“Let me fucking talk,” I tell her. “If you’re going to lie to me, then we’re going to sit here until we get to the truth.”
I motion for Dylan to put his hand on the coffee table. “Right here,” I tell him. “Like this. Starfish style. That’s it.”
He knows what I’m doing, and he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t want to comply, but I grab him by the throat and clamp my hands down hard.
“It’s your neck or your fingers. You choose.”
Shayla starts crying, and I throw her a look. “What is this asshole to you? Your dealer? What the fuck are you crying for?”
Dylan’s got one hand spread open, palm down on the table. I pull a knife from my back pocket. “Now,” I tell him, flipping the blade open, “you’re down one eye, and that lip don’t look too good. You want to lose a whole finger? Start fucking explaining.”
“Phantom, please. Don’t.” Shayla’s snorting hard now, snot and tears wetting her face.
Viper makes a disgusted noise, but I just hold up a hand. I’ve got this. Shayla is mine to deal with.
I take the blade of the knife and stab the tip into the coffee table, right between Dylan’s thumb and index finger. “Start fucking talking.”
Dylan reaches out with the hand not on the coffee table and puts it on Shayla’s knee.
“So that’s how it is,” I say, nodding. Now, it’s all coming into focus. “Jizz over here is your latest boy toy. He’s the one you’ve been fucking around with. Leaving the kids alone so the two of you could get high.”
Neither one of them denies it, and that’s proof enough for me. But if Shayla’s been fucking a prospect and the two of them have been doing drugs, that means the break-in at Poppy’s…
It all comes together in my mind in a rush.
I sent Dylan to Poppy’s to clean up. But he’d already been there because he was the one who broke in. Whether Shayla asked him to or it was his idea hardly matters. But I want to know.
“Whose idea was the break-in?” I ask.
“Mine,” Shayla whispers, gripping Dylan’s free hand with hers. “I asked him to scare that bitch who called you about the bill.”
I draw in a furious breath and blow it out slowly.
“So, you’re at my compound—” I point the tip of the knife at him “—drinking my booze and fucking my club bitches.” At that, Shayla shoots him a look, and he just shrugs. “You know how it is, Shayla. A lot of willing pussy and no reason not to go there.”
I’ve been there, done that so many times myself. But the look on her face makes it clear she had no idea he was fooling around on her.
“So, you were a guest in my house, and you decided it was no big deal to—” I stop pacing and bend to scream in his face “—fuck my ex-wife, then break in to my girlfriend’s house.”
“She’s your girlfriend now?” Shayla scowls. “Fucking bitch.”
“You don’t open your damn mouth.” I point the knife at Shayla. “You’re sleeping with this douchebag and bringing him around my kids?”
“I never brought him around the girls,” she says in a rush. “It was never about that, Phantom.”
I ignore her and go back to pacing the floor, punctuating every question with the point of my knife.
I trusted Dylan. He was there the day Shayla confronted me about the kids at the compound. I remember now that he wanted to help, and I told him to keep his ass inside. He probably wanted to make sureShayla didn’t say anything that would let me in on their little secret.
The brotherhood we have is based on trust. I know that I’d put my life in the hands of any one of these guys.
Viper, Savage, Shadow, Blade, Hawk.
They have my back, and I have theirs.
Not even one of them would fuck another man’s ex-wife.
Not a single one of them would break in to an innocent woman’s house.
