Inez shifted her gaze to Addison shooting her a harsh glare. “And you agreed to give her one?”
How is this my fault?
“I only agreed when she pulled a gun on me.”
“For fucks sake.” She pointed to the apartment. “Get your asses inside. Fucking crazy ass little shits!”
Addison took offense to being lumped in that category but she wasn’t going to say a word. Two minutes in this woman’s presence told her Inez was unstable. They walked inside and down the short hallway that opened up into a living room and kitchen. It smelled like a combination of stale cigarettes and something sweet. Banana bread? It was an odd combination.
Inez walked into the kitchen, pointed to the stool at the breakfast bar, and Jane immediately sat, folding her hands andtwisting her fingers. Addison stood near the wall. Distance was important with both these women.
“From the fucking beginning.”
Jane swallowed and sighed. “I was at the clubhouse cleaning up the empty bottles cause they were having a party. Some guy came up to me. Said he knew me, and I told him he didn’t, but he followed me and then grabbed my arm.”
“You know him?”
Jane gave a curt nod.
“From where?”
Jane’s eyes welled, and she whispered. “You know.”
Inez’s jaw squared, and her eyes hardened. Addison wasn’t following the story, but the older woman seemed to know what she was saying.
“I had to get out of there.” Jane’s tone was laced in panic.
“Why didn’t you go to one of my boys?”
“They’re part of it.”
Inez shook her head. “No, they ain’t. You were safe with them.”
“But he was there. They must know him. And I don’t trust the club.”
“Fuck!” Inez slammed her hand on the counter.
“I’m sorry.”
Inez scoffed, pacing around the small kitchen and lifted her chin to Addison. “Apologize to her. You’re the one who sealed her fucking fate.”
What?
“You can’t hurt her,” Jane’s voice shook.
Inez’s gaze darkened. “You put a gun to this woman’s head, held her hostage, and brought her to my fucking home.” She raised her brows. “And you’re giving me orders? You’re a lot fucking crazier than I gave you credit for.” Inez walked across the kitchen and grabbed her phone. She tapped the screen liftingthe phone to her ear. “Get the van around back and come up. I’m gonna need this clean.”
Jane gasped and looked over at Addison in horror.What?
Jane leaned across the counter when Inez lowered her phone.
“You can’t kill her!”
What? Addison visibly flinched.Kill me?Was that what the call was about? Killing her?I’m the victim!
Inez planted her palms on the counter. “You got no say in how I handle your fucking mess. Next time, maybe you don’t involve an innocent fucking bystander. ’Cause I’m telling you now” —she kept her eyes locked on Jane— “her blood? That’s on you.”
Addison felt her head get light, and she swayed, hitting her back against the wall. Her skin prickled as the blood drained from her face.
