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I shook my head and smiled. “No.”

“All right.” He reached for his phone again and opened an app to order food. I watched him, wondering how I would get him to talk about what he did four years ago.

Chapter Twelve

Kiplyn

Three hours passed, and I watched Crow eat a whole pizza, drinking four beers and staring at the TV ahead of him. That wasn’t what I expected when I first came here, but his drinking was maybe one way to get him to confess.

“Would you like another beer?” I asked, getting up from the couch and walking into the kitchen. “Yeah,” I heard him say, and I got one out of the fridge.

As I walked back to the couch, I looked down at the car key, wondering what Wilder and Tanner were thinking.

I sat back down on the couch and held the beer to Crow, watching him open it and taking a sip. “You sure you’re not hungry?” he asked, and I shook my head. “I’ll have dinner with Duke tonight.” That wasn’t even a lie.

He studied me for a moment, then sat down his beer and moved closer to me. “How about some fun before you leave?” he slurred, and my heartbeat picked up its speed.

“I, uh…” I stuttered, hoping he wouldn’t tear off my sweater. “I’m not really in the mood…” I told him, which was again: not a lie.

“I am.” He smirked, kissing my neck. His hand moved along my thighs, and I hoped he would keep them there. Not only was I being touched against my will, but a cop was watching it all go down. Wilder, too. I hated the thought of him having to see this.

“Crow, don’t,” I managed to say, pushing against his chest. He didn’t move, grabbing one of my hands and holding it tight.

“What’s the matter, huh? Are you thinking about someone else? I see the way you look at that piece of shit,” he growled. He meant Wilder, and the amount of alcohol he already had in his body made this whole situation worse. He wasn’t fully drunk, but you could tell he wasn’t thinking straight anymore.

“Tell me. Are you thinking about that asshole?” he pushed, and I shook my head.

“No,” I croaked out, hoping my third lie would get him to stop.

“You’re a fucking lying bitch!” His voice got louder, and I finally got a chance to move away from him.

“Crow, please stop,” I told him. “You’re scaring me.”

He let out a hard laugh. “Scaring you? Shit, where can I get a girl that goes down on her knees in front of me without bitching about it? You think that motherfucker will be happy if you act like this around him?”

I’d never seen him like this. I tried to get more space between us and got up from the couch. “Crow,” I begged. “Please stop.”

“Since he’s back, you’ve been acting different,” he spat. “I should’ve done more than setting that damn house on fire.”

Chapter

Thirteen

Wilder

That sentence wasn’t enough for Tanner to go in there and arrest him. He hadn’t admitted to doing it yet, and I was impatient, staring at the screen, watching Kiplyn standing there terrified.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice soft and shaky.

“What do I mean?” Crow was standing there, towering over Kip, ready to use her as his toy. If he wouldn’t confess soon, I’d go in there myself to take him out.

“That stupid piece of shit didn’t do anything, yet he went to prison, letting me take over his fucking position in the club.”

Still, that wasn’t enough to arrest him. Tanner needed to hear my name to make sure Crow would be put in prison for more years than I had served.

“W-Who do you mean?” Kiplyn said, remembering what Tanner had taught her. She knew he had to say my name, and she was trying to get it out of him.

“Who? That sonofabitch Wilder!”

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