Page 164 of Brutal Prince

I shake my head. “No. I have to… I still have to get it back.”

“Then get it back. Meanwhile…” Dad tugs at the hem of his suit jacket, twisting his neck. “The police are busy fingerprinting my computer and study. I already know what they’ll find.”

Because of course my fingerprints will be all over that shit.

But not his computer. I’ve never touched it. I knew it was off-limits.

“You’re wrong about Marcus,” I say. “He’s never done anything—” I cut off, aware of the bald-faced lie I’m about to lay on my father. “He’s a good guy.”

Father lets out a soft laugh. “No, son. You’re a good guy. Marcus? He takes advantage of good guys like you.”

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Dad’s wordsplay on end in my mind as I head home. I zone out so badly that the car behind me at the traffic light honks before I realize the light is green.

I coast down the freeway.

It doesn’t matter which way I twist things, I can’t fit the pieces together.

Of course, it doesn’t help that my mind keeps going back to Indi. How vengeful she looked. How hard she pretended that she’d actually be able to hurt me with that little blade if she tried.

Liar.

When could she possibly have overheard me and Marcus speaking about Jess? We know better than to run our mouths where anyone can hear us.

The church.

Was she there? Was that what I saw before I got so caught up in Marcus that I forgot?

What the fuck was she even doing there?

My hands tighten on the steering wheel. I lick dry lips and take a deep lungful of air.

No…what was Marcus doing there?

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