Page 137 of Say My Name

If I were in his shoes, and he had lied to me, I’d be furious.

“I believe it’s Brandon,” I say once we’re all settled.

Devereaux clenches his fists. “Fucking asshole. Why do you think that?”

“He’s behind the prostitution ring with the Greedy Girls. Sugar is in on it too. Apparently, Ginger was trying to quit and Brandon was getting irritated with her.”

“Go arrest him.”

“We want this to stick. We can’t arrest him without more evidence. Him being irritated with one of the girls doesn’t mean he’d kill her.”

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Yeah, I guess.” He bounds from the loveseat. “I’ll make him confess.”

I stand. “You can’t do that. Let us do our job.”

He laughs at that. “Your job? Is that what you’ve been doing so far? Sleeping in my bed?”

“You’re an asshole.”

He never breaks eye contact. “What do you call it then?”

I release a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Devereaux. I got caught up in it all. I got caught up in you. I know you’re upset with me, but you can’t go after Brandon.”

“Why not?”

“Because, you could get yourself killed.”

He scoffs. “Don’t act like you care about me.”

“Idocare about you. I don’t want to see anyone else get hurt.”

“So, you’re going to go after him? You think that’s wise?”

I nod. “It’s my job.”

“What about you getting hurt in the process? I’m not letting you go after this guy.”

I shake my head. “It’s my job, and I can handle myself.”

“This is fucked up. I still can’t believe you’ve been a cop this whole time.”

“Devereaux,” I say, my voice a lot calmer now. “You have to promise me you won’t go after him. I don’t need you getting yourself hurt.”

“Yeah, sure,” he says. “Now, you need to leave.”

Tears well in my eyes, threatening to fall any minute, so I nod, and gather my things. As I leave his house, sadness washes over me and I rush to my car so he can’t see me cry. Hopefully, he doesn’t go after Brandon.

I guess I’ll just have to go after him first.

Chapter 40

Devereaux

It feels like my heart just walked out of this house. She’s a detective. I never knew they had it in them to send an undercover like her into my club. I’ve lived in Saint Pierce all of my life, and I’ve never seen a cop as beautiful as Chloe.

I’m pissed at myself. I should have known the police force would send someone to investigate my club. I was too distraught over the murders to think clearly.

Maybe I’m still not thinking clearly.

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