figured. With your connections through your father, the disguises, the phony name…the way you fought me off of you that time.” He shrugs.
“Youfigured?” I give him a shocked look.
“And what have you brought back on me? Some photos? My address? The way I like my cock sucked? I’m more careful than you apparently realize.”
“What are you saying?”
He leans back and the white bedsheet slides aside, revealing the dark trail of hair my eyes can’t help but follow. “I’m saying you’re not privy to anything that could get me arrested. No one is.”
“What about Coco?”
His eyes darken with anger. “She won’t be an issue anymore.”
“Answer me, Nix.” I brush my bangs away from my eyes. “Is she—or was she—able to access information that could get you in trouble?”
He sighs heavily. “Yeah. But I trust that kid with my life. I’ve known her for years. She’d take a bullet for me, and I’d do the same for her.”
“When did you last talk to her?”
His eyes are locked onto me. “Why?”
“She’s in custody.”
He gets out of the bed and walks over to me, his glare unnerving. “In jail? Coco’s in jail right now?”
I nod.
He bends down to meet my gaze, a storm raging in his eyes. “And you fucking knew this whole time and didn’t tell me? You let me fuck you for hours and then sleep while she’s in jail?”
“Yes.”
His hand flies out, and I’m not fast enough to dodge. I’m expecting a blow to my face, but instead, his fist crashes into the drywall behind the chair.
“You motherfucking liar,” he says in a low, ominous tone.
“I never lied.”
He pulls his hand back, and I hear pieces of drywall dropping onto the floor. “I care about two fucking people in this world. You. And her. And you know it.”
“Nix, I needed—”
He stands up. “Don’t fucking tell me what you needed. She was barely hanging on when I found her. No one ever gave a shit if she lived or died before I took her in.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but she fucked up, Nix.”
Storming across the room, he scoops up his jeans from the floor and steps into them. “I know. That’s probably why she didn’t call me to bail her out—because she thinks I’m done with her, too.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. It’s my fucking fault.”
“None of this is your fault.”
There’s fire in his eyes when he turns to me. “Where is she?”
