“It doesn’t matter. He can’t do shit. William is a pussy. He’s too weak to fight his own battles, so the only thing he’ll do is try to figure out how to put me behind bars again. Only difference is, this time he’ll try to make sure you’re there too. I’ll handle him before he gets a chance to do that.”
Trooper nodded and drove off. I had a short window to make shit happen with William before he figured out a way to get rid of me. Right now, I needed to head home to Alana and find out how she’d even made this shit possible. Until now, she had been avoiding that conversation, but today I would be getting answers.
The second I walked into the apartment I had been sharing with Alana for the past couple days, she was right up under me. Her arms snaked around my neck and her lips found mine.
“Where have you been?” she questioned with a soft smile.
“I went to see William.”
That changed her entire mood. Alana stepped away from me and just stared for a minute. “Why would you do that?”
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I? I know you didn’t think I would just come home and play house with you like he didn’t take ten years from me, Alana.” I quickly got irritated, not knowing if she was on the defense because she was worried about me or him.
“No, but pushing him isn’t going to solve anything, Sinclair.” She frowned at me and I chuckled and walked past her.
Pushing him was exactly what I wanted to do. I didn’t give a fuck about William and she knew that. I heard Alana behind me as I made my way to our bedroom but didn’t acknowledge her.
“Are you just going to ignore me?” she asked, almost demanding my attention, which caused me to turn her way and shoot her a look that let her know she needed to bring that shit down.
“First of all, ain't shit to solve when it comes to him. I’m home and that muthafucker is gonna die. I wanted that to be very clear.”
“You can’t do that.”
Again, my eyes were on her, and I spoke as calmly as I could. “I can and I will. There ain't a damn thing you can do to stop that either. Why does that matter to you?”
“It doesn’t. I don’t want any problems. I just got you back.”
“You don’t need to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere, but we need to have a conversation about what you did to make this shit happen. I keep asking and you keep dancing around that shit, so sit down and let’s talk.”
I pointed to the bed and she stared at me for a moment before she slowly moved in that direction and sat down. She was nervous and I needed to know why. I prayed she didn’t do something I couldn’t fix.
Needing to keep my distance, I moved to the dresser across from the bed and leaned against it so I faced her a few feet away. She watched me, but didn’t speak.
“I’m waiting.”
Alana tucked her lip between her teeth before she moved her hands down her thighs, watching them before she looked at me again.
“It’s about Harold.”
“Prescott?”
She nodded slowly and I just knew this shit was bigger than I assumed.
“How the fuck is he connected to me getting out of prison, Alana? That doesn't even make sense.”
“He’s not, well not directly. Sophie needed you. I needed you and didn’t know how else to make that happen, so I made a deal. I know things about William and his family. Mostly his father. I couldn’t be married to him for all these years and not find things out.”
“That doesn’t make sense. Why would they let me go?”
“Because it was the only way I would talk.”
“Fuck! Why would you go to them in the first place? You don’t know him, Alana.”
“I didn’t go to them. They came to me. I told them no a million times, then everything came out about you and Sophie. William threatened to do things to me and her when he found out. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Come to me is what the fuck you were supposed to do. You don’t need to be caught up in that bullshit. Harold has his hands in everything. Do you really think you can tell them shit about Harold Prescott they don’t already know, and even worse, without him finding out?”
“He can’t touch you. I made sure of that before I even made the deal.”
