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Catch gripped my shoulder, digging his fingers into the muscle.
I winced, being reminded not so eloquently that I had been stabbed only hours before.
Greyson paced back and forth, scratching his jaw. “Where is she?” he asked the twins as they joined our little party.
“In the basement reading,” Sammy answered, sticking an unlit smoke between his lips. He smirked when he caught me looking his way. “She says hi.”
My jaw clenched but I wouldn’t show him how he got to me.
He tilted his head, his smirk growing.
“Alright.” Greyson stopped in front of me and crouched. “Tell me why the fuck you’re in my home and why I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
“I need your help,” I told him, meeting him square in the eye. I refused to back down. As much as I hated asking for help, this was different. I knew by killing my dog that these fuckers wouldn’t stop until they got to me and everyone I knew. It was one reason why I refused to get close to anyone.
Busy.
My stomach twisted. Fucking hell.
“And why would I help you exactly?” Greyson’s eyes narrowed.
“I can pay,” I told him. It wasn’t like I used the money I had anyway. I gave it to local places whenever I bought food and I gave the homeless kid sitting outside my apartment, money every time I saw him. I didn’t need fancy things to be happy. I just needed these bastards off my case and my damn dog back. I knew that would never happen, so avenging him would have to do.
“As you can tell,” Greyson stood, “I’m doing quite well for myself, so I don’t need your money. I also don’t appreciate you coming in here and insulting me,” he said, walking away. “Kill him.”
“No.” I shoved out of Catch’s grip and jumped to my feet. “I’m desperate. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
Greyson stopped, feigning a yawn. “No, you’re here because my boys brought you here.”
“I’m here because your niece saved my life and her grandfather organized my surgery. I could have stayed in her backyard and died. But I didn’t. I’m here.” I pointed at the twins. “They brought me here because they have questions. Just like you do. So let me answer them.”
“There’s some shit going around about you. How you disappeared.” Greyson turned toward me, crossing his arms under his broad chest. “Is that true?”
“I have a target on my back. So yeah, it’s true.”
Greyson searched my face. He turned on his heel, walking away. “I suggest following me.”
Catch gave me a shove forward.
When no one else budged, I did as I was told and followed Greyson to a door sitting at the left side of the large room.
He opened the door and went inside before spinning on me. “You armed?”
I grunted. “Yeah, because I keep a Glock in my sweatpants.” Nah, it was more like a machinegun. I bit back a sigh. I was losing my ever-loving mind. A mind I couldn’t afford to lose in the first place. It was the only thing I had going for me anymore.
“Fine.” Greyson moved away from the door and let me enter.
I shut the door behind me, leaning against it. Letting my eyes wander around the vast space, I took in what looked like a room where members of Hell’s Harlem met. An old bike hung high on the wall with framed pictures hanging beneath it as well. It took everything in me not to go to them and check them out. Not because I was nosy but because I wanted to know the crew that I was about to beg for help.
“Where have you been?” Greyson asked, sitting at the head of the large wooden table.
“I’ve been hiding.” I turned toward him. “But you already know that.”
“I do but what I don’t understand is why. Don’t you have your club members to protect you?”
I wasn’t sure how much information had gotten out or how I should even begin to tell him. Truth was, I had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I met up with Meadow Rodriguez, I had assumed I would get what I needed and that was that. I didn’t want any trouble. Sure, I liked messing with her and her guys a bit, but I wasn’t expecting the place to get blown to shit or for her to lose one of her men.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I blurted.
