Page 106 of Tell Me Why
His brows pinch together, and he glances down at my hand, finally noticing the knife. He doesn’t try to push it away. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“On the night of the Vernal Whatever Ceremony, my brother was captured byyourguys—” I push the knife in a little more, and he rewards me with a wince “I know he’s being held in the basement at Rush House.”
Clamping his fingers around my wrist, he pulls my hand and the knife away from him. “I don’t know anything about that.”
“Bullshit,” I yell, trying to pull my wrist out of his death-grip. As usual, it’s pointless. But I’m so fucking angry. Just when I was beginning to trust him, he obliterates that trustagain.“I’ve been watching you guys, and I know all four Sacred Sons have to approve before doing something like that.”
In one quick motion, he takes the knife, throws it across the room, then flips me onto my back and pins my body to the mattress. I struggle against him, but he manages to grab both my wrists and hold them above my head easily with one hand. The fucking asshole.
“I should have slit your throat while you were asleep,” I say, acid in my tone. I was stupid to think I could trust him.
“Listen to me, Eve—I don’t know anything about your brother being held at Rush House, I swear.Jesus.”
He looks genuinely confused and alarmed, but…do I believe him?
“Bullshit,”I spit out.
“I slept in the office that night,” he says. “And since then, I’ve been here with you. I haven’t even been checking my phone. So whatever they’ve done to your brother, I’m not part of it.”
I search his face for anything that would tell me he’s lying, but all I see is alarm, maybe even concern. With a sigh, he releases my wrists but keeps me pinned to the mattress. “How did you even hear Sin was captured?”
I hesitate, knowing he’ll be pissed when I tell him I didn’t go down to the beach like I told him I was going to. “I had a driver take me to find my brother. When I got there, Sin’s second in command, Markus, told me he’d been taken by the Sacred Sons last night.”
“Fuck,” Christian says with a hiss, dropping his head.
Sitting up, I push him and he falls back easily. “I’m going to Rush House, and I’m getting my brother.”
“Fuck, no.” He runs a hand through his wavy hair, then pulls it down his face. “You’re not going anywhere near Rush House.”
My heart pounds. “Funny, you’re the second guy to tell me that today,” I say. “And you’re the second guy I’m going to ignore.”
Christian’s eyes search mine, and he must know he’s not going to win this, because he rises off the bed, grabs the paring knife off the floor, and hands it back to me, handle first. “Fine. Then I’m going with you.”
CHAPTERFORTY-FIVE
Christian
I’m so damn pissed.The fact that Ash and Jackson imprisoned the leader of Shadow and Ash without even fuckingtellingme is insane. That’s not how the Burning Crown works.
The short drive to Rush house is quiet. Eve is looking out the window, her body tense. It feels like she’s a million miles away, andfuck,I wish there was something I could say to take her anxiety away—but the fact is, I’m a Sacred Son, one ofthem, and for the first time in my life, that’s not a good thing.
“Don’t worry,” I say, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. “I’ll talk some sense into them.”
“If he’s hurt—” She cuts herself off and swallows back tears.
My chest feels like someone’s cracked it open with a sledgehammer.
“I know,” I say, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “Believe me, I fucking know.”
As we walk into Rush House, a strange energy buzzes through the air. Members part like the Red Sea when they see us, whispers trailing in our wake. We find Jackson and Ash in the living room, playing video games, and smoking weed like they don’t have a care in the fucking world.
“You’re back,” Jackson says, his gaze flicking between Eve and me. His tone is chill, but there’s tension simmering just below the surface. I’m sure he knows exactly why we’re here.
Eve steps in front of me. “Where the fuck is Sin?”
Jackson pauses his game and leans back, giving us his full attention now. “Listen?—”
I take a step toward him. “Where is he, Jackson?”
