Page 36 of Burning Truths

“I don’t know but I’m about to find out.” I spit.

West reaches out to grab my shoulder. His hand clamps down hard to hold me in place while his eyes bore into mine.

“What are you planning to do?” he questions.

His eyes look over me searching for something. His worry is palpable.

“I’m just going to pay him a visit, brother.” I reply.

Besides, he’s behind bars. What could I possibly do to him inside? West must see the ideas flashing through my eyes because his darken.

“You’re taking someone with you.” he orders.

My fists clench at my sides. Taking two steps forward I face off with my brother.

“You’re taking someone with you.” he repeats.

He doesn’t back down. After a few seconds I laugh brushing off the small pissing contest.

“Fine, brother. I’ll take Haven so she can take her eyes off the computer for a while.” I quip.

Havoc and Oakley’s heads snap towards us with suppressed grins. He wants to push me? Fine, but I’m going to have a little fun.

“Oh shit.” Haven mutters beside West.

Her caramel hair is braided down her back, a fitted black outfit hugs her curvy figure, her wide eyes shining with mirth. West’s arm extends blocking her way to the door when she starts to step towards me.

“It’ll be fine.” she says. “I’ve never been inside a prison before.” she shrugs with a grin.

Her attempt to make a joke does nothing to the broody fucker staring me down but he drops his arm and let’s her pass. When she reaches the door next to me he curls his lip.

“Don’t fucking try shit while she’s with you.” His tone is stiff.

Havoc sinks into the couch, “Haven.” he calls.

Her head whips to her brother sitting next to Oakley.

“There and back.” he demands.

My skin starts to itch while Haven lets out an annoyed sigh. All of this fucking back and forth is wasting my time.

“We’re losing time. Haven, go get in the car.” I look at Havoc, “I’ve got her. Oakley, keep these bastards in check, will ya?”

Turning I ignore the two fuckers bickering behind me to follow Haven out the apartment. It’s midday and visitation ends in a couple hours so we waste no time climbing in the SUV and speeding down the road. Thirty minutes into the silent drive Haven opens her mouth to speak when we turn into the parking lot. Barbed wire, grey buildings, and dull landscaping expand ahead of us.

“This place is depressing.” she comments.

I almost laugh at the conviction in her voice, but I shove it down. I’ve been able to cage the beast in my chest to focus on finding Kenna, but my patience is wearing thin. The way my soul yearns for her touch, the way her cherry flavored lips taste,fuck. I swore I’d kill Kingston if I ever saw him again and now he may be the only one who knows where Hank is. Hank Harlow was a college friend of our fathers. They all went to school here where my father and Kingston took this place by storm. Meeting their wives here they all learned that becoming powerful couples means status. Money. Control. Hank was left behind and long gone from the picture around the time we were in middle school.

Opening my door I go to step out when Haven stops me. From the corner of my eye I can see her hand hovering over my arm with hesitation before it falls.

“Shouldn’t we leave our stuff in the car? They won’t let us move through security if we don’t.” she says.

Once I’m standing I dip my head to look at her.

“They won’t stop me.” I state.

Rolling her eyes she sighs, “That may be, but they will stop me. I have no clout in this town.” she grumbles.

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