Barrett comes charging in, his gun raised, his glare savage, looking fucking unhinged, but the moment he scans the room and only finds us, he relaxes and quickly holsters his weapon.
“Shit, Lily… I thought,” he sighs, shaking his head. “First the salon and now The Rough House. We need to get you out of here.”
“What? No,” Lily snaps, glaring at her cousin from beside me. “How did you know I was at The Rough House?”
“I didn’t until Shiv sent me this.” He holds up his phone, showing us a slightly grainy picture of Lily running into the cage, fear etched across her face, and there in the bottom corner is me, out cold on the mat.
Fuck. She really was worried about me.
And fuck… I won. That fucker was trying to kill me on Monty’s order, but I fucking won.
“Of course you know Shiv.” Lily rolls eyes.
“I made it my business to know him after you sent me to babysit your toy boy,” Barrett snaps, bobbing his head towards me, and I grit my fucking teeth.
Why does everyone keep calling me that? I’m not her fucking toy boy.
I’m her man.
“Come on, Lil. Be smart,” Barrett sighs, stepping closer, hiseyes raking over the patch-up AJ did before they shift back to Lily. “It's time to go dark.”
“No,” Lily snaps without hesitation. “The funeral is tomorrow, and I still need to find the stalker.”
My brows nearly leave my fucking head.
“Stalker?” I ask, but Barrett speaks over me.
“Don’t you mean stalkers? Plural?”
The fuck?
Lily’s blue gaze darts to me briefly, even as she shakes her head.
“I think it’s only one.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Barrett’s dark brows furrow. “And whose car is in the driveway?”
“Nothing,” Lily waves him off. “And I borrowed the car to get Asher back here.” She lies, turning to help me maneuver off the table.
“Nothing? That’s bullshit. Has the text stalker reached out again?” Barrett surges forward a few steps. “Have you received a new picture?”
“What text stalker?” I ask, and finally, Lily’s eyes lock with mine.
“It’s nothing.”
She’s fucking lying again.
Why the fuck does she do that? Doesn’t she trust me?
Clearly she doesn’t, so instead of talking to her about it, I glance at Barrett.
“Let me get this straight. Lily has two stalkers,anda hit out on her?”
Barrett’s dark eyes flare before shooting to Lily.
“You told him?”
“It’s been a little hard to hide, what with getting attacked after work and then the shooting at the salon,” she snaps, and Barrett sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he falls silent, clearly thinking.
