Page 218 of Anger

Shrugging a shoulder, he admits, “It was easy. There was so much dirt on both Granger and his business partner that they happily sold the club just to keep that information from leaking out.”

I fidget in my seat, not happy about where we’re driving. “I assume Taylor got that information.”

A grin pulls at his lips. “Who else? The only thing Taylor hasn’t been able to do with his trusty laptop is decrypt that damn flash drive.”

I wonder if I can hustle Damon into turning the car around.

“Has he gotten in touch with Hannibal yet? Kane said she’d be able to decrypt it.”

Damon chuckles. “I have no idea, Blue. That sounds like ahimproblem and not ameproblem.”

My voice is saccharine sweet. “We could always turn around and go back home to help him.”

Reaching over. I run my hand up his thigh. Damon glances at me, a knowing smile tilting his lips. My hand inches higher and he shakes his head.

“You think we’ll somehow help Taylor by fucking?”

“Well, no,” I say, finding that his dick is already somewhat hard. I run my finger up the length of it over his pants. “But when we’re done helping him, we could—“

“You’re going to see your Mom, Blue. I already promised Kane, and I don’t feel like getting my ass handed to me for not following through. Your brother is a mean son of a bitch.”

I laugh at that.

When Kane wants something, he’ll get it.

Just like what he did to the Inferno boys. That meeting wasn’t just Kane’s way of seeing that Luca, Brinley, me and the rest of the women are okay. Mostly, it was a warning to the group that he knew of their games and could play them just as well, if not better.

Tanner bitched about it for hours following the meeting, but everyone else couldn’t stop laughing.

Everyone except Taylor.

I’m sure he spent the entire night working on his computer and locking down whatever ways Kane’s friend had used to hack it.

“I don’t need to see my mom. I made peace with it.”

I’m still annoyed with Damon for not telling me about Myth, but this trip he’s forcing me on is making me angry.

My relationship with Mom is complicated. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to face what she did.

Still, it’s pathetic of me to fear seeing her again.

In that, Damon is right.

I’m still running from a past I’ve never emotionally dealt with. Mom is a trigger, and just the thought of her has me racing damn marathons in my mind trying to escape the fear my childhood had created.

I’m not like Damon.

Not as strong.

His nightmares are a hell of a lot worse than mine—what his father and those other men did to him and his brother.

They tortured them physically, mentally and sexually.

They made one brother hold the other in place so some guy could beat the hell out of him.

They placed bets on which twin would win when they were forced to fight each other.

And if one of them refused, the other was dragged into that small, dark office where they were violated and abused until the other brother gave in and fought.

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