Page 57 of Merciless Sinner

I take her hand now and bring it to my lips to kiss over her knuckles. “When you remember me, you’ll know that threat of danger would not stop me from keeping you safe.”

“WhenI remember?”

“Yes,when.”

A little smile tugs at the corners of her lips. It’s a small breakthrough in the wall she’s built to keep me out, but it’s quickly chased away by the seriousness that returns to her face.

“What’s happening with the investigation, Virgo? You haven’t said anything.”

“Because I don’t want you to worry about it. I have the best people working on it. The only thing I want you to do is focus on you and getting your memories back.”

“But I—”

“No.” I know there’s a fine line between being protective and overprotective, but I don’t need to make her worry even more by telling her everything is exactly the same as it was days ago.

We’re only just getting everything up and running, but I’ve been going over all the details I had before.

“Get some rest.”

I get off the bed and pull on my clothes. She watches me, then pulls the sheet over her breasts to cover herself.

“Will you keep me updated?” she asks as I’m about to walk through the door. “It’s really hard not knowing anything. I hate being kept in the dark.”

“Yes. I will.”

“Thank you.”

I grab my jacket and leave, hoping that maybe I can fix things sooner rather than later. The issue of her memory is difficult enough without the knowledge that someone out there wanted my girl dead.

* * *

"That's everything," Dante says, setting another stack of foolscap folders on the table.

"That's all the stuff from the police reports and the evidence that was taken from the O’Ridians’ home after the incident."

He sits opposite me.

We're in our office at Club X. We decided to have a joint office here and at our other clubs so we could bounce ideas off each other.

Tonight is one of those nights when I'm glad for our little setup, but most of all, I’m grateful for his help.

He's the most trustworthy person I know, so I’m able to tell him anything.

“How are things at the house? You look like shit.”

“Because everything is shit.”

“I hate to break it to you, but this is going to take time.”

I sigh with frustration. “I know.”

Dante looks at the folders and raise his brows. "Where do we even start?"

"I think we should work with anything dated right after the incident," I suggest.

Somewhere along the line, we missed something. It could be some small thing that could give us a lead to the bigger picture. My problem here is that I've gone through these reports before and found nothing. I felt I left no stone unturned, but maybe going through them again with a different mindset will change things.

The first time I studied them, I considered the possibility of an inside job, but hearing Olivia say it gives me more direction. I'll be looking at people who were closer to the family with new eyes.

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