Page 79 of Fletch

“You still broke the law by doing that, and you carried drugs.”

I stare wide-eyed. “I did not.”

She grins. “Axel has a picture that says otherwise.”

“What?” I gasp, pushing to stand.

“That’s enough,” snaps Luna. “Lexi, go inside, you’re out of order.”

“What picture? I didn’t move drugs.”

Lexi also stands, pulling off her gloves and dropping them to the ground. “Forget it.” She begins to head back inside, but I rush after her.

“No, I won’t forget it. What picture?”

Eighteen

Fletch

The door swings open and Lexi storms in, followed quickly by Gemma. I groan, exchanging a wary look with Axel, who is already on his feet. “What’s going on?” he demands, stepping in front of Lexi so she has no choice but to stop.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters.

“You have a picture of me?” asks Gemma, but it’s said more as a statement than a question.

Axel smirks. “I have several.”

“I want them all right now.”

A second groan escapes me because making demands of Axel won’t go well. I head over. “Let’s just calm down.”

“Calm down? What pictures does he have of me?” Gemma yells.

Ruby follows me over. “What’s she talking about?”

“Nothing. Gemma, let’s go into the office and talk,” I say, trying to remain calm.

“She said I moved drugs,” Gemma shouts. “Get me the pictures right now.”

Axel smirks. “You’re lucky this idiot is thinking of claiming you.” And he turns to go to the office.

“Claiming me?” she repeats, looking me up and down, reminding me exactly what she really thinks of me. I roll my eyes and head for the office too while she follows.

I close the door, leaving Ruby outside looking confused. Axel opens his drawer and throws several photographs on the desk. Gemma swipes them up and flops back into the chair, staring at the first picture of me and her in the window of her place, fucking. I have her by the hair, tugging her head back so she’s looking up at the ceiling, and I’m staring right at the camera.

Gemma slowly looks to me, tears balancing on her lower lashes. “You knew he was there,” she whispers, and I can hardly deny it. She moves to the next. It’s similar, so she moves straight on to one of us on the bike. She’s holding the black bag. Again, she brings her eyes to mine. “What was in the bag?”

“It’s not important now,” I mutter.

“What was in the fucking bag, Fletch?” she yells, throwing the pictures back on the desk and standing. “I swear to god, you better tell me right now.”

“Drugs,” says Axel simply. I glare at him, and he shrugs. “She can’t do anything about it, she’s holding them.”

“I didn’t know,” she shouts angrily.

“But your boss ain’t gonna believe that, is she?” he asks, smiling. “You’ve been lying to her for weeks. And I have a very good lawyer who’ll rip you to pieces in a courtroom.”

“You absolute fucking bastard,” she whispers, heading for the door.

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