“Great. Let’s roll.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Willow
The bitch slaps me. She left for a little while, but I can only keep up the pretense for so long.
“Wake up, sunshine, it’s time to get moving.”
Glad they didn’t think to gag me—maybe there’s a reason for that, being nobody will hear my screams anyway—I hold my head high. “So you’re Bolt’s old lady?”
My eyes have adjusted to the dark, and I can make her out easily now. She bends down, her mouth forming a frown. “Shocker, you weren’t really unconscious that whole time. And it’s past tense since he’s dead.”
“Such a tragedy.”
“Don’t get smart with me or I’ll make Darius deal with you, and trust me, you don’t want that.”
“Fuck him, and fuck you,” I sneer. “The MC will come for me, and then you’ll be fucking begging for mercy.”
She chuckles. “Oh, poor Willow. You really think any of them are going to find you? Let’s examine the non-evidence, shall we? I discarded your tracking device, plus your cell, and the cop car. The cameras may capture the van at the pickup point, but there’sno way they have time to track it all the way here. I doubt they’re that smart.” She brushes the hair off my face and I flinch. “By the time they do,ifthey do, you’ll be long gone anyways.”
I need to find out her plan of attack so I can better prepare myself. “Selling me to a trafficking ring? Is that your endgame? Not very original.”
“Oh, it’s notmyendgame, honey. It’s the Directors. They really don’t appreciate cops like you cleaning up this city. They stood by and watched everything unfold with the mafia, the Cut City Boys, and numerous other participants, and now they can swoop in and take what’s rightfully theirs,” she says. “I know. It sucks after all the hard work you’ve done, but that’s just the way the cookie crumbles. Too bad you won’t be receiving any medals of honor this time around.”
I spit in her face. She moves a hand to her cheek, wipes it off, then slaps me hard across my face. The sound ricochets off the walls.Fucking bitch.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I laugh. “You can’t fight fair, can you, Clare? Loosen these restraints and we can have it out for real.”
“Aren’t you a black belt and did kickboxing for fun?” she shudders. “No thanks, I think I’m good.”
“You’ve been doing your homework.”
“Some.”
“So let’s get this straight — you’re going after everyone who did Bolt wrong? Is that what this is all about?”
“Cops are so dumb, not that it really matters. You’ll be in Outer Mongolia or somewhere just as unpleasant soon, so there’s no point in keeping secrets anymore. You were all wrong about the Rooftop Killer,” she says. “Not that any evidence will point to me, of course?—”
“You’re the Rooftop Killer?”
She pouts. “I was so looking forward to you joining all the dots together. I started with two losers who left Bolt to rot theday the MC raided the compound, then moved onto their loved ones just for fun. What’s the point of taking out one when you can take them all?”
She’s fucking crazy. “That last kill, at my old apartment, you did that to try and flesh me out? All you did was kill an innocent person for no good reason.”
“I got bored.” She smiles, and I wonder how I ever thought she was a nice person. My god. I’m getting rusty in my old age. “When the Directors wanted you to suffer, I was all in, being offered a deal that I couldn’t refuse. I knew I could do it — lure you easily. Realistically, I should demand double the pay for what I just accomplished, perhaps I’ll request a raise.”
“You won’t get away with it, and you’ll always be looking over your shoulder. Haze won’t stop until he finds you, and he won’t be lenient,” I tell her.
“Oh, I’m not worried about him, but it kinda sucks for your boyfriend Connor.”
My eyes widen. “He’s not my…” I trail off. “Wait, what did you do?”
“None of that is relevant, but let’s just say I covered my tracks.”
I may not have liked Connor after our first initial date, or him showing up at my ceremony unannounced, but I don’t wish him any ill will. “W-why?” I stammer. “What did he ever do to you?”
