Page 91 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

I looked down and saw an arm peeking out from whatever piece of wood that the man, the food delivery guy, was standing on.

What the fuck?

“Move off of him,” I hissed.

The man didn’t.

He did, however, shift his weight to look at me sideways as if I was an interesting creature.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he asked.

I blinked.

My brain was foggy, sure, but was I supposed to ‘know’ him?

I didn’t think so.

“I guess nine years is a long time.” He shrugged. “Or more like ten now. The last time I saw you, your husband punched the shit out of me in the parking lot of the courthouse.”

Pieces started to fit together like a puzzle I couldn’t quite figure out.

The courthouse parking lot the day of my brother’s trial. Bram punching the man that Amon had hired to ‘follow’ me. The guy leaving saying I wasn’t worth the pay.

But I’d seen a look in his eyes that day that’d promised retribution.

“Why?” I asked.

“Your brother was a genius,” he said. “I can’t believe that you wouldn’t have wanted to get in on that. Before he died, he helped me invest thousands of dollars that he helped me make. I’m now a millionaire about thirty times over.”

This was making no sense.

Another trickle of what had to be blood ran down my forehead to my hair.

“You obviously don’t have the genius gene, or you would’ve figured this out a hell of a lot faster.” He sighed. “It’s quite disappointing, really. I’ve left you clues everywhere.”

I had no clue what he was talking about.

“I used to help him watch you sleep.” He giggled then. “But I guess you wouldn’t have seen me with him smothering you with a pillow.”

My stomach sank.

“I’ve been hoping you’d figure this out for months. But you and that husband of yours just aren’t a challenge whatsoever.”He sighed. “I got bored with you. Though, you weren’t supposed to get this hurt. That bodyguard of yours is dumb as a box of rocks. I thought for sure he’d find the bomb before it detonated.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Who are you?” I asked. “Why?”

“Guess it doesn’t matter now,” the man said. “My name is Travis Haynes.”

He said it in such a way that I was supposed to know who he was.

But I didn’t.

I didn’t think I was dumb, either.

I did, however, think that this man was just as Looney Tunes as my own brother had been, though.

“Not even my name rings a bell?” He rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

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