My shoulders slump. “His pants? I don’t know.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re throwing things out there.”
“Because I don’t understand it either, but it doesn’t matter. She’s locked up now, and it’s up to us to be there for her, like we swore we would. I just don’t know how. I thought you would know…”
It’s quiet for some time as we both stare at the greenery around us.
“Are you with me?” he asks out of nowhere.
I nod. “Whatever you’re thinking, let’s do it. Can’t be worse than things already are.”
He nods and gets up. “Then let’s go pay someone a visit.”
“Who?”
His teeth grind together as we walk toward his car. “A deceitful pig.”
Xavier
The momentI spot that motherfucker’s face appearing around the corner, I signal Orion, and we jump out of the car and follow him around the corner toward an apartment building. I tracked him down thanks to Sunny’s notes. This must be where he lives.
Right before the front door of the building closes behind him, I put my foot between, and we slip through. He presses the elevator button, but a creak makes him glance over his shoulder.
His eyes widen.
Too late.
THWACK!
My fist makes contact with his cheek, and I pummel him into the elevator door.
“You motherfucker!” I growl, grasping him by the shirt. “You arrested her?”
Atreus attempts to throw a punch, but Orion jumps in to grab his arm and pins it to the elevator door. “Like hell you will.”
“Too late,” he retorts.
I punch him again for the sheer audacity.
“Why?” I grit, tightening my grip on his shirt.
“She needed to be stopped,” he replies.
“She was taking out the trash,” Orion says.
“That’s what the police are for,” Atreus says, glancing between the two of us.
“How the fuck did you even escape the basement?” I ask.
There’s an arrogant smirk on his face. “Beeper in my pocket. Now fucking unhand me before I bring you in too.”
“Fucking try, I dare you,” I growl up close and personal. “Do you even know what I do to pigs like you?”
“I’ve seen him. It isn’t pretty,” Orion muses. “Remember Bob?”
His eyes narrow. “You wanna confess to a murder, boy?”
“I want you to understand … she’s not alone.” I pull out a knife and hold it under his throat. “And I will die for my woman.”
