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“What’s so damn funny?” Shade snapped, glaring at me.
“Nothing.” I looked at my wrist, pretending to check the time. Not that I had anywhere to go of course but I did have a date with Busy’s pussy.
“Tanner, enough.” Greyson pointed at Shade. “Youneed to relax. I will give you answers when I get them. Now sit your ass down and shut the fuck up.” When Shade slumped into a chair, Greyson cleared his throat. “Anyone else have any issues with how I run things around here?”
Murmured noes went around the room.
“Now, Tanner.” Greyson pulled his phone out of the inside of his leather cut and placed it on the table in front of me. “I have news. I’m sure you already know this, but I’ve come across a video that puts you in a very compromising position. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood or else I’d just let Shade rip you apart.”
I grunted. “It’s not him I’m worried about.”
Chuckles sounded around the room.
Meadow had been the only woman to ever stand up to me. Until Busy. I was never attracted to Meadow and she wasn’t mine anyway but Busy was single and she didn’t want to fix me. Not like everyone else.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He grunted. “You like my coc—”
“Tanner?”
I jumped, finding several pairs of eyes on me.
Shade’s brows narrowed but something unexpected flashed behind his eyes. I looked away before I could get caught in his concerned stare. We had nothing in common. Nothing. I refused to have it any other way. Because as much as I needed their help, I would die first before that information got out about me and what I had gone through as a kid.
“Have you seen this video?” Greyson asked, pressing play on his phone. The images on the small screen brought me back to that night. I had asked Meadow to meet me to give me whatever it was my father had left me in his will.
Numbers.
That was all I knew. When she placed the small gold ring in my hand, I almost laughed at how sick and twisted my dad was. Looked like the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.
The numbers were to a bank account that held a lot of money in it. I wasn’t sure where my father got the money from or why he was giving it to me. That information wasn’t in the will. But it wasn’t like we had ever gotten along. He never wanted me. Stuck me with my mom until she died, and then I was thrown into the hands of the devil himself.
The video showed Meadow giving me the ring. Other people milling about. And me walking away. As soon as I was almost out of the camera shot, it went to another camera and showed me with a gun in my hand. There was no sound in the video, but I didn’t need it. I could still hear the gunshots. The screams. The pain. The damn anguish.
The video switched again, revealing Meadow walking away, me with the gun raised and Sunny walking toward her. I remembered it like it was yesterday. My gun was raised. Sunny went down, pulling Meadow down with him. All because he was protecting her. It looked bad. It looked so damn bad that I wasn’t sure how I would ever be able to talk myself out of this one.
A heavy hand landed on my shoulder, the one that I had been stabbed in. Greyson squeezed, digging his fingers into the wound that had healed but was still tender.
I winced, embracing the pain slicing through me because it reminded me that I was still alive.
“You see. This video looks like you were the one who shot Sunny.” Greyson placed both hands on my shoulders.
“But I didn’t. I never pulled the trigger.” Even I wouldn’t have believed me if the situation was reversed. How could they? I had a gun in my hand. It was pointed in Sunny’s direction, but I wasn’t aiming for him.
“Okay, let’s say you didn’t shoot him.” Greyson released me and sat in the chair beside me. “Who did?”
“I don’t know.” I had a feeling it was either Tommy, Roxanne, or he had hired someone else to do it. Either way, it didn’t matter. Because I knew that I had been set up. “But I can tell you that I did not shoot Sunny. I know it looks bad. Fuck, I know that.”
“Why should we believe you?” Greyson asked, tenting his fingers under his chin.
“Because it wasn’t him I was aiming for,” I blurted.
Bodies shifted in the room.
“Who the hell were you aiming for then?” Shade demanded, shoving to his feet.
I looked between him and Greyson. “I was aiming for Sunny’s ex.”
“Roxanne?” Shade shook his head. “But why?”
