Page 75 of Suspicious

With a soft smile, I grip her knee. “I am more than happy to have a chat with Maverick. Would you like me to?”

Sadie sits taller, finding some inner courage. “No, I think this needs to come from me. But thank you for telling me this, Bea. I hope I can get through to him.”

“Good luck, and I am here if you need me. Any time.”

Sadie stands, smiles, and then turns to head for the bar as my cell vibrates in my pocket. Pulling it out, I note the number is blocked, which generally means one thing.

Haven,and she’s calling from the prison.

Swiping the call, I answer. “Hello?”

“You have a call from an inmate at the California Institute for Women. Are you willing to accept this call?”

“Absolutely, yes,” I reply.

A crackling sound muffles down the line, and then I hear her. “Yo, what up, bitch?” Haven chimes down the line.

I snicker at her usual greeting. “Hi, Tammy-Lynn, really keeping in character there, aren’t you?”

“You know, sometimes you just gotta live the life you’re given.”

“That’s deep,” I reply, and Haven bursts out laughing.

“It’s some fucking bullshit I read off some inspirational poster that’s pinned up next to the damn phone. Anyways, fuck it! I have a message for my man if you wanna give it to him for me, seeing as the fucking jerk off won’t answer my damn calls.”

Furrowing my brows, I’m a little surprised because I know Alpha, and he’d definitely answer her calls. I think she might have someone beside her listening in. “Yeah, sure, Tammy-Lynn, fire away.”

“You tell that sonofabitch that I don’t want no stinking visit from him. He needs to keep his punk ass away from me because I’m making all kinds of friends in here, and I don’tneedhis sorry ass no more.”

Raising my brow, I tilt my head in confusion. “O… okay?”

“And you make sure to tellhimthat I know he’s messing around with that stupid Eleutheria bitch, and if he knows what’s good for him, he will send that trampy, trashy motherfucker in here, so I can slap that whore myself, and show her who his daddy is!”

Trying to fight back my laugh because I have absolutely no fucking clue what the hell she is talking about, I say, “Okay… I will tell him about his whore, and that you want to… assault her.”

“I’m gonnarip her motherfucking extensions out—”

“Okay, inmate, time’s up!” Someone calls in the distance, and then the call cuts out.

Sitting back in my chair, I let out a long exhale, shaking my head. “What in the hell?” I whisper to myself, followed by a small chuckle.

Standing from my seat, still not really sure what that was all about, I try to remember everything she said as I make my way to the Chapel stairs. Upon reaching the top, I knock gently, seeing Alpha pop his head up from the mass of paperwork in front of him. The poor guy always seems like he is endlessly working through accounts and contracts, and God knows what else. I guess that’s what you get for being top dog.

“Bea. Come on in,” he states.

I enter, walk around to his side, and take a seat in Loki’s chair beside him. He looks at me with a raised brow. “You okay? You look a little…perturbed.”

Scoffing, I sink back in Loki’s chair and nod. “You could say that. I just got the weirdest call from Haven.”

He sits taller, his eyes focused on me with clear intent. “She okay?”

“Definitely playing her character. Though, I have a feeling she was being watched because she was one hundred percentmoreTammy-Lynn than usual.”

Alpha groans. “God, I bet that was fun,” he mocks.

Grimacing, I shrug. “Was it, though?”

He chuckles. “All right, what did she say?”

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