Rosalind’s lips curved into something that might have been a smile if it hadn’t been so cold.
“Your sister killed a man,” she said quietly. “And you helped her get away with it. Do you really think I’m going to let that go?”
My blood ran cold.
“You need to leave,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “Now.”
Rosalind’s gaze flicked to me, and for a moment, I saw the full depth of her hatred.
“This isn’t over, Anthony,” she said. “Not for you. Not for him. And certainly not for her.”
She turned and walked away, her spine rigid, her steps measured and deliberate.
I watched her go, my heart pounding, my mind racing.
Simon was staring after her, his face pale.
“Tony,” he whispered. “What did she mean?”
I turned to him, and for the first time since this whole nightmare began, I didn’t have an answer.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But we’re going to find out.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Matlock
The moment we stepped out of the courtroom, the congratulations started.
Simon’s mother pulled him into a tight hug, tears streaming down her face. His father clapped him on the shoulder, his expression a mixture of relief and exhaustion. My club brothers crowded around, offering handshakes and back slaps.
I stood off to the side, watching Simon accept their congratulations with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was still pale, still shaken from Rosalind’s threat. I could see it in the way his shoulders were tense, the way his gaze kept drifting toward the courthouse doors like he expected her to come back.
King approached me, his expression unreadable. “Good work, counselor.”
“Thanks,” I said, though my mind was still on Rosalind’s parting words.
This isn’t over.
What the fuck did that mean?
“Hey,” King said, pulling my attention back. “We’re heading to the diner to celebrate.”
I nodded absently, my gaze drifting back to Simon. He was talking to his mother now, her hands cupping his face as she said something that made him nod.
“Matlock,” King said, his voice dropping lower. “You good?”
“Yeah,” I lied. “I’m good.”
King studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Alright. See you at the diner.”
He walked away, and I moved toward Simon, weavingthrough the crowd. When I reached him, I placed a hand on his lower back, just for a moment, just long enough to let him know I was there.
He turned, his eyes meeting mine, and I saw the question in them.
Are we okay?
I didn’t know how to answer that. So instead, I said, “We need to stop by and get that ankle monitor off.”
