“He’s trying to get Reed to a strip club?” I ask. “Fucking idiot. What’s the name?”
“It’s more like a rave. Amateur Night tonight. Reed is doing a good job blowing him off,” Kade replies. “He’s only repliedonce, more interested in planning a day for him and Bonnie tomorrow.”
“Cute. Where’s Rad?” I ask because I can’t get the phone call from the other night out of my head.
“What are the chances that you’ll sit this one out?” he asks.
“Zero,” I answer. I hand him my phone. “Just put it in the GPS.”
Kade sighs heavily as he takes my phone and enters the name and address of the club into it. “Keep this on. Do not disappear,” he says as he turns it around.
I put my hand on it to get it back, but Kade tugs on it once to get my attention.
“Please don’t do anything stupid,” he says.
I stare at him for a beat, Bonnie’s texts racing through my mind.
I’m scared.
“Do you know what she just texted me?” I say softly.
Kade’s jaw twitches. “What?”
“Bonnie texted me. Her stalker. She texted her stalker and said she was scared,” I say, and I watch Kade’s shoulders drop. “She said she was scared, and it’smyfault.”
“It’s not your fault,” he says.
“It’s my fault that I didn’t take care of all of them that night,” I say.
“You took care ofher,” he argues.
“I should have taken care of them, too. If I’d done that, she wouldn’t be in danger. They wouldn’t be calling her.Radwouldn’t be calling her—”
“You don’t know for certain that it’s him.”
“Of course, I know it’s him!” I snap, tears burning the back of my nose. “Of course, it’s fuckinghim. He was there. He. Was.There.He had her wings in his hand and his dick—” I stop talking mid-sentence, the memory pelting on my brain. Rad’slaugh repeats itself over and over andover, the sound of his head hitting the sink, the garbled cry of his friend when I cut his throat, Bonnie’s mumbling pleas…
My fingers crease in my hips. I force a breath into my lungs. And I close my eyes to push the memory out before it’s too late.
“I’m not going to kill him,” I say as I grab my helmet. “Not tonight. But I am going to scare him just like he scared her. You can have my back or not. I’ll gladly spend the night in jail if it means maybe he learns a fucking lesson.”
Kade sighs and turns back to his computer. “I’ll lock out the cameras outside. Please make good choices.”
I’ll make the ones she needs.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
GEMMA
Neon lights.
Thumping music.
Distracted, drunk idiots.
All of it creates plenty of shadows to hide within.
Slipping in through the backdoor with a couple more dancers there for Amateur Night was easy enough. Getting onstage in my pink wig, fishnets, boots, and a strappy sequin lingerie set to match my half-mask was easy enough.
