Jason balked. “Dima? That’s what you really wanted to know about?”
“Amongst other things,” Jayce said, and I was shocked at the snide tone.
“Yes, where is he? You seem to be alone in there,” King said, waving his gun toward the trailer.
“I don’t know.”
My gut dropped, and I remembered frightened brown eyes and a scared begging look as Dima had been moved that night Jayce found me chained to the bed. The drugs had left a lot of things hazy, but not the horror I’d felt, realizing he didn’t want to go with those men. “What do you mean, you don’t know?”
Jason shrugged, and the way he didn’t seem like he gave a shit had me swinging at him, but Jayce dragged me back before I could do more than get in one good punch to his jaw. “He’s already shot, Lamb,” he huffed in exasperation.
“You fucker. Where did he go?”
“I really don’t know.” Jason worked his jaw, seemingly not too perturbed by being smacked, which was fucking weird—unless he was a pain junky. “The man who owns him sent a couple of guys to pick him up. He was only there to help us keep Seb in line. Seb liked Dima, but Dima was getting close to the point where he would’ve had to go, even if we hadn’t been found.”
How would they have gotten rid of him? That had my gut running cold. “Why?”
“He was getting too old. We needed someone younger to help lure in the—”
“The kids?” Jayce snarled, and Jason cringed then. Jayce trembled where he was pressed against me, and I thought maybe he wasn’t that much different from King, not really. Not in his heart. He just did things differently. Where the Kings lived with street justice, he played in my world, the world of the law. Problem was, I already knew this pissant likely wouldn’t get half the jail time he deserved.
“How many lives have you ruined?” Jayce demanded, like maybe Jason had a little black book where he’d kept track.
Jason shrugged. “Including mine? Who knows.” He looked away from us then and definitely gave the impression he was considering passing out. I didn’t fucking care.
Jayce asked him a few more questions, but Jason set his jaw and shook his head. “I’m not answering shit for you, old man,” he grumbled. “I need a doctor.”
“Yeah, you do.” Jayce sighed and glanced at Slater, who had stood back with his arms crossed watching all of us. “Ambulance?”
“Yeah,” Slater said with a sigh, like he really didn’t want to call, but he pulled out his phone. “I’m tagging someone on duty to come get him. You’re leaving.” He pointed at me and Madden.
“What?” Madden seemed crestfallen.
“Fine by me,” I snapped.
“Get out of here,” Jayce whispered in my ear and then dropped a kiss on it.
Jason got a smarmy look on his face. “I know you. I’ll tell them you were here.”
King got down level with him and waited until Jason met his eye. “Do you know me? You won’t make it out of your first jail cell if you tell them shit, other than the human trafficking you’ve been involved in.” King rested the barrel of his gun on Jason’s cheek and smiled.
“Yeah. Okay.”
“Who am I?”
Jason gulped. “I think you must be King, the president of the Kings of Men.”
King winked. “Good boy. Tell them everything you know about these fuckers. You sure you don’t know who was passing down orders?”
“No. I never got texts from the same number twice. The only one I ever saw in person was Brickton, and I got the idea that he was taking the same orders I was from the same mysterious phone numbers.”
Jayce let out an unpleasant growl. “This right here. This is fucking why we need real police work and not vigilantes on the street. If Brickton was still alive….” He stepped away from me and massaged his temples. “Go,” he grumbled.
“Just called the ambulance. You guys get out of here,” Slater said, only this time he sounded more urgent as he shoved Madden toward the Maserati.
Dallas took off back through the field.
King piled into the Maserati with me and Madden, and I couldn’t help but feel defeated as we left, even though Jason would probably rot in jail for a while. I started the car and pulled around so we could start the journey out, faster than I wanted because the EMTs were on the way.
