I snort. “Your word is shit lately, Adam.” With that, I yank open the door.
“I suggest you keep this conversation between us.”
Slamming the door shut, I turn to face him. “Excuse me?”
“Eve is against running right now, but if she finds out you know too much, that will be the only thing on her mind. And it won’t be a situation like Saint and Ashtyn…” He shakes his head. “You’ll never find her.”
“Are you threatening me?” I growl. “Going to try and take her from me?”
“I’m telling you she has resources.”
“You’re telling me that you’d help her hide?” I’m not surprised. He kept Ashtyn from Saint, knowing where she was. “I’m not as forgiving as Saint is.” I’ll cut his fucking hands off and sew his lips shut before I let him take her.
He holds his hands out wide. “Bill wants to keep her safe just like you, but he’s willing to ship her off in order to do that.”
I scratch the back of my head, getting an idea. “I’ll go with her. If that’s what will get her away from here…the job…”You.
He smiles as if he’s reading my mind. Turning, he opens a filing cabinet and pulls out a few folders. He drops one on the desk. “Angela Morrow.”
“Am I supposed to know who that is?” I rub my temples. Fuck, I’m getting a headache. I should have crawled into bed with Eve.
“You should.” He nods to the folder. “Everyone should know her name.”
I step up to his desk, pick up the file, and read over the information. My stomach drops when I see that she’s twelve. Found naked in a field. Decapitated?—
“Christ.” I close it and toss it onto the table.
He slaps the second folder down. “This one was sixteen. Car found abandoned on the side of the road. She was on her way home from her boyfriend’s house. Body was never found.” Then the third. “This one was twenty-five. Husband reported her missing when she didn’t arrive at work one morning after dropping their three-year-old off at daycare. She was six months pregnant.” I get a sickening feeling in my stomach. His next words confirm my suspicion. “Her body was recovered three months later. The baby had been cut from her. She also had no organs.”
My narrowed eyes meet his, and he leans forward, placing his forearms on the desk. “This is why Eve does what she does. She can’t save these women, but with every man involved in this ring she kills, she helps prevent another person from being raped, taken, or murdered.”
It’s noble. I won’t lie. I’m proud of my girl. Most wouldn’t be as strong as she is after what she’s been through, but it doesn’t change anything. “I don’t care how many she wants to save. I will not allow her to risk her life for theirs.”
He chuckles, and I want to slam his face into the desk. “I wish you luck, man. I do. You’re going to need it.”
With that, I storm out of his office, slamming the front door behind me when I leave the house.
EIGHTEEN
EVERETT
Iwake up the following morning hungover and feeling like absolute shit. Everything hurts and I’m no longer ashamed. Just pissed off at myself for sleeping with Kashton. One second, and I folded like a chair for him.
Pathetic. It can’t happen again. I won’t allow it. Next time I fire a gun at him, I’ll make sure to hit him where it hurts.
Crawling out of bed, I pull on a T-shirt before making my way to the kitchen for some Advil.
Turning on the light to the living room, I jump, slapping my chest when I see the man sitting on my couch. “Fuck.” I let out a breath. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I snap, getting pissy. I’m irritated for several reasons. I knew this day would be shit too.
He lazily looks over my shirt. I’m glad I at least put something on, because I crawled into bed naked last night. I wish I had put underwear on, though. “We need to talk,” he says, not even bothering to meet my eyes.
“Call me. It’s easier for me to ignore,” I say and walk to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge, but it’s snatched from my hands the next second. “Hey,” I snap, turning around.
He pushes my back into the counter, and I glare up at him. “I got a call.”
I huff. I don’t know who the fuck called him, and I know he won’t tell me if I ask. “I have it under control.”
He lifts his hand and runs his knuckles down my exposed neck. “I don’t think you do.”
