Page 44 of Ignite

He arches a brow. Then frowns.

“It… hurts?”

“Yeah. A lot.”

He glares like Dad used to when he knew I was full of shit.

“Don’t lie to me. You know better than that.”

I run a hand over my jaw.

What do I even say? That her psycho ex is using a fake name and runs a strip club? That Declan’s got me the dirt, and now I’ve got a death wish with Ben’s name on it?

Wait.

“Look. That night she patched me up, she caught her ex cheating. We went back to her place to get rid of the prick.”

Finn pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Tell me you didn’t fuck her.”

I blink, stunned. Fury floods my veins. I stand up.

“No. I didn’t. But her ex threatened her. I didn’t like that, so Declan did some digging.”

I pull up the email and slide my phone across the counter.

“Read it. I’m worried.”

He reads in silence, jaw tightening.

“So who is he?”

“No clue. But I’m gonna find out. I went to her house last night too, and she wasn’t home.”

Finn taps his ringed fingers against the marble.

“I’ll send Reg and Rowan to check out that club. If it’s legit, we’ll know. Keep an eye on her. I’ll track what I can from the hospital side. No need to pull Enzo in. Yet.”

I scratch my stubble.

“You’ll never trust him, will you?”

He glares.

“You don’t let the devil in the door, Con.”

I like Enzo. Guy’s useful. And fast. There’s nothing he can’t hack. But Finn’s not wrong—everything in our world comes with a price.

Right now, we’re paying ours by running the Decadence games.

Last week, the idea of chasing girls through the woods would’ve gotten me hard.

Now? I couldn’t care less.

Hallie’s in my fucking head.

“You have Hallie’s number?” Finn asks.

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