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Sixx groaned. “Jesus.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My family would never deal with drugs,” Sammy denied, her face sincere. “How can you even suggest something so terrible like that, when all I’ve tried to do is help your friends.”
Bentley’s eyes bulged, his face leaching of color at whatever he was reading. With a gulp, he shoved his phone deep into his jeans pocket. “Sorry. Really. I didn’t mean any offense.”
“What did you read?” she asked, her head tilting to the side, causing her hair to fall over her shoulder. “Was it about me or my brother?”
“Nothing. Nope. Didn’t read a thing. It was a mistake. I don’t even think this is the same Samara. Abi called her Sammy. That’s her name. Not that Samara chick. They don’t even look the same. Vitucci’s sister is…is…”
“He looks like he’s going to pass out,” Sixx observed.
“Ohhhh, I bet he read about how many people my family supposedly liquefied with acid and poured into the Hudson,” Sammy guessed. “Those are just allegations, though. No one can actually prove any of that bullshit. Besides, whatever number they estimated wouldn’t even be close.”
Stunned silence filled the room for a long moment.
“That’s scary as fuck, but also really badass,” Sixx said appreciatively.
Sammy’s grin was bright when she batted her lashes at him. “Aw, you’re so sweet.”
“Does that mean you really can help us with this whole Mr. Gaviria thing?” Ali asked hopefully. “I mean, allegedly or whatever.”
“My brother is already taking care of Gaviria. Your teacher won’t be harassing you anymore,” Sammy assured her. “It is going to take a few days to handle the fight club situation. It’s not run by Lunatic, but he does have affiliations with it. We have a few different options, but yeah, Sixx doesn’t have anything to worry about.”
Tears spilled down Ali’s face. “Thank you.”
“Hey, you’re Abi’s sister, which basically makes you my sister too. We’re family now.”
I froze as a new realization kicked me in the chest. She knew. Sammy knew about the marriage license, that I was married to Vaughn.
“That’s why you’re here,” I accused, dizzy from having my marriage confirmed. “Because of the—”
“Because you’re my sister,” she said calmly, cutting me off. “And I missed you. That’s the only reason I’m here.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
abi
When the doorbell rang, Bentley and Evan both flinched. Ali grabbed Sixx’s shoulders, her forehead dropping to his neck, the relief Sammy had given her with her promise causing her to sag a little. Sixx reached his blood-soaked, towel-wrapped hand back, curling his fingers in her hair.
Before I could get to my feet, Sammy stood, her eyes like lasers as if daring me to move. “I’ll get it. You keep your ass right there until I get back.”
“Why is she so overprotective of you?” Bentley asked. “Does she think we’re going to do something to you in the thirty seconds it takes to open the door?”
“That’s just how she is with people she cares about,” I defended then ground my teeth together. She did not get my loyalty. Not after what she’d done. I was thankful for her helping Ali, but that was it.
Sammy led a man dressed in surgical scrubs into the room, a medical bag in hand. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a clean-shaven face that was only slightly aged with time. He was shorter than Sammy, his eyes downcast as he listened to her speak.
In fucking Russian.
Because, of course.
I rolled my eyes, already onto her game. “Sixx first. Or I’m not moving.”
Blue eyes flared with frustration. “You first. Sixx doesn’t have any life-threatening wounds. If he was going to bleed out from those busted knuckles, he would already be dead.”
I curled my feet up under me and crossed my arms. “You’re right. But I just have a sore face and an upset stomach. Sixx’s risk of an infection increases by the minute. I can wait.”
“Abi, I’m fine. Seriously. You haven’t been feeling well for over a week. Maybe the doctor can give you something to help with the upset stomach. Then you can eat while I get a few stitches,” Sixx negotiated.
