Page 123 of Anger

“What does that have to do with Brinley? I made a deal with you, and I owe you the favor.”

“Yeah, but see that’s the problem. I don’t want anything from you. However, I have a friend who needs something from Brinley. And she’s not willing to give it to him.”

“Sucks for him,” I quip. “Maybe he should have asked nicely.”

“He already did.”

His slick smile transitions into a smirk.

“And that’s the problem. She’s not exactly happy with him and won’t answer a few simple questions.”

Okay. I’m not tossing Brinley to the wind to save myself. I made this deal. I’ll face the fucking consequences. But I still want to know what Damon and his asshole friend are planning so I can warn Brinley.

“Did those questions involve removing her clothes? Because if that’s the case, I’d like to meet your friend so I can—”

“We don’t want to hurt her, and she can keep her clothes on. Brinley has information we need, and she’s now involved in something that isn’t good for her.”

Brinley?

How the fuck did she get involved in anything while holed up in a library? It was only within the past few nights that I finally convinced her to come out to Myth again.

The events of last night hit me.

“Does this have anything to do with her car breaking down?”

He shrugs. “It may.”

Holy fuck. I should have made the connection. I spoke with Brinley when I got home last night. After she told me to have Granger drive me home, I took an Uber instead then called to make sure she was all right.

She was fine, but she was detailed in describing the tow truck driver.

“It was Priest, wasn’t it? The guy who towed her car. Is he the one who needs these questions answered?”

Damon’s smirk disappears and he rolls his neck over his shoulders.

“Fucking hell, I should have known you two would talk. Sending Priest here for my truck was stupid.”

His eyes meet mine again.

“I’m offering you a solution to everyone’s problems. We just need you to drive Brinley to a restaurant tomorrow. We’ll even loan you a car to pick her up. Does she know you broke shit off with Granger?”

I shake my head. “No. Then I’d have to explain how I have money to hire Ubers on the nights she can’t drive me to work. And Brinley might question why some guy I barely know was willing to give me ten thousand dollars. Especially when that same guy was involved in the fight that fucked her head up so much, she’s been terrified to leave her dorm and the library ever since.”

His brows pull together.

“Seriously? That was two months ago.”

“She’s got an excellent memory.”

Shoulders slumping, he blows out a breath.

“Listen, we just need her to answer a few questions. That’s all. And unfortunately, the governor has told her some pretty shitty things about us.”

Okay.

I need more information.

“Why doesn’t the governor like you?”

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