Page 234 of Sweet Temptation

I kept drilling Sanchuk, so to speak.

“Where did you first see her?”

“Just at a party.”

“What party?”

“I don’t know. A show she played.”

“In Vancouver?”

“Yeah.”

“So you just randomly showed up at her show one day? You expect me to believe that?” I jabbed the drill bit into his ruined skin, forcing his head back.

“I was invited.” His eyes kept darting to that goddamn phone in Maddox’s hand. He was sweating, and I wasn’t even sure which was scaring him more, the flesh-rending power tool at his throat or that phone in Maddox’s hand.

“Who invited you? Your Bastard friend? Boasty?”

Sanchuk’s rat eyes met mine again. “You know I can’t tell you that, man. I tell you that, I die. You might as well just drill that shit into my brain right now.”

“You know,” Maddox said, sounding bored as he scrolled through the phone, “he’s got a point.”

I supposed he did. If he gave up information about anyone working for the Bloody Bastards up here, to the Kings, he was dead already.

“Yup,” I agreed. “Your chances of surviving this night are looking pretty slim to me any way you look at it.”

“Ronan. You’ve gotta see this.” Maddox held out the phone to me.

I looked at the screen. It was a photo of Summer.

Wearing her fucking Halloween costume.

It was taken at the club show. Tonight.

Goosebumps ripped across my skin as I went cold.

Maddox thumbed through, showing me more photos… and more fucking photos… of Summer.

“He’s been stalking her,” Maddox said, overstating the obvious. “For fucking sure.”

It was a goddamn stalker shrine. Photos of Summer at clubs. Onstage. Recent photos. I knew, because I’d been there with her. Most of them were blurry and far away.

But he was there, at her fucking shows.

“These are all from the last two weeks or so,” Maddox said.

I couldn’t look anymore. I just saw fucking red.

“Uh… Summer’s not the only girl in here, either…” Maddox kept thumbing through. “Motherfucker’s been busy…”

I tossed the drill and slammed my fist into Sanchuk’s face.

How many women had this freakshow been stalking?

Lots, apparently.

And he’d been coming to Summer’s shows. Right under my fucking nose.

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