“That’s great, honey,” Sin replied.
“Daddy wants to talk to you.”
“See you Sunday.”
“’Kay.”
“Hey,” Dakota said. “Checking to make sure my guy is trailing you.”
Sin glanced in his rearview mirror. “Not in my line of sight.”
“Hold on.” A moment later, Dakota said, “He’s there.”
“You’re on speaker. Evangeline’s with me.”
“Hey, Evangeline.”
“Thanks for helping us out last night,” Evangeline replied.
“I got another threatening text,” Sin said. “I’m certain Uncle Charlie’s behind the motorcycle accident. Probably the club fire, too.”
“Send me his phone number,” Dakota said.
“It’s a burner from Florida.”
“Where’s Anton?” Dakota asked.
“Gave him the holiday off.”
“Keep him close. I’ll talk to you later.” Dakota hung up.
“You never explained why your driver is also your bodyguard.”
He rubbed his whiskered chin. “Years ago, someone tried to kill me.”
That’s intense.“Was it work related?”
“No, it was during college. When he escaped, I hired protection.”
“Escaped?”
“On his way to prison.”
Whoa.“I wondered about that scar on your chest. Bullet wound?”
“Yeah.”
“What happened?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
It does to me.She hated that he was stiff-arming her and stared out the passenger window.
“What’s going on here?” His voice cut through the thickening silence.
Evangeline shifted in the seat and their eyes met. “We’re having a conversation.”
“Is that it?”
