*Checkmark emoji*
Logan:
Listen, we need the cow head back. We’re willing to call a truce if your buddy returns it.
Vox:
*Sick emoji* *Blood Emoji*
Logan:
Yeah, we know he’s hurt. We’re the ones that shot him.
Ronan:
LOL
Vox:
*angry emoji*
Dakota:
*facepalm emoji*
Logan:
Once he’s better, let us know if he’s willing to meet up to return the cow’s head. No weapons. We just want the cow head back and to talk.
Vox:
*Thumbs up emoji*
“I thought you said no more murder?” I asked, whipping around to look at Ryan.
He frowned. “How did you getmurderfrom that text exchange? They want to talk and get their cow head back.”
I scoffed. “Theyshotme. Of course I’m going to murder them.”
Though even as I said it, the words didn’t ring true. They shot me because they thought I was the type of dudeIhunted. I really couldn’t blame them.
It was just kind of a reflex to be pissed at the reason I hadn’t been able to rail my man the way I wanted to.
Vox rolled his eyes and reached across the table to smack me up the side of the head. I gaped at him.
“What!? Don’t tell me you’re taking their side!”
He glared at me and pulled up what looked like ownership papers to a little boy. He pointed at the product code.
2739.
It was Apex’s code.
“Vox thinks that these guys are trying to systemically attack people who fuck with kids,” Ryan explained. “They shot you because you worked for Damian, who apparently is a big player in the human trafficking game. He’s been trying to keep you in the dark about it since he knows how you feel about anything that involves children,” Ryan explained darkly.
Vox pursed his lips and nodded, confirming everything Ryan had just said.
Shame and rage welled through my chest. IknewDamian had been fucking lying to me. I just hadn’t wanted to face the truth because that would make meexactlywhat my mother had always accused me of being.
