Page 86 of Sinful Secrets

If she’s around, she’s my priority whether or not the guys like it. It’s the same way Rhett prioritizes Francesca. They respect his decision, so I’ll accept nothing less.

My gaze stays locked on Savannah as she slowly sips on the bottle of water. Her body shakes as she continues to sway, even though she’s sitting on the hood of my car. She’s pale and sweaty and her gaze isn’t focused.

“We should get out of here.” I blurt out.

Her motions are slowed as she lifts her head to look at me. “How? The only exit to the parking lot is being blocked by a dead body.”

I look at Lorenzo’s lifeless corpse. “Yeah, the fuckers knew what they were doing.” They had to know this is the players and staff parking lot.

And they knew Arturo was still here. They wanted him to find the body.

What they didn’t know was that we were already on our way out of the arena and we were able to shield the body from the public’s view.

I think for a moment. “What if we go through the arena and get a cab out front?”

She cocks her head to the side. “You’d leave your teammates to deal with this?”

I run my hand through my wet hair. “If that’s what it took to keep you safe and shield you from this life, you’re damn right I’d leave this mess for them. They are more than capable of cleaning up any mess, and if they can’t do it, they will hire someone that can.”

Her gaze lands everywhere except on me. It’s almost as if she can’t believe I’d do it.

“Fuck, Savannah. Don’t you get it? I’d do anything for you. I’d give you the entire fucking world, if that were possible.”

Her voice is small and quiet. “I thought you hated me and never wanted to see me again.”

I blow out my breath. “I did too, but we can talk about that later. Right now, we have to get you to feel better.”

“I feel fine.”

At my questioning glance, she adds, “I feel better than I did a few minutes ago. It’s just a lot to process.”

She takes another sip of water and shivers before continuing. “The torture they put him through. The cuts all over his body. His…. his eyes.”

I walk the few steps over to her and wrap my arms around her. “Shh. It’s okay. We will get to the bottom of this. I promise.”

I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince more- her or me- but it’s a promise I intend to keep.

Movement on the road gets my attention. Several police cars pull up to the parking lot, further blocking us in.

The first one out of his car barks orders. “Alright everyone, move away and separate from one another so we can process the crime scene.”

Several other police officers grab clipboards and separate everyone, so they can get statements. They are the same officers that were at the club getting statements earlier.

An officer I don’t recognize walks over to me and Savannah like he’s itching for a fight. His lips are pressed into a thin line and his eyes are narrowed on me. “You heard him. Separate, or I’ll have you arrested.”

What the hell is his problem? He doesn’t even know me.

I glance at Savannah. “She’s not feeling well. She almost fainted.”

Savannah grabs my hand. “I promise I’ll be fine. I have water. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She follows the cop to an empty corner of the parking lot, where he immediately starts writing down her information.

While I wait for my statement to be taken, I watch the medical examiner perform his check and cover up Lorenzo.

Cameras flash in the distance as news reporters flood the adjacent parking lot. The police don’t send them away. They continue moving through the witnesses and asking questions.

An older officer finishes with Rhett and walks toward me. He flips to a new sheet and asks, “What is your name?”

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