“Yes, the nurse who pretended to give you a birth control shot,” Tyson snaps at me.
I shake my head. “No. I mean, yes, but…” Swallowing, I look back at the guy. “He was the one who helped Luke.” It was loud in the club when Luke dragged me out of it. I was confused, my ears ringing. I didn’t recognize the guy’s voice in the van then, but now I do. Maybe because less time has passed since I was with him last. But I know for a fact it was him.
Tyson turns to face him, taking a step closer. “You were with Luke?” The guy that I remember by the name of Jackson doesn’t answer. “You’ve been here for a week, and you didn’t think to tell me that you helped kidnap her?” he screams.
He goes to run out of the room, but Saint grabs the back of his T-shirt as Tyson steps in front of him, punching him in the face and knocking him to the ground.
“How did you know where her tracker was?” he commands, hovering over him. One shoe on either side of Jackson’s head. “Huh? How the fuck did you know, you son of a bitch?” He steps away only to drag him up by his hair and slam his face into the wall. I watch the blood splatter before he falls to his knees.
“I waited … downstairs in the lobby.” He takes a deep breath. “After I administered the shot…” Blood pours from his face, and his shaking hands come up to wipe it away the best he can. “I followed you guys to Walls—"
“So you killed him,” Tyson growls. “Went in after we left, got the information you needed, and killed him.”
“No.” He shakes his bloody face. “I just reported what I saw.”
“To who?” my husband demands. “Luke?”
He nods, sniffing.
“Was it really Frank who called and told you to administer a fake birth control shot?” Jackson remains silent, and my husband kicks him, forcing Jackson to roll across the floor. “Fucking answer me,” he roars.
“Noooo.” Jackson begins to cry, holding his bloody face.
“Who the fuck was it?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Luke.”
“If Luke knew where her tracker was, then why did he wait so long to go after her?” Saint wonders, and Jackson just shakes his head, not knowing the answer to that.
TYSON
He wantedto make sure I knocked her up.But I keep that to myself.
Fucking finally, I know who is behind all of this. I figured that’s who it was but now I’ve got somewhat of a confession.It’s enough.
I grab my wife’s hand and exit the room with Saint right behind us. He locks the sorry piece of shit inside.
“You think they’re working together?” Saint asks, referring to our other prisoner that we have in the room next to his.
I shrug. “Possibly.”
“Who?” my wife asks, but I can’t tell her. Not yet.
Saint looks over my shoulder, and I see Ryat coming down the hallway to us with a phone and car keys in his hand. “Found it,” he states. I’ve had him searching high and low the past few days. “But it’s dead.”
Of course, it is. Nothing is ever fucking easy.
“I’ll charge it in my office,” Saint speaks.
“I’m going to take Lake back to her room, then I’ll meet you two in there.” I grab her hand and pull her down the hallway to the elevator.
She remains silent as I help her into the bed and pull the covers up to her chin. Rolling over, she gives me her back and sighs heavily. I know she’s mad at me. She just helped me with identifying Jackson as helping Luke, but I’m still keeping secrets from her. It’s best this way.
I exit her room, giving her a second to take everything in. She’s got too many questions that I can’t answer. But I can show her. That requires proof. I already know that Lake isn’t going to believe what I say. And why should she?
Walking into the Spade brothers’ office, I see Saint sitting behind his desk, the phone lying on it plugged in. Ryat is over on the couch, typing away on his.
Going over to Saint’s desk, I plop down in the chair and the picture on his desk catches my attention. It’s of him, Haidyn, and Kashton with his chosen back when he was a senior. They were all four really close. He loved her more than he loved anything else on this planet. But the Lords had other plans for her. I tried my best to help her, but in the end, I just hurt them all even more.
