When I asked my brother about it when he took me home, he explained my father owed the guy a favor in the future for getting rid of the body.My brother never lied to me, and now...years later, I wished I hadn’t asked...because he received the same fate.
Did the same guy in the suit get rid of my brother’s body?Does my father owe him two markers now?Probably many more markers over the past few years.How many men have lost their lives in the underground events my father organizes?
My eyes burn and I quickly wipe my sleeve over the wetness of my cheeks as I turn to reach for a cloth.
“Sorry,” I mutter.“I didn’t get much sleep, and yes, my brother is missing.”
It’s the only answer to his question because I have no solution to the delay of money.My mind suddenly jumps to why Fiero would be here when the money isn’t even overdue yet.Besides, wouldn’t the administration reach out first?Fiero strides closer and removes an invisible speck off his suit.
Fiero is wearing a suit, just like the guy at my father’s events who handles issues that need to be swept under a rock.My gaze glides to his buckle where he pulled a tiny knife from and cut someone’s hand for freaking touching him.
My heart now skips for a whole different reason, and I can hear the fear in my own voice when I whisper, “Why are you here?”
CHAPTER FIVE
–FIERO –
Her gaze is still on my buckle.The fear in her gaze lets me know she’s reminded of what she witnessed a few weeks ago.
“I’m here to get some answers,” I remind her.
Quinn wrings her hands, brushing her thumb along something on her wrist.My gaze falls on a tiny tattoo.A heart with her brother’s initial.I’m sure she didn’t have it when I first met her, I would have noticed.
I’m about to question her about it when she suddenly blurts, “Did you have something to do with my brother’s death?Shit.Never mind.He’s missing.He might turn up, I’m sure.”Her eyes go down and she adds on a whisper, “You’re wearing a suit.Suits are the ones to look out for.Shady, cleanup, demanding markers for who knows what.I don’t trust men who wear suits.My head hurts.I’m confused, and so damn tired while I’ve been in bed for days on end.”She clears her throat and raises her voice.“I have to go.I’ve missed enough classes and these might be my last ones.”
Quinn scoops up her backpack and shakes her head as if she’s trying to clear the fog her head is wrapped in.According to the authorities her brother is missing, not dead like she just mentioned.For her not to trust men in suits?What the hell did she get herself involved in?I step in front of her to block her from making a quick escape.
“Not so fast, little one.”I take the backpack from her, pull out a chair, and order, “Sit.”
Her eyes go wide, and my cock twitches when her lush ass instantly molds to the chair.
“Good girl,” I praise.“Now, tell me who’s responsible for your brother’s death.”
Her eyes flash with panic and she croaks, “He’s missing, not dead.”
A lie.Judging from her reaction, I’m fairly sure the man isn’t walking this planet anymore.There are more ways to get to the truth.Strangely enough, I’m not liking the way my gut turns by the thought of pushing this woman to get answers.
