“I prefer vigilante.”
“The Willow Killer is what the club nicknamed her. Sounds better than vigilante,” Kinsey adds.
“Willow?”
“Long story, but that was my sister’s name. I brand every one of my victims with a willow tree branch above their heart.”
“Oh wow. That’s, I don’t, wow.” Luckily, Saige and Kinsey both laugh as I stutter. What the hell did I walk into? How will I ever be okay with this? How is Kinsey sitting here like this is all okay and normal? None of this is normal!
“You’re cute. You’re going to be good for him. He needs someone softer to balance that part of him. He’s ruthless, one of the most here, actually, but he’s got that tender side of him that needs attention, that he needs to tap into. And that damn bunny can only take so much attention. Plus, he may not last forever with Malice stalking it.”
My eyes go painfully wide as I whip my head in his direction, remembering his loud blond hair from last night. The wild cackle that releases from him would scare anyone. It’s a cross between a hyena and Maleficent.
“Are you fucking serious? You wouldn’t hurt him. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yell in his direction.
“There’s her claws!” Saige bellows.
“I would never eat him, I just like to keep Sin on the edge of his seat, but don’t tell him that,” he yells back over to me.
Where the fuck am I?
Chapter Thirty
RHYS
“She’s engaged. She’s taken! We’ve talked about this, and now she’s here. Do you have any idea who her fiancé is?” Chaos barks as I enter the room. I anticipated this, and I’m ready for it.
“I have Wes looking into him, but he’s been busy with our other bullshit!”
“Yeah, well, guess what, buddy? He took a break from our shit when he hit another dead end, and guess what he found when he started looking into him? Blake Mercer is the fucking accountant who’s the mastermind behind the bank accounts. He’s the money man in between, funneling it all where it needs to go and making it more complicated to trace than the fucking whereabouts of the Holy Grail. He’s our fucking key to all of it.”
“He what?” I stutter, leaning forward, bracing my knuckles on the wooden table. Then it all comes crashing in like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
“All I really know is thatBlake was making millions working for them and that he handled all the major accounts for their company and all the businesses they worked with. He never told me what type of business, and I honestly never asked. I knew he was an accountant, and I knew that he would have multiple companies he worked with, so it was pointless to ask.”
“He showedme two manila folders, the first one was photos of us—together. The shelter, the coffee shop, in my office, when I was concerned about your injury, us standing too close, us . . . kissing. He’s been having someone follow me.”
Fuck.
Chaos shoots me an evil, concerned glare. “You think he won’t come looking for her?”
“And what? We’ll suddenly turn away innocent people because we’re scared of retaliation? That’s not who we are, and you fucking know it! What’s the real reason here? ’Cause this sure as shit ain’t making any sense to me. This is what we do. We did it with Kinsey, we did it with Saige, and now we have Bristol.”
“Saige can take care of her fucking self.”
“And yet the entire club ran into battle for her.Iran into battle for her. Going off of nothing but her intel, without you by my side.”
“How do you know she’s not a fucking mole, Sin? How do you know he didn’t send her right into the lion’s den? What have you told her?”
“Don’t you dare question my fucking loyalty!” I yell, not giving a shit about the respect of the hierarchy here. “I just watched you bring a fucking serial killer into our home, and we all backed off the moment you told us to. We stood by her when we knew nothing about her, and then again offered to lay our lives down to protect her before she was even your old lady. We did the same for Kinsey! And you’re telling me that now that I’ve found my other half, that suddenly your trust issues are back?”
“That’s not what I’m saying?—”
“That’s what it fuckin’ sounds like. So put it out there right now, if you’re telling me she’s out, then so am I.”
“You know the only way out, Sin, and it sure is shit ain’t walking.”
“Then this sounds like ayouproblem. ’Cause I know you aren’t seriously questioning my loyalty. There’s no fucking way that the brother who’s seen me through thick and thin is actually talking to me like this right now.”
