Page 68 of Sinful Secrets

It rings and rings, but she doesn’t answer.

I end the call and quickly type a message.

Where are you?

My free hand tightens into a fist as heat floods my body.

“I can’t believe this. How could she do this to me? And to the team?” I huff.

Savannah immediately responds.

I’m in class. I’m sorry I didn’t wake you up. You were snoozing hard.

I know I should leave and calm down before having this conversation with Savannah, especially since my presence has been requested at Arturo’s, but I unleash all of my anger, disappointment, and outrage on her.

Did you join the ice girls to spy on me and the team?

Is that why you wanted to know more about the team and the mafia last night?

Don’t bother trying to deny it. I found the detective’s card under the vase.

I send message after message. My anger builds with each text I send until all I can think about is blocking her number and never seeing her again.

I don’t want to hear any excuses, nor do I want to see you anymore.

We’re done.

Lose my number.

Have a nice life.

I turn the detective’s card over and see an FBI agent’s name and phone number. After taking a picture of both sides of the card, I shove my phone in my back pocket and leave without looking back.

My phone rings as I jog down the stairs and exit her dorm building.

Savannah.

I ignore the call and turn my phone off. Anyone that will need to talk to me will be at Arturo’s. I get into my car and speed across town to Arturo’s house.

As soon as I walk through the back basement door, I pull Joey and Rhett to the side.

“What’s going on?” Joey asks.

“I don’t know if Rhett told you, but I’ve been seeing someone. Hell, I love her and told her as much.”

Joey claps me on my back. “Congrats, man, but your face is saying everything except love.”

“Yeah, it’s funny how things can change in an instant.”

Rhett glances around the room before lowering his voice. “What’s going on?”

“She is working on the side with the police, or they have singled her out to be a mole for them.”

“How do you know? Did she tell you this?”

I shake my head. “I found the detective’s card under the vase of flowers I bought for her. The kicker is that an FBI agent’s contact information was written on the back, so the police are working with the feds.”

Both men glance around and swear. “Son of a bitch.”

---