“But did you die?”
No. But Grimaldi didn’t either, and I still had no answers other than now I was positive he was the one who killed Salvatore.
“Please tell me you found something in his office,” I said. Otherwise, this entire thing did nothing but stir the hornet’s nest.
Ghost reached behind him and pulled a file folder from under his jacket. “This here is what I’d like to call the jackpot.”
I fought the urge to grab the folder and rifle through it while I was driving. “What is it?” I asked.
“Answers.”
“About Haz?” Forgetting the steering wheel, I reached for the folder.
Ghost yanked it away. “Keep your grubby garbage hands off this and your eyes on the road.”
“These garbage hands are about to demonstrate your kneecaps are a privilege and not a right.”
“Love has changed you.”
“Ghost,” I growled.
“Fine.” He conceded and opened the folder.
I tried to see what was inside, but the interior of the car was too dark.
“But before I tell you, let me just say you sure can pick them.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I barked, impatient.
He told me.
Andfuck, he was right.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Haz
What did one do when they snooped through their maybe-boyfriend’s home and stumbled upon a secret room and inside wasanothersecret room that was filled with weapons that I’m pretty sure not even the military has access to?
Run? Probably the best option, but he knew my address. Not that I could go home anyway. The last time I was there, I almost died. I could go to Rett’s house. Kieran knew about that place too. And should I really involve my only friend in my drama?
I glanced back at the murder locker lit up like some kind of hitman’s paradise.John Wick would be impressed.I couldn’t help but wonder which was more dangerous: the men trying to kill me or the man I ran to for safety.
A man with access to all this would definitely be able to find me wherever I ran off to anyway. Honestly, I didn’t want to run. There were too many questions that needed answers: who, what, where, when, why. And most importantly, how.
Maybe there was a logical explanation for all this.
Doubtful.It was likely just as terrible as it looked. Truth was, even after finding him gone and discovering his violent collection, I wasn’t afraid of Kieran.
Now that I’d decided running was definitely out, I had another decision. Put all this away and pretend I never saw it or confront him.
Honestly, what was the point of pretending not to have seen it? I was terrible at keeping secrets, even my own. He’d scowl and call me by my real name, and I’d spill it all like a milk carton with a hole. I’d never manage to keep quiet until he said something. Speaking was like his least favorite thing anyway.
I’d confront him. He’d be mad, but that was a permanent condition for him anyway. Besides, that’s what he’d get for leaving me alone in his house.
This was all his fault!
