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“Biche is…”

Someone knocks on the door, interrupting her, and we both glance up as Rodriguez walks into the room. “Hey, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

Why the hell does everyone keep asking me that?

“Like I got shot in the gut.”

He nods. “You up for answering some questions?”

“Sure.”

“So, what can you tell me about yesterday?” he asks, sitting down in the chair next to my bed as he pulls a notepad out of his pocket. I shake my head.

“Honestly, not much. I was just telling her that I remember being at the clubhouse, getting ready for the wedding, and Chance ran in saying Biche had the girls at the cabin.”

He nods. “And how did Chance know this?”

“Carly called him.” I’ll never forget the look on his face as he ran into the room. Both of our worlds were in danger so I can’t say that I didn’t look the exact same way. Hell, Smith about put his fist through a wall.

“So you all went over there?”

I nod. “Yeah. I remember driving there but after that, not a whole lot.”

“Okay,” he says, turning to Kady. “Can you fill in some of the blanks for me?”

She nods as she grabs my hand again. “I was getting ready for the wedding when the motion sensors went off. I was back in the bedroom and my gun was in the kitchen so I told the girls to hide in there while I went after it.”

“That’s the shotgun that we found on the kitchen table?”

“Yes,” she answers and he nods for her to continue. Goddamn it, I told her to keep that gun with her at all times so shit like this wouldn’t happen. I shoot her a glare but she ignores me.

“Before I could get to it, one of his guys crashed through the door and tackled me.”

Rodriguez holds a hand up. “Do you know which guy?”

“The one that went outside.”

“The man we found dead?” he asks, glancing up at her and she nods. He starts writing again and nods. “Okay.”

“He slammed my head into the floor before tying me to the post. Oliver came in then and started saying how he had to fix this problem he had and how he had to get Noah out of the picture permanently.”

I squeeze her hand as I clench my teeth. That stupid motherfucker really thought I was going to let him take my girl from me again? Hell, no.

“So he wasn’t there to hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “No. He was there to take me and kill Noah.”

“Did you see who shot Mr. Ford?” he asks and I turn to look at her as her gaze flicks up to mine. She shakes her head. I cock my head to the side and study her as she starts flicking her thumb - her tell for when she’s lying. What the hell is she lying about?

“No, I didn’t.”

He sighs, slapping his book shut. “Okay, I think that’ll do it.”

“Wait, why does it matter who shot him?” I ask, turning back to him. “I mean, he was holding four women hostage.”

“Well, technically, it doesn’t,” he answers. “Unless, of course, it was you since you’re out on parole and that would most definitely send you back to jail.”

I shake my head as I search my memory. I remember having a gun but I have no clue if I actually shot Biche or not. But based on Kady’s reaction when he asked her, I’d be willing to guess it was me. “I don’t think so.”