Page 65 of Broken Crown


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Only when we were out of immediate eyesight did Cameron let him catch his breath.

“What the fuck?” He darted wide blue eyes between my cousin and me. “Where did you come from?”

Settling against my side of the alley, I let my body relax a little. We still had fifteen minutes until our ride came. Didn’t need to be tense the whole time. “I should be asking you that. There a reason you were following us, kid?”

And he was a kid. What I’d thought was a man in his late twenties was anything but. Is he even legal to drink?

As if he’d heard my thoughts, Cameron asked, “How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

We both cringed.

“Jesus.” He was barely legal to vote, but he was running with Cash?

“My name’s Jerron.”

Right. “Okay, Mr. Tough Guy. There a reason you were following us, Jerron?”

God, the kid was a terrible liar. So bad I could see him deciding how to lie before he opened his mouth. “Just taking a run.”

I flicked my eyes down to his pants and grimaced. “In jeans? That can’t be comfortable.”

“Yeah. I was late to a study group at the…”

I raised an eyebrow. “The library?”

Jerron gulped, and victory surged through me. I fucking knew it was a trap. If I needed another reason to think Cash was a waste of space, taking on a nineteen-year-old without the skills to effectively lie his way out of trouble was a mistake I couldn’t overlook. It was criminal and not in the way I enjoyed.

“Seriously, how did you beat me here?”

I didn’t answer. Even if he wasn’t an Ace, I wasn’t giving him shit.

Cameron laughed behind him. “Don’t worry, kid. We tend to get the best of most everyone.”

Not wanting any unfortunate surprises, I frisked Jerron, pulling out a burner phone, a wallet with nothing but a few twenties, and a small pocketknife. I left him the cash and took everything else. “What the hell made you join the Aces?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just photographing the buildings for school.”

“I bet those pictures turned out great. It’s a perfect day for them.” He said nothing. Rolling my eyes, I snatched the camera from around his neck and shook it at him. “Let’s take a look. I’m dying to see how you did.”

By the way he was trying to make himself smaller, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what I found. It took seconds to get into the gallery, which was surprisingly full. Passing over a few dick pics, some more artful nudes of him and a few women that I hoped were consensual, and more than one video I refused to watch, I finally found what I was looking for.

Picture after picture of Ash. Getting out of a car in front of Little Sal’s, some of her through the window of the restaurant, and a handful of us leaving together. The only saving grace was that there were none from before we met, so I had a feeling he hadn’t followed her that far. That was good.

Holding the screen out to show Cameron, I focused my attention back on the kid. “I’m going to give you one chance to tell me the truth. Don’t even think of lying to me, Jerron. Not only will I know, but I won’t be inclined to let you try again. Do you understand?”

He nodded quickly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“Why were you watching her?”

“B-because I was told to.”

“By whom?”

“Beckstrom.”

Cash. Of fucking course. “For how long?”

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