Page 38 of Scorching Lies

Storming to the wall and back, Cole wears a path into the carpet. “Because there is no way a woman dug up a dead body to remove a two-year-old corpse's hand. That’s how the hell I know.”

His words are hidden behind rage and grunts, but we understand him just fine. If we don’t get him calm soon, things could get ugly.

Pulling out my phone I send off two texts. One to G and one to Ally.

Time to cash in on that favor you owe me.

Apartment. Now.

Knowing not to wait for a reply from G, I keep Ally’s text open knowing she’s too smart to keep me waiting.

“Get him to the apartment. Don’t let him out of your sight until I get there.” I snap at West.

“I’m right fucking here asshole.” Cole snaps.

Storming up to me, his fist grabs at my shirt, snarling in my face, he presses his forehead into mine. Being the baby of the family means nothing when you’re six foot five of pure fucking muscle. Cole may be the quiet tech nerd, but he’s far from the tame one.

Gripping the back of his head to pull him closer, our eyes clash, “I’ve got this brother. Go back home and deal in whatever way you need, but keep your head.” Twisting my head I shove against him in a rough headbutt, “Keep your shit together, brother. We need you.”

My phone vibrates in my hand so I pull away, but keep my hand on the back of his neck, holding Cole in place. West’s eyes are on the side of my face watching for any sign of trouble, because no matter what Kenna thinks, what she gave us today was a threat against all of us.

What do you need?

“I’ll handle Kenna. Cole, get home and get some of your tech shit set up to tap her phone. I want tabs on this girl every second of the day.”

“You sure it should be you that goes after her?” West says, no humor in his words.

Typing out a text to Ally I pocket my phone and look back up to my brothers. This entire day went to shit so fast.

“Trust me, West. All I need is a night.”

Take a look at this

“Fuck.”

A text comes in from one of our boys that rolls the streets for us. A photo of a certain little brat leaving the county prison today.

“Looks like our Princess went to go see Kingston.”

Showing my brothers the photo they both give me a look that has my fingers twitching. It solidified her place with us. She’s meeting with the man who killed our father and dropping boxes that for all we know, she had done all in the same day.

“She was there last Sunday. I ran into her when she was on her way in to see Paige.”

Cole throws out that little hook and sinks my ass instantly. Kenna’s been playing us this whole time and I’ve been too busy dipping my dick in her cunt to see it. Well not anymore. Now that I know she’s playing her father’s game, I’ll make sure she drowns in her own blood.

“She just dug her own grave.”

Ally text me back with the confirmation I needed.

I’ll get it done, but after this we are through. She’s my friend Ryker.

Friend. Yeah, but she’ll sell her out for money. Ally’s family is broke, their status non-existent, no one on the social ladder. If it wasn’t for our little loan she wouldn’t be here. The little orphan found herself useful being the roommate to a Kingston. If it wasn’t for us needing someone to keep tabs on her, she wouldn’t be here with a monthly allowance that helps her keepup appearances. So when I call, she answers. When I ask her to keep tabs on my little Killer, she’ll follow orders. If I ask her to snatch a phone for me to keep our little princess busy. Well, then she better do as she’s told or she’ll find herself right back in the gutter she came from.

“Meet me back at the apartment later.”

Leaving them in the room I walk out to go see a rotten princess.

Propped against the stone building,the sun has started to set, the shade hiding me perfectly. A little rat told me my little killjoy should be passing by this way and if she’s lucky it’ll be soon, I’m getting restless. Rolling the metal bar across the back of my teeth, it clinks against them while I pull out a cigarette. Putting it up against my lips, my lighter cast a low orange light in the growing darkness. I’m taking my third pull from the cigarette when I hear light laughter down the sidewalk headed this way.

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