“She’s in the saferoom. I don’t think he knows she’s there,” he breathes. “But he’s tearing the place apart, searching forsomething. Either way, you need to end this now, or let Leo and Tate take him back to Mingle to deal with later.”
The man below me struggles weakly against my hold, pleading for his life, and all it does is remind me of how Brigit sounded when she did it, how terrified she wasbecauseof this man.
I want to slice every inch of fucking skin from his body and put all his misdeeds and wickedness on display.
I look up at my friend, and he must see the devil in my eyes, the drive to cause this man irreparable, fatal, torturous harm.
“It wouldn’t be the first time the ring got soaked in blood,” Skyler adds. “His would just be added to all the others spilled there.”
Rage and fear fight against each other. I want to kill this man slowly for what he did.
Both to me and Brigit.
But if I do, there’s a chance Steele finds her.
Even if we leave right now, there’s a chance he gets to her first.
With a furious shout, I drive my fisthardinto his face, shattering his nose and knocking him the fuck out.
Loud, hurried stomps filter in through the front door, and once again, Leo and Tate show up to take care of the fucking mess.
Looking down at the piece of shit that took every fucking thing from me again, I get up, noting the small trail of my blood getting left behind.
“Are you hurt?” Skyler looks at my leg in disbelief. “You let him shoot you?”
“Let him?” I scoff, taking off in a run toward the door and Skyler’s awaiting car.
Skyler chuckles, “Man, you suck at this now.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I mutter. “Give me the keys.”
He doesn’t hesitate, tossing them into my hand and running to the passenger side.
Once the engine roars to life, I peel out of there as fast as possible, taking off towards home. Towards my Bunny, who thankfully has done what she was supposed to.
“What the hell happened?” I bite, still holding onto the anger of not getting to tear that asshole’s body into pieces.
“With Brigit?” he asks for clarification. “Or with the comm?”
“With all of it.”
I can tell that he’s already nauseous from my driving, but if he needs to fucking vomit, he’s just gonna have to do it into one of the black duffels we brought along.
“Well, first,” he swallows and breathes out a huff of air. “Brigit was texting me about some case. Oh,fuck.”The creaking of the passenger seat screams as he lays it back, tossing an arm over his eyes, releasing a nasty belch. “Long story short, she figured out the connection between Aidan and Ben was at a murder trial. And the trial turned out to be Jesse Morrison’s.
“Steele and Foley helped Morrison cover for the murder,” he continues. “I can only guess what Foley got in the deal, but Steele got himself an affluent weapons dealer. I had no idea that he was part of the deal we fucked up, but it makes sense now that he showed up when he did.”
I’m not paying attention to my speed, too focused on getting back home and processing everything Sky is telling me.
“And Brigy,” he dry heaves. “Brigy found all your stalker shit.”
“Shewhat?!”
“You knew she was going to,” he mumbles. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna puke.”
“Pick a bag,” I tell him. “Then keep talking.”
“Fuck you.”
