“Fuck you.”
I stared at him. “No, you’re the one who’s fucked here. If the cops don’t get you, your supplier will.”
His brown eyes widened, and I swore I saw a glimmer of fear there. “You’re whacked.”
“Am I? Why were you in the apartment? We showed five minutes after you got there. Either you couldn’t find something or you planted something. Which is it?”
“You don’t know shit,” he hissed.
One of my brows jumped. “What you don’t know is that I’m a prospect with an outlaw motorcycle club. I wanna earn my patch, I gotta kill someone.” I glanced around. “Quiet apartment like this, you threatening my woman yesterday… The universe might be saying something,” I lied.
My bluff went better than I thought, from the terror flooding Brantley’s face.Andhis pants.
I couldn’t hide my lip curl. “You’re disgusting. Answer my fuckin’ question before I make you shit your pants, too.”
After a long moment, he said, “Fine. I hid half a kilo of coke in her bathroom.”
My vision went red and I took a deep breath. “Whose bathroom? Ines or Alexandra’s?”
“Ines. I didn’t go in that, erm, her room.”
“Good call not insulting her in front of me. We interrupted you, so you had to break in last night after we left?”
“No. Jesus. Told that fuckin’ cop I didn’t do it like seven times last night.”
I shook my head. “When did you hide it?”
“Last Thursday. That’s when I put it in Ines’s bathroom.”
This asshole was trying my last ounce of patience. “Where in her bathroom?”
Brantley rolled his eyes. “Her vent. They have the kind that are in the floor.”
I gave that some thought. “Yesterday morning, did you get your fuckin’ coke out of the apartment?”
“It wasn’t there. I’d ask Ines about it, if your bitch hadn’t gotten us in that damn—”
I punched him in the gut. “It’s not Lex’s fault that someone drifted into the damned lane. You got me?”
He nodded and struggled to get his breath back.
“Is there any chance Ines moved it? Did she know you’re into coke? Hell, are you dealing to her?”
My mind was moving faster as I considered various possibilities on how this could blow back on Alexandra. I hadn’t asked her much about Ines because I was so pissed about how Ines had treated her on Sunday.
Shit.
Brantley blew out a breath. “She might have moved it. I’m not dealing to her…but she sometimes likes a hit before finals.”
I clenched my jaw. “So, she knew that you’re into drugs?”
“She knew I could score for her. I’m not a dealer.”
I shoved him against the wall again. “You hid a fuckin’ half-kilo in her goddamned apartment, asshole! Any cop in their right mind is going to call that intent to distribute.”
“Not my problem,” he muttered.
It wasn’t until I heard Brantley gargle that I realized I was squeezing his throat for all I was worth. I let go and stepped closer. “Itisyour fuckin’ problem. Ifyoudidn’t break into the unit, then who the hell did? Your supplier would be my guess, seeing as a half a kilo of coke is worth thousands.”
