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“Holly—”
The second I feel something snap, I spin around and point my finger in his chest.
“I knew you couldn’t give me much, but I deserve better than what you do give me. I definitely deserve better than to share a guy who can’t get his shit together.”
He lunges forward until I’m backed against the car, and he traps me between his arms.
“It’s none of her business what we do, and you don’t share shit.”
Closing my eyes, my head spins and I just want to be in the car, driving out of the gates and heading for nowhere in particular while I think.
“I know you’re lying about your check-up. It’s not till next week. You do what you gotta do. I haven’t been with Zara since well before I got shot.”
That doesn’t make sense. I smelled her perfume on him just this morning.
“I ain’t got time for this jealous crap either. When you get yourself together, we’ll talk.”
He steps back, turns, and walks back into the bar. I fall back into my car and slam the door shut.
What the fuck is happening to me?
Chapter Eleven
Leo
From the doorway, I watch Holly drive out of the gates. Digging my teeth into my bottom lip isn’t enough pain to cut through the bullshit swarming through my head. Turning around, I punch the wall, leaving a trickle of blood between my knuckles.
Across the bar, Rayna watches me from JJ’s shoulders, and I sigh. I forgot she was in here. This is getting too much. This is the shit I didn’t want to happen, at least not in the cold light of day.
“You know you’ll never win against a brick wall?” Myles mocks from the bar.
“Maybe that’s why no one’s cracked your head open yet?”
His laughter helps to calm me down and I push Holly from my mind. She can have all the time she needs to get right again. Like fuck do I know how to deal with this unless she’s willing to talk… and tell me what I want to hear.
Digging out my phone, I text Mom to see if she can come and get Rayna. A few minutes later, she’s walking through the door and Rayna’s on her way over to the main house.
Zachery hands me a folder and from the thickness, he’s done his homework. Tossing it on the table, I take a seat and flick through it, taking quick glances at each page till I get to the end. I was right. She plans on opening the salon herself and there are going to be reporters covering it as the proceeds from the place is going to a local charity. She’s a Mother Teresa. If only people knew her business, and the shopfronts are smoke and mirrors.
After a while, the table is surrounded by brothers, and I have a plan. “Sparky, take whoever you need to get enough supplies for a bomb at each salon, excluding the one adjoining the homeless shelter and the new salon. We’ll leave her with nothing. We’ll plant them before sunrise and make sure the workers don’t make it in that morning. As for the one next to the shelter, I’m not sure yet.”
“If Effie’s gonna be at the new salon, what’s the plan for her?” he asks.
“I’ll take Zach, Dex, and Mason, and we’ll take her out sniper style. We’ve got time to scope out locations. So get to it. I want it perfect.”
Zara breezes into the bar, shoving her work shirt into her purse. That’s how little I know or give a shit about her. I don’t even know what she does for work. The brothers watch her ass sway over to the bar and I follow her.
“Come to your senses, have you?” she scolds.
“You could say that,” I grunt. “Stay away from Holly, especially when she has my kid in her arms.”
Narrowing her eyes, she tilts her head as she looks at me.
“I really am just a fuck to you, aren’t I?”
“Youwerea fuck to me and if you thought any different, that shit’s on you.”
“I don’t understand you—”
