Page 83 of All Your Firsts

“Go on,” Marcus says.

“At first, there was only one person. Then, another appeared and broke the glass to grab Jess. Then, the man in front of me grabbed me.”

Tears escape my eyes and trace a path down my cheeks. Vic wraps his arms around me, but I pull away. When I see the hurt in his eyes, I place my hand on his chest. “I have to finish this, and then I never want to talk about it again.”

I look back at the guys. “They brought us both out to a black van, threw us in, drove away, and then someone saved us.”

“Who?”

I pause. Our savior preferred to keep her help to us a secret. That much was clear, and I can’t help but feel a sense of loyalty to her.

I shrug. “I have no clue.”

“What did this person look like?”

“I-I, uh... couldn’t tell. She had a mask on.”

As soon as I say she, I grimace.

Shit.

Trey raises a brow. “She?”

“Ahh... yeah, she.”

I wish I would have thought this through prior to their line of questioning. Although I doubt they’ll ever find her.

Trey narrows his eyes. “So you’re saying a girl outsmarted two likely trained men?”

“Yeah.”

“We don’t know the who, but maybe we can figure out the why,” Julian contemplates as he looks at Trey from above his laptop.

“Don’t look at me, fucker. I’ve been keeping my nose clean,” Trey says.

Julian narrows his eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

“One hundred percent. Life’s been fucking boring lately. But this... this gives me something to look forward to,” Trey says, rubbing his palms together. An evil smirk adorns his lips, and I look away.

“You’re such a dick,” Vic says from my side.

“I can’t help it, bro. There’s some chick in town who can allegedly take down a couple of guys. I need to find her, stat. And you guys all know that I’ve made changes since I’ve taken over. Pop’s rule was bloody and vile. I won’t put us back through that shit. We lost too much,” he says with a sigh.

“You piss anyone off lately, Vic?” Marcus asks while ignoring Trey.

“Nope, I’ve been pretty preoccupied,” Vic says while looking down at me with a small smile.

“What about the guy on poker night?”

Vic goes rigid. I look up at him. “What guy?”

“After you moved in, someone came to my house,” Vic says, looking guilty.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to worry.”

He’s right, I would have. That still doesn’t make it right. But I also didn’t tell him about the guy at the bar.

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