Zane scrubbed a hand over his face. This was the last thing they needed. “You think Monty found out he was leaking information?”
“Yes. And had him killed.”
Shit. “This is bad. It means whatever he’s planning—”
“Is worth killing over.”
Immediately, Zane scanned the street. There was no way Monty was here right now. But that didn’t mean Zane was safe.
“I’m working on another way of making sure I stay up-to-date on any new information,” Ethan said, voice thin and frustrated. “Until I do, keep your head down.”
“Always do.”
He hung up, mind still on Monty. The guy was his fuckingcousin. He’d helped Zane. He was the reason Zane had gotten out of the military and into the UFC. He hadn’t expected Monty to do what he’d done. But then, he’d obviously never really known him.
He rounded a corner and The Pit came into view. But that wasn’t the only thing he saw.
Noah. The guy stood beside his truck, arms crossed and expression unreadable.
“Noah.” Zane stopped in front of him. “You’re here early.”
Noah pushed off his truck. “I just dropped Bonnie at work.”
Zane wanted to ask how she was, not just physically but in every way. The only reason he’d been able to leave her alone in his apartment this morning was because he’d known that Noah was taking her to work.
“Is something wrong?”
“Look, it’s not my place to say anything, and she’d probably kill me for being here, but with what the town’s putting her through and the fact that she stayed at your place last night, I need to ask you something.”
Why the hell did a pit suddenly form in his gut. “What?”
“I need you to assure me that you’re a good guy. That there’s nothing you’re hiding that might hurt my sister.”
The pit widened, hollowing him out. “I’m a good guy.” He didn’t answer the second part of the question, and by the frown on Noah’s face, he knew that.
Was he going to push? Demand Zane tell him the deepest, darkest parts of his past?
“I like you. And more importantly,shelikes you. Don’t do anything to screw that up.”
Noah tapped his shoulder before straightening and heading to his car.
Zane bit back a curse as he stepped into the gym. He didn’t want to tell Bonnie about his past. She had enough to deal with. But by not, he was keeping a huge part of himself from her.
Stetson frowned at him as he stepped into the gym. “Everything okay?”
“It’s fine.” A damn lie. “I’m going to shower, then you can take a break.”
“Gotcha, boss.”
In the bathroom, Zane stripped down and stepped into the shower, anger still beating at his chest. Anger at himself for having a past even though it wasn’t his damn fault. Fury atthe asshole who’d hurt Bonnie outside her apartment. And pure fucking rage that Monty had killed Ethan’s guy in prison. That he was planning something. And Zane wasstilllooking over his shoulder.
He hung his head, letting the heat of the water hit the back of his neck.
Ten minutes later, he stepped out of the shower, threw on clothes, and left the bathroom. He was halfway to his office when a quick scan of the gym had him stopping.
The fuck washedoing here?
The thin hold Zane had on his patience snapped. He dropped his bag, stormed across the gym, and grabbed Carlos by the back of the shirt, yanking him away from the bag. “Get out.”
