Page 28 of Whips and Chains
Now more than ever, I was all in.
Not in bed with them. That had been a step too far.
But they were the only ones who were going to be able to help me work out who had killed my best friend.
Because I wasn’t safe until we worked that out.
And neither was anyone I cared about.
Including the three of them, even though if anyone had asked me to admit it right then, I would have preferred to stick a fork in my eye than admit I cared about them.
Rebel sighed heavily at the determination in my gaze. “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”
“No. Would you have walked away when your mother was murdered?”
She shook her head. “I couldn’t have.”
And neither could I.
“I’ll talk to Grayson and have him text you about the next meeting.”
I nodded.
I might not have been a psychopath, but I was joining their murder squad. Whether they liked it or not.
Francine texted me thirty minutes before my shift that afternoon was supposed to start and asked me to come to the office instead. I screwed up my face at my phone but redirected Fang anyway.
When he pulled up out in front of Clean Sweep headquarters, right across the road from Psychos, a low growl rattled from his chest.
Or maybe it came from mine, I wasn’t quite sure.
“Want me to deal with them?” He cracked his knuckles and gripped the steering wheel tighter, as if he needed it tokeep himself from launching out of the car and clobbering the three men who stood waiting outside my place of employment, apologetic expressions firmly fixed in place.
“No. I can. You go home.”
“I’ll sit at Psychos. I’ll be close by if you need a ride.” He glared at his old best friend through the glass. “Or someone to punch Reaper in his stupid face.”
But I was so mad at all three of them, if anyone was going to be doing the punching, it was me.
I slid out of the SUV, slamming the door behind me, even though the car had done nothing to warrant my frustrations.
“Violet,” Whip started.
I stepped up onto the sidewalk and held my hand up in a stop motion in front of his face. “Save your breath. I’m not interested in anything any of you have to say.”
Levi tried next. “Baby, just let us explain.”
I glared at him. “Call me baby again, and you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
“Can I still call you Omelet?” X asked hopefully.
The death stare told him it probably wasn’t a good idea if he wanted to keep his balls intact.
All three of them fell into silence as I stormed past them and stomped up the stairs to Francine’s place.
She glanced up from behind her desk, and I forced a smile for my boss.
“Afternoon. I got your text. You wanted to see me?”
