Page 99 of Heresy

Another nod. “I’m not done. What was the second part of your assignment?”

Still unimpressed with this dramatic display, I play along.

“To get information about her father.”

Green eyes meet mine. “And did you get that information?”

I blink once because I already see where he’s going with this.

“No.”

Gabe walks up to stand next to Tanner, ice clinking in his glass when he takes a sip. Swallowing that, he takes over.

“Then I believe you should already know what the plans for Brinley are.”

Oh, hell no.

“And what’s that?”

Tanner’s turn again. “You’re going to get that information.”

Sitting up straight in my chair, I stink-eye both of these fuckers.

“She can’t stand me. Not after what I did. There is no way in hell she’ll give me that info.”

They both smile, and I want to slap the stupid out of them.

Gabe takes another sip, his throat moving as he swallows, his head shaking just slightly in disbelief.

“Not our problem,” he says. “If you have to babysit her for days, you will get what we need. I suggest you run back up there and play nice. Brinley is still very much your issue.”

Babysit her?

It’ll take forever and a day to get her to talk to me again.

I say as much and they both shrug.

“Again,” Gabe says, “that’s not our problem. You have your own rules and methods, remember? If I were you, I’d figure it out.”

Just like that, I’m dismissed. All four of them move to walk into the kitchen while I’m left in the living room to figure out how to take care of my problem.

…

“Is there a particular reason you’ve dragged me here?”

I glance over at Brinley from beneath where I’m working on her car. Besides the starter, there are actual wear and tear issues that need repaired, so I figured if I have to do her a favor like Tanner demanded, it might as well be this one.

“Were you planning on playing nice with me and my friends at the house?”

She scoffs. “No. I’m not falling for any of this. Your male friends are all criminals, and the women are captives you’ve somehow brainwashed into liking you.”

This girl needs to stop watching so muchCriminal Mindsor whatever bullshit psychopath show she can get her hands on. It’s getting to her head.

“That’s why I brought you here.”

She stares at me from where I have her planted in a chair with the threat of tying her up if she so much as twitches a finger. Thankfully, she actually listened for once, and we haven’t had to go there.

“I don’t understand.”

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