“I don’t think that a man could’ve made much of a difference.” Denver shrugged. “It’ll take me a while to forget about how horrible that call was. My daughter is used to me being overprotective.”
“You mean suffocated?” Bossy asked curiously.
Denver’s eyes moved from mine to her.
Denver narrowed his eyes before saying, “You’re not much better, darlin’. Didn’t I hear your dad ban you from ever leaving his sight again?”
Bossy grinned. “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I’ll listen.”
Denver just shook his head. “Women.”
Nettie polished off what was left of her egg white omelet.
Bossy finished off her pancakes. And Denver finished off my waffle.
By the time we were done, it’d given Black enough time to arrive at the diner.
He came directly to where we were sitting in the corner of the room—in the Dixie Wardens MC corner as I’d coined it in my head when I was here last with my sister.
Black marched in like he owned the place and came straight toward us.
“You heard, I’m guessing?” he asked.
“Heard what?” Nettie asked.
Black’s eyes flicked toward her, then to me. “That your sister has a hit out on her.”
My mouth fell open.
Nettie’s screech caused the entire restaurant to turn our way. “What?”
“Your mom and dad took a hit out on you.”
“They would be stupid to openly do that,” Bossy pointed out.
Black sighed. “It’s not confirmed that it was them. But there is a hit on you. Apollo has been dealing with it all night.”
I looked over at Denver who didn’t look the least bit surprised.
Then I thought about how nervous Weaver had been when he was about to leave us at the hospital, and I knew why it was that the president of the Dixie Wardens was here.
They were all protecting me.
“They found out that you were the one behind the original video that is tying them to this evidence,” Black said. “I’m not sure how that information got out since we didn’t release it, but they did.”
“You may not want to admit that you have a leak in your own carefully curated department roster,” Denver pointed out. “But it’s not going to change the fact that you do.”
Black looked disgusted.
“They’re not going to be so open about doing this,” I agreed. “But that was probably what today was about. I was wondering why they would bring attention to themselves, and now it makes sense. They want the attention on them to make it seem like they wouldn’t be behind the hit.”
“This is such a dad thing to do,” Nettie grumbled. “Do you remember when we were in high school, and he found out that we were emancipating ourselves? We went to church that last time and he showed us around like we were the best daughters ever. He tooted our horns when he told everyone about our scholarships. He was so happy for us that we were accomplishing our dreams. Then Audrey purposefully hurt you an hour later.”
“Audrey hurt you?” Denver asked, looking at me.
“Nearly took me out with her car,” I said.
“Who did?”
