“Why else do you think I haven’t put a bullet in your skull yet?” He quirks a brow.
“What deal did you strike with Galen?”
He shakes his head, smirking as he grabs my chin, gripping it painfully. “You’re not calling the shots here, Lo. I’ll be the one asking the questions.”
“So, ask me.”
He runs his thumb along my bottom lip. “Why does Galen Lennox want you dead?”
I shrug. “There could be many reasons. He’s been gunning for my ass from day one, and I’m convinced there’s something in the past driving his behavior. But it’s probably because he thinks I betrayed them by giving up the location of the warehouse.”
“Thefakewarehouse,” Darrow cuts in, his nostrils flaring.
“I didn’t know it was fake when I messaged you, and we both know I wasn’t the one who leaked that intel first.” I scrutinize his face, watching his reaction carefully. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and he doesn’t refute my statement, which is all the confirmation I need.
The Arrows have a mole in The Sainthood’s ranks.
Interesting.
“Did you know it was an ambush?” Dar asks, removing his hands from my face.
“I only found out late last night.”
“That was still time to warn us,” he hisses.
I keep my cool as I drop the first hint. “And why would I go against my own to do that? Especially when you reneged on our deal.”
“I didn’t renege on shit,” he spits. “I was holding Johnny off until you delivered.” He gets up and starts pacing. “Have you any idea the shit you’ve landed me in?” He pulls his gun out, stalking to my side and shoving it in my forehead. “I should just kill you now.”
“If you do, you’ll be signing your own death warrant.”
He laughs hysterically. “I’m not afraid of Saint. He can’t even control his own crew.”
“You say that with confidence, but how do you know Galen wasn’t acting on Saint’s instructions? That this isn’t part of some bigger play?”
My heart hurts at the thought it could all be a lie.
That Saint’s concern was an act.
That Galen wasn’t going rogue but merely following orders.
Emotions have clouded my judgment, and I don’t know what to believe.
He shrugs. “Whether he was or wasn’t doesn’t concern me. He doesn’t frighten me. As far as our prez is concerned, I fucked up big time tonight. We lost good guys at that warehouse, and their blood is on my hands. You helped set us up. Killing you will go some way toward righting the wrong.”
“No, it won’t. C’mon, Dar. You’re way smarter than this. If you kill me, you’ll bring the full weight of The Sainthood down on top of you. It will make earlier tonight look like child’s play. I doubt Archer Quinn will thank you for digging a deeper hole.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re not that important to them.”
“I’m a member of The Sainthood, Dar. Sinner just approved my initiation. That’s where the guys were supposed to be taking me. Galen wouldn’t have pulled this stunt had he known.”
He bursts out laughing. “You expect me to believe that bull?”
“It’s the truth. I bear the mark. Pull up my hoodie at the back, and I’ll show you.”
“I’ve seen your back, sweetheart, and there’s no mark there.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Think about it, Dar. I kept my skirt on every time you fucked me from behind. Didn’t you ever wonder why?”
