Page 55 of My Knight

“It’s a picture!” Dice shouted, furious. “You can’t convict someone on a picture!”

Leo held up a hand again. “I’ve got more information coming, but I want to be damn sure it’s accurate before we say anything else.”

“Before what?” I snapped. “Before you completely turn us against one of our brothers?” I didn’t want to believe it. Couldn’t.

Stretch wasn’t like that. He was unpredictable, yeah. But this? This would’ve been betrayal on a level that didn’t fit him.

“For Leo and me, this doesn’t change our support,” Brynn said. “We’re still taking care of Boone and Gibbs. That’s already decided.”

“But it will change things for you,” Leo added. “Because if Stretch has flipped, he’s now connected to them. And our ability to eliminate Boone and Gibbs without law enforcement interference means—”

“—taking out everyone connected to them,” Brynn finished.

Leo tipped his head. “Including your man.”

I closed my eyes. My stomach dropped.

Fucking hell.

Compass exhaled like the weight was already settling on his shoulders. “If he turned, then I say we get rid of them all.”

“Fuck you!” Dice snapped. “There is no way in hell Stretch flipped!”

“We can wait to go through with our plan until we confirm,” Leo offered. “We won’t move until we’re sure.”

“He hasn’t,” Dice said again, quieter now. But no less certain.

I looked to Brynn. “How long will it take to find out for sure?”

She tapped her manicured fingers on the table, thoughtful. “I’m not a fan of the source Leo’s using. I want confirmation from someone else. That’ll take a bit.”

“My source is good,” Leo muttered and crossed his arms.

Brynn turned her head slowly toward him. “If he was good, you wouldn’t have talked to me before mentioning it to them.”

For a minute, no one spoke. The air felt thick, as if we were all breathing tension.

Dice slumped back in his chair, hands in his hair. “It’s not real. It can’t be. Stretch wouldn’t do this.”

I didn’t know what to believe.

But I knew this much—whatever came next, it was going to change everything.

Chapter Twenty-One

Saylor

Leo and Brynn walked into the common room with their two suited men flanking them like shadows.

We all froze.

They’d only been in church for maybe thirty minutes. That was either a very good sign—or a very bad one. Judging by the set of Leo’s jaw and the unreadable expression on Brynn’s face, I wasn’t betting on good.

“Uh, hey,” Adalee called out from the kitchen. Her voice way too chipper to be casual. “All done?”

Brynn nodded once. “We’re done for today.”

“Oh. Uh…” Adalee looked down at whatever she was chopping. “I was going to make lunch, but it’s not ready yet.”

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