“It could be Benny,” he guesses.
“He’s locked up inside Carnage.” I shake my head. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve spent significant time there, but we don’t allow prisoners to have screen time.”
He chuckles. “I mean whoever he was working with. Maybe he had to check in, and now that he’s not, they’ve sent someone to keep an eye on him.”
“No. That wouldn’t work because I was seeing Charlotte before Saint found and brought Ashtyn back.”
“Found anything new with the guy in the picture with Benny that you got in Vegas?”
I shake my head. “Bones sent me some footage from Glass, but he was always solo.”
“I’ll take a look,” he says, giving up trying to guess because it’s pointless. We can stand here and try to figure it out until we’re blue in the face. We won’t know we’re on the right track until we get confirmation.
I have an idea of who it is and what they want, but I’m going to keep it to myself for now. It gives me more time with my new toy. Charlotte made me realize I’ve gone easy on her. I’m more than willing to up my game.
There’s a knock on the door, and I look over at Adam. He shakes his head and raises his hands. “Not for me.”
Sighing, I make my way to the front doors with a smirk on my face. I knew she’d come back, but I expected her to rush in just like last time. “Hello, doll?—”
My words are cut off when I see Saint on my front porch. The smirk disappears, and he pushes his way past me into my house. I slam the door behind him.
He comes to a stop when he sees Adam standing in the kitchen drinking his beer and spins around to face me. Glaring, I cross my arms over my chest.
“Should have known I’d find you two together.” Saint shakes his head.
“I’d ask how you found me, but I don’t need to.”Annabelle.
“She’s very worried about you,” he says in a tone that tells me he’s still pissed at me for lying and helping his wife run away from him. But obviously, he couldn’t pass up the chance to show me that he knows where I am.
Adam snorts. “Ashtyn didn’t seem to worry about him during the four years she was gone.”
Saint looks at him over his shoulder. “Charlotte.” He corrects Adam, then looks back at me. “Charlotte came to me worried about you.”
I can’t help the laughter that escapes.Fuck, she’s good.I told her that Saint, Ashtyn, and Kashton didn’t know where I lived, so she ratted me out.
His eyes drop to my wrists, and I stiffen when his eyes meet mine again. “What the fuck do you want, Saint?” I growl, getting to the point.What the hell did Charlotte tell him?I hate that they even think I could be suicidal. That I would do that to them.
“Why are you hiding out here?” he demands.
“I’m not hiding,” I say through gritted teeth.
“So you left without getting a new tracker put in?” he asks skeptically.
I hate the fact that they removed it when I was shot. They didn’t want my brothers to find my body once I was dead. “I needed to do this alone,” I say, changing the subject.
He snorts. “Alone?” Then he looks over his shoulder at Adam. “You don’t seem alone to me.”
Neither one of us says anything, and as the silence lingers, my blood pressure rises.I’m going to strangle her.
Sighing, he runs a hand down his face. “I just wanted to check on you.”
Fuck that! He wanted to show up to tell me he knows where I’m staying since I’ve been ignoring Ashtyn’s phone calls. I’ve only spoken to Kash a couple of times. “Well, here I am. I’m alive and well.” Walking over to the front doors, I open one. A not-so-subtle gesture to tell him to get the fuck out without physically kicking him out.
He gets the hint and walks out of the house with his head held high and shoulders back. I slam the door shut as he goes to turn around and speak to me.
I look over at Adam, and he just picks up the laptop and disappears into his room. Grabbing a water, I enter mine and catch sight of the notebook she gave me sitting on my long dresser.
Opening it up, I look through the untouched pages and get an idea. Slamming it shut, I smile to myself.Act like a brat, get treated like a brat.
