Anger.
“So what? I’m not allowed to tell my best friend?”
“Angel, I didn’t say that. But maybe we should have discussed it first. I would have asked you to tell Lexi not to tell anyone.”
“I did tell her not to tell anyone!” she screeches, which is when Dee steps in between us, holding a calming hand up, before flashing Abbey her phone screen, and once she’s done reading, Dee flashes it to me.”
‘Technically, Lexi didn’t tell me. I may have snatched her phone and read the messages.’
“The fuck, Dee!” Jared barks, and she simply shrugs, like it’s no big deal.
“Why did you do that?” Abbey asks, and Dee taps out her response on her phone before showing us.
‘I could tell by Lexi’s expression that she was concerned. I won’t apologise for snooping. Your baby girl is alive, and I’ll do everything I can to help you find her. Even if that means chopping off Daniel’s puny dick.’
“Look, she didn’t find out any new information anyway,” Jared interjects. “Usually the threat of dismemberment makes guys talk, but Daniel really believes no one else knows where Bobbi is.”
‘Which is why he still has his little prick.’Dee holds up her phone, and Abbey nods, sighing.
“Someone else knows, and I don’t know how.” She spins to face me. “Do you think someone has accessed my messages or something?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
I don’t tell her that I don’t actually think that’s it at all, because I fucking can’t. It’s a real possibility. But worse is that I have a fucking strong feeling there’s a mole inside my club. Or at least, inside the boundaries of my property.
Neither scenario sits fucking well with me, and now I can’t even be sure my barn or house isn’t fucking bugged.
We leave Daniel to sit in his bloody mess, which Jared tells Abbey is from Dee etching the word rapist into the thin skin of his cock with her fucking knife.
Don’t get me wrong, the prick deserves it, but the fact that Dee can do that so easily has the hairs standing on the back of my neck.
Being okay with doing that sort of thing usually takes years of desensitising. Dee is Abbey’s age. How the fuck can she do the things she does so easily like she’s been doing it for years. She would have had to have been a young child when she started killing.
Fuck. I actually don’t even want to think about what that means.
We rejoin my club brothers and some of the Marx crew that aren’t currently on duty, sitting around the bar in my barn.
To my surprise, Alana has taken it upon herself to play bartender, which now fucking explains why there’s a large congregation at the bar.
“Your sister is showing them her bar skills.” JD chuckles as I approach, and Abbey grins, looking up at me curiously.
“I didn’t know your sister works as a bartender.”
“She doesn’t,” I grunt, shaking my head at my fucking sister.
Fuck, I need a holiday. Far, far fucking away from everyone… except my Angel. She’ll have to come with me.
“Oh,” Abbey giggles, eyeing the chaos my sister is creating by trying to do some sort of fancy cocktail shaking that’s spilling everywhere.
I’m about to yell at my sister when I see Abbey’s smile fall, her gaze dropping to the floor like she just remembered something bad.
Probably that her daughter is in danger.
Fuck.
Taking out my phone, I shoot Lewy a message asking him to meet me outside the barn, before I usher Abbey away from the brewing madness.
Stepping outside, the chill in the air is crisp as the sun sets, and Lewy hurries towards us, coming from the thick line of trees.
