Page 8 of Redemption

Zane’s blue eyes take turns going from the road to my reflection in the mirror. He doesn’t open his mouth, but I know he wants to. After a couple more times of this, my agitation hits its peak.

“Don’t even say it.” I shift against the black leather seats and squeeze Kelsey’s side a bit tighter. She flinches, but doesn’t make a move otherwise. I’m not sure of that’s a good sign or not.

“Wasn’t gonna.” He shrugs and blows a puff of smoke out the open window.

“Right.” The phone in my back pocket starts ringing and as soon as I lay eyes on the caller ID my whole body tenses. “Shit.”

“You might want to answer that.” Zane messes with the pile of hair on top of his head and I want to smack that mop, but I refrain.

“Nah, I’m good.” I glare at my brother through the rearview mirror as I shut my phone off and shove it into my back pocket.

Zane takes a sharp turn onto the freeway, but doesn’t bring up the phone call I’m doing everything in my power to avoid. I stare out the window letting the shit that happened in the last fifteen minutes roll through my head. Probably wasn’t the best idea to do that, but I’m not spending the long trip we have ahead of us with Asher chewing my ass out. I need to focus on my Wildcat and who the hell was shooting at her.

Not to mention those fuckers blew up Willie Mae and for that alone, I’ll have their balls in a vise.

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