“And since I’m sobored, I thought I’d come and get some answers.”
Adam runs a hand through his hair. He’s frustrated and nervous. Which just pisses me off. “I?—”
“How the fuck do you know her?” I demand, getting to the point.
He glances away, jaw sharpening.
“You saved her from Dollhouse, right?”
“No,” he says immediately, eyes finding mine again. “I didn’t even know where Dollhouse was located until Bill took us there to save Haidyn.”
“But she was there,” I go on.
“She…” He pauses and slams his elbows onto the desk. Leaning over, he runs his hands through his hair again.
Yep. I caught you, motherfucker.“Adam,” I snap.
“Yes,” he growls, slapping his palms on the surface. “But Bill was the one who removed her from Dollhouse.”
“And by Bill, you mean herdaddy.” That has to be the man the realtor was telling me about. The one who bought her house.
He doubles down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Christ, Adam. Why are you lying to me? Bill had her over for dinner the other night. Sin and Elli were there since Bill married his mother. He called Eve his daughter, but when Sin brought this to our attention, Haidyn got Charlotte involved, and she was unaware he had other kids. So why now? Why show her off to everyone now?”
“Because Isabella was his wife,” he shouts, and then takes a deep breath. “Now Isabella is a prisoner at Carnage and Bill is free of that bitch. Bill wants Everett to have a life. As close to a normal one as she can. This is him giving her that.”
Normal? She’s killing men. That’s nothing close to normal. “How long was she there for?” I ask, sitting on a couch.
“I don’t know.” He shakes his head, and I narrow my eyes on him. “Iswear.” He throws his hands up. “She doesn’t talk about it, and neither does Bill.”
“How was he able to get her out?” I ask softly, bowing my head, believing him.
“I don’t know.”
I lift my head, grinding my teeth.
“I’m telling you the truth. Bill and I are not close. Well, weren’t close. I don’t know what he paid or who he bribed. Hell, maybe it was Isabella herself he talked into letting her go. Because as far as I know, he was married to Isabella when Bill pulled Eve out of Dollhouse. But I promise, I have no clue. That’s something you’ll have to ask Eve or Bill.”
If that timeline is correct, that means shewasa doll that night on theIsabella.
“What revenge did you promise her?” I try, remembering everything that was mentioned on their phone call.
He shrugs. “Eve hates men. Rightfully so. I promised her she could rid the world of them.”
I snort. “At the cost of her life. Those guys tonight both got hits on her.”
He looks away from me, unable to make eye contact. They both know the risk when she takes a job.
“And what do you get from this?”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
I hate that I’m even going to ask this because I already know the answer. “Are you fucking her? Is that what you get? You give her jobs, and she has to fuck you in return?”
“No.”
He answers fast. Too fast. As if he knew I’d ask him. “But you have fucked her.”
