“No.” Adam shakes his head. “You’ve done enough for everyone else, Haidyn. I’ve made my own deal this time.”
The plane falls silent. No one dares to ask what he’s done, but we all know the answer is sitting right in front of us. He went to Bill and offered up something he couldn’t refuse.
I run a hand through my hair.
“What’s Dollhouse have to do with you?” Kash asks Adam. “If you guys didn’t know where it was, then how can the Lords connect it to you?”
“They can’t necessarily. But the Lords got wind that I’m not ‘missing’ like I’ve been pretending to be for the past four years. So we had to do something…” Adam adds, gesturing to shoot himself in the head.
“How do we know that you weren’t the one to rat him out?” Saint asks Bill.
“You don’t,” he answers.
Adam shakes his head. “He didn’t.” He assures us.
“And Sin?” Kash asks. “What about his assignment?”
Adam nods. “That’s another reason we have to keep quiet about my existence. Sin knows I’m not dead…”
“Now I feel bad for beating the shit out of him,” Kash mumbles. “FUCK!”
“It was for show.” Saint gives a humorless laugh. He sounds as tired as I feel. “You guys set us up.”
“We had very little time and very limited options.” Adam doesn’t agree or disagree. Or elaborate on how he managed to get a body and make it look like him. “I’m trying to do the right thing. The one thing I couldn’t do for Ash…” Adam trails off. “I just…wanted you guys to know that I’m still here.”
Kashton gets to his feet and walks over to Adam who also stands. He slaps his back, hugging him again. “You’re still my brother, no matter what you do or where you live. And you’ll always have a room ready at Carnage if you ever want to come home.”
“Thanks, man.” Adam smiles, pulling away. “You can’t get rid of me that easy,” he jokes.
I stand and dig into my pocket, removing my keys. I pull the one off the ring and hold it out to him. “Here.”
“No…”
“Take it. I bought that house for you. It’s always been yours.”
He takes it and pulls me in for a hug. I hate that we’ve ended up where we are, but I’m proud of Adam standing up for what he believes in. A lot of men we know would never do that. Especially against the Lords. Once you have a target on your back, it’s hard to avoid it. This could be the last time we ever see him.
“Thank you.” He places it in his pocket.
Saint stands and turns to face him. “Don’t get yourself killed,” he says.
Adam laughs. “That’s the only plan I have.” Saint pulls him in for a hug.
“Here. This is for you.” Bill hands me another manila envelope, and I take a second before I open it. What else could he possibly have for me tonight? Removing the contents inside, I look over the picture of the man and then back at Bill arching a brow.
“What happened to him?” he asks, and I have a feeling he already knows.
“I killed him.”
Bill looks over at the detective, who snorts and mumbles, “Fucking Lords.”
“Why does it matter?” I inquire.
“We think he was working with my wife,” Bill answers. “Isabella owns the spa that she had Charlotte going to.”
“Son of a bitch,” I hiss. The fucking bitch was running everything in Charlotte’s life. But it makes sense. That’s how Isabella was able to control the contents that went into her daughter’s IVs. It also explains how Bill was able to change one out to counteract the birth control.
“Who is this and why did you kill him?” Kash asks, taking the envelope from me.
