“Look every one of your men in the eyes and you’ll see for yourself which one betrayed you.”
“Tell me who,now!”
Drew didn’t answer for such a long time, I felt like the walls were closing in on all of us, sure someone was going to pull a trigger at any given moment that would end his life and mine. The tension was thick and just one wrong move from anyone and the whole place would erupt.
When he eventually glanced up again, he found some strength in his arms and pulled his body back, only to laugh that sadistic laugh of his right in Cortez’s face. “Doesn’t matter who it was who helped me bury him. I killed him—these two hands of mine. They beat the last breath out of his body, just like Ramirez did with Pete. I enjoyed every second of his pain. I watched him bleed and cry out for me to stop. I got high off the stench of his blood. The more he cried like the pussy he was, the more I—”
The shriek from the shadows was so piercing it cut through the pain in my mind like a red-hot poker. Before anyone had time to question what the hell was going on, the sharp click of heels came from one of the darkest corners of the place. It seemed to take a lifetime for her to make it into the dim pool of light that was bathing Drew, but in reality, it was seconds. It was the shock of what I was seeing that stopped time from having any meaning whatsoever.
Maisey Sutton appeared like a banshee, her lithe body ducking under the chains as she used Drew’s arm for leverageto swing her own body around to face him. Her scream was still bouncing from the walls when her hand met his face. It was slow at first, and everyone in the place seemed frozen in surprise as she clawed at his chest, half weeping and screaming at him.
I couldn’t stand to see her touch him. I pulled my legs under me and was halfway to standing when the asshole watching over me kicked the back of my knee, sending me sprawling on the floor yet again.
“You son of a bitch. I hate you. I fucking hate you, Drew,” Maisey screamed.
I pushed to my side, completely helpless, even though I could feel the rage pooling in my stomach.
“Maisey?” Drew asked with as much confusion as I felt right in the depths of my soul. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hernandez was innocent, you asshole. He didn’t deserve to die. He was mine. Fuckingmine!”
Drew looked as stunned as I did, his eyes flickering over Maisey’s face for a trace of a lie. I knew she hated me. It was pretty fucking obvious that she did, but I’d always thought it was because Drew wanted me. Maybe to some extent it was. I just wasn’t sure how long she’d been fucking an Emp.
“How long?” I demanded, shrinking away from the eyes that seemed to turn to me.
“Fuck you, Ayda,” she hissed back.
Cortez stepped away for a moment, his thumb tracing a path from his chin to his bottom lip again and again. He didn’t seem inclined to stop the line of questioning. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it.
“It was never about youwantingDrew, was it? You justneeded to get to him for Hernandez and his club,” I spat out.
Drew’s head fell back between his shoulders instantly, hanging limp as he stared up at the ceiling and let his disbelief fall free in a huff of laughter. “Well, fuck me.”
“Oh, I did,” Maisey snapped, turning her full attention to me. “Over and over and over again I fucked you, Drew. I did what I had to do. I stroked your ego and everything that went with it because Ihadto.”
“Of course you had to.” He sighed through a disbelieving smile, dropping his chin to his chest. In any other circumstance, he would have almost looked relieved. “You had to be the rat in the short skirt for the Emps, and we just let you walk right on fucking in like the welcoming fuckers we are, right?”
She turned to look at him, pushing her chest out as if to show him what he was now missing. The surge of anger in my body went from wild to off the scale as I watched her taunting him.
“Your ego always let me in, just never quite as much as we needed you to.”
Drew raised a brow over his swollen eye and snarled. “There was a reason for that, Maisey.”
She moved closer to him. “I don’t give a fuck, Drew. You were a means to an end. I did what I had to do. I put up with Rosie’s constant crying, all your mens’ shit, your insatiable demands and then you went and got yourself locked up inside. I had to find some other dumb fuck to screw info out of.”
I couldn’t take much more. I pushed up to my knees again, shrugging off the asshole’s hand that clamped down on my shoulder. “Who?”
“None of your business, bitch. You ain’t nothing but atrick anyway.” She waved me off, her head rolling back to Drew, her body gravitating closer so she could bait us both.
“You’re callingmea hooker? You’re the one fucking people with an agenda. Why go after Sutton? If you were all about this Hernandez guy, why marry the chief?”
Maisey rolled her eyes, but she never looked at me. She kept her hooded eyes on Drew, working them down his chest like a rabid dog in heat. “You’re an idiot if you can’t figure it out.”
I was trying, but my slow, aching brain was also trying to put a round peg in a square hole and was coming up with triangles.
“You were counting on my rivalry with him.” Drew snorted with disgust.
“You surprise me sometimes, Drew. You’re too pretty to be intelligent,” she purred, slapping his cheek and turning to look at me. “Unfortunately, you showed up.”
