Chapter 50
Liam’s grip faded as Lucas gestured with a flourish to the open doorway. “Your package has arrived.”
Grunts and clapping car doors glued my fingers to Storm’s book.
“Shall I bring it in or keep it outside?”
It.Nothim. How degrading.
Liam rose to his feet fluidly, then stalked toward the door.
“Wait. I want to go with you.” I nodded to Storm. “Can anyone come in here and take over?”
“Fury?” Lucas called out. “Your godson needs you.”
Godson?
As Ness stepped through the open doorway, I stood up and handed Storm over. He let out a frustrated little whimper but quieted when she carried him over to the kitchen.
“How about we find you something to nibble on, cutie?” she singsonged.
My heart began to bang harder as I walked into the brightness beyond Lucas and Liam. It took my eyes a second to adjust to the harsh sunshine beating down on Grant’s blond head. He’d been shoved to his knees, his wrists and ankles bound with duct tape. Two of my brothers pinned down his shoulders while the other two restrained a screaming David Hollis.
None of his words registered in my throbbing eardrums.
Grant stared at me, then at Liam, then back at me. Slowly, he shook his head and let out a crazed chuckle. “Should’ve known. Should’ve known.”
I stepped off the front step of the cabin and approached him. “What should you have known?”
“Why you touched me at the funeral. You planted evidence on me to make me look guilty.”
I froze. “What?”
“Rubbing your fucking face on my hands—”
Niall gave Grant a hard kick to the ribs that made him grunt and list forward. “You pin your fuckupness on my sister one more time and my next kick will have you regurgitating your own balls.”
“Doubt he owns a pair,” Lucas drawled.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Is this really the man you want me to remember you as?”
“Talking about me as though I were already dead, doll? Was that what you and Liam were doing in there?” He nodded to the cabin. “Or were you too busy fucking and high-fiving about nailing me?”
Niall released Grant’s shoulder and hit him so hard between the legs that my ex gasped and wheezed. “I warned you not to disrespect my sister.”
Grant’s eyes took on the phosphorescence of his wolf. If he shifted, he’d probably manage to break free from his restraints, but he wouldn’t get far, which was probably why he remained in skin.
I schooled my features, refusing to give him the pleasure to see how deeply his viciousness was affecting me. “Did you kill Lori, Grant?”
His nostrils flared. “No. Same way I didn’t start that fire, ’cause I wasn’t even in Beaver Creek last night.”
“Actually, you were.” A blond, burly guy, who looked like an older version of Matt, pulled a lit cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke. “We have footage of your car cruising in town around midnight.”
Grant’s face took on a pasty sheen, before red dots of color stained his cheeks. “Of course you do. After all, you need to make my guilt look real.”
David Hollis hollered, “My son’s innocent!” while his wife stood at his side, rigid and quiet as a rake.
Two OBs broke through the monochromatic rainbow of onlookers and strode toward Liam. I heard one say, “No sign of her.”
