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Wesley gives me a sad smile and shakes his head.

“Because if he is behind everything and they can prove it, they will shred him to pieces before he can breathe out a single excuse.”

Fear pangs through me, not exactly sure why. They just made excellent points as to why the guys will be fine. Maybe I’m anxious about everything finally coming to an end, getting answers. Or maybe I’m terrified to get those answers. Regardless, I don’t think I’ll like the outcome of this scenario.

I feel Liam’s eyes on me and when I look away from Wesley, I see Liam staring at our joined hands before his eyes come to Wesley. Dropping his hand quickly, I don’t miss the flash of sadness on Wesley’s face before he stands at attention, shrugging away any emotions that could potentially be read on his face.

“I’m gonna do a perimeter sweep. You two stay in here.”

I nod, watching as he goes, his long legs closing the distance to the back door before he slips outside. His toned back strains against his black henley, his dark jeans hugging his ass in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination. Which is kind of incredible because, my god, I don’t think I could have imagined an ass like that on a man, let alone this man. I don’t realize that my eyes are still tracking him until Liam lets out a low chuckle.

“You got a little bit of drool, babygirl,” he teases as he wipes at my chin.

I look over to Liam, rolling my eyes as he continues laughing.

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you. Maybe we can talk him into a threesome while we wait for the others?”

I scoff, though now that the mental image has entered my head I know it’s there to stay.

Fuck.

Chapter Forty

Vincent

Sneaking onto the Lewis estate was easier than it should have been. Busting down the front door and throwing him into the trunk of Ronan’s car, even easier. What’s difficult is getting this motherfucker to talk.

We drove him to Ronan’s house and unloaded him into the cellar. Ronan has never used the cellar before, and it shows. Cobwebs and rats cover every inch of the place. Conveniently, there is a room with a single dim light, no windows and enough space for me to…play.

My fist drives into his jaw, sending Lewis’ head snapping to the side before spitting out a glob of blood. He lets out a whimpered groan as he shakes his head.

“P-please. I don’t know what you want. I don’t know anything.”

“Cut the shit!” I seethe. “I’m not in the goddamn mood for your bullshit. Admit that you’ve been stalking Skyla, and I’ll make sure to kill you nice and fast.”

“Skyla?” he asks in confusion, his eyes moving to Asher and Ronan’s before coming back to me. “Skyla Parris? Why would I stalk her?”

“I saw the way you looked at her at our engagement party,” Asher cuts in, coming to stand beside me as he does. “You called her Giselle.”

He shakes his head frantically. “It was a mistake. She looks so much like her mother. It caught me off-guard.”

“Why would it?” Ronan asks. “What was she to you?”

“Nothing,” Lewis answers quickly, causing Asher and I to share a look.

Wordlessly, he moves to the corner of the room where a five-gallon jug of water is before I grab a towel and wrap it around his face. Ronan moves behind him, tilting the chair backwards as Asher lifts the water jug up and over Lewis. The water begins to pour over the cloth, drawing out the suffering before I nod to Asher, and he pulls away. Ronan rights the chair and I pull the towel as he begins coughing up water.

“Let’s try that again,” I say. “Who was Giselle Parris to you?”

“Before,” he rasps. “Before she married Henry, she was Giselle Thompson, and she was…everything. She was everyone’s everything. There wasn’t a man on campus who wasn’t in love with her.”

Hm, sounds familiar.

“And when Skyla came to town, you saw it as your second chance? Your redemption?” Ronan guesses.

“NO!” Lewis defends, his head swinging back and forth between us.

Frustration boils beneath my skin and I can’t stop my forehead from swinging forward, cracking against his nose and exploding the thing across the goddamn room. He screams in pain as I grip his shirt and yank him closer to me.

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