Page 62 of Tell Me Why
“Eve had an EpiPen in her bag and it’s conveniently missing,” I reply, my tone glacial. “This was calculated. And whoever did it is already dead—they just don’t know it yet.”
“Fuck, that’s cold, man. Even for you.” Jackson shakes his head. “But are we really surprised? Eve is Sin’s sister and he’s public enemy number one right now.”
“The members don’t trust her,” Ash adds. “Especiallythe Debs. They’re suspicious as fuck about why she’s really here.”
I take another long pull from my blunt, nodding slowly. “Sara was livid about the Fox Hunt right before this happened. But when I saw her this morning, she was suddenly over it.” I push off the desk and head for the door. “I’ll talk to her.”
“Lucas was right last night,” Ash says to my back. “We need to cut Eve loose or it’ll only happen again.”
“And if Sin finds out what happened here tonight—” Jackson says. “We’re seriously fucked.”
I get why they’re uneasy about all this. The Sacred Sons are used to being the apex predators in this town, but size means nothing when your opponent has nothing to lose. And with his sister gone, Sin doesn’t have shit to lose. So, yeah, if he finds out about this attempt on her life, I have no doubt he’ll rain hellfire down on us.
Or he’ll try, at least.
“I’ll find the person who tried to hurt Eve,” I say. “And in the meantime, we’ll double up on the armed guards surrounding the house.”
“And if you can’t find the person responsible?” Jackson asks. “Then what?”
“The person who did this isn’t just some regular member who’s pissed that Eve is here,” I say. “I claimed her publicly. She’s mine. Going after her is going afterme.That alone should have kept her safe. But whoever did this didn’t give a fuck about the repercussions, which can only mean one of two things—either this cunt is dumb as fuck, or desperate enough not to care.”
The guys blink at me, then glance at each other.
Yeah. I’ve had some idle time to think about this shit.
Without waiting for a response, I stalk down the hallway and drag Sara out of the living room. She’s still wearing my sweatshirt, hood up, blonde hair spilling over one shoulder, eyes wide with fear.
“Hey,” she says, a nervous crack in her voice. “How’s Eve?”
I back her against the wall, my face inches from hers. “Did you do it, Sara? Did you put something in her coffee to trigger her allergy?”
“God, no!” she squeaks, all the color draining from her face. “You thinkIdid that to her?”
“You were pissed about the Fox Hunt,” I snarl. “Is it that far-fetched to think you tried to eliminate your competition?”
Sara’s mouth snaps shut, her chin jutting out defiantly. “You seriously think I’m capable of something like that?”
She seems genuinely hurt by the accusation, and she’s a terrible liar—I’d know if she were hiding the truth. Still, I can’t rule her out completely. Not until I’m absolutely certain who’s responsible.
Leaning in closer, my voice drops to a menacing whisper. “Look me in the eye and tell me you had nothing to do with this. Because if I find even a trace of your involvement later, what follows won’t be a conversation—it’ll be an execution,” I add, for once, not trying to hide the darkness behind my eyes.
Her throat flicks as she swallows hard. “I didn’t, I swear. But I can ask around…”
“Do that,” I say, stepping back. “And for your own sake, make it quick.”
I watch her retreat, noting the tension in her shoulders. She seemed sincere, but these days, I don’t know who the fuck I can trust. A few weeks ago, even my own damn cousin betrayed the Burning Crown. So, yeah, paranoia isn’t a luxury anymore. It’s become a fact of fucking life.
I pull out my phone and scroll to a contact I haven’t used in a while.
Sometimes the only way to uncover the truth is to unleash something worse than yourself…
And fortunately, I have the devil on speed dial.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Eve
After a full night of observation,I’m discharged from the hospital. One of the security guys from Rush House, Lowe, stayed with me all night, despitenumerousprotests from the nurses. Apparently, the hospital has strict visiting hours—but Lowe wouldn’t budge from the spot right inside my door, and the nurses eventually gave up trying to get him to leave.
