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"If I knew anything, I'd tell you," he repeats, but his words still hold no weight to me.
"You're not staying here. You're not Electi. You're nothing but a fucking psychopath."
"This is my home too," he argues.
"No, your home is with your whore of a mother and sister."
He pales at my words, but he doesn't argue. I've never met his mother, but I sure know Brook and Ashton, and there's no way they came from a sweet and innocent woman. Plus, she married Phillip. Anyone who willingly marries into Quinctus needs their fucking head checked.
"I'm on your side, I swear.” His expression is pleading. “I never wanted Mia hurt, not like that…"
"I don't believe a fucking word that comes out of your mouth," I say, slamming him against the wall once more and turning my back on him.
"Get out of here, Moore," Tim growls, his voice holding the viciousness I've been told he's capable of but have yet to witness.
"But—"
"Get the fuck out," he bellows. "And don't come back until you've proved that we can trust you.”
"Youcanfucking trust me." He throws his hands up in frustration.
"Then prove it."
The tension is heavy as Ashton lets out a string of expletives before finally marching from the house, leaving only the echo of the slamming front door in his wake.
I stare at Tim as the others stare at me. I understand why. Right now, I'm like a pot that's about to boil over. I get it—I'd be hesitant around me too. The only time I'm calm is when I'm with Mia, and she seems to be doing anything she can to keep that time as limited as possible.
"Fuck. FUCK!" I roar, my hands lifting to my head, my fingers pulling at my hair until I think I might be about to pull it clean out.
"We'll get to the bottom of it, Easton. No one hurts one of our own and gets away with it. Even if it's Kingsley."
As much as I love that they see Mia as one of their own, as someone under their protection, I can't help feeling that it's all a bit too little, too late. They didn't seem to care when he was violating her in front of them and parading her around like he owned her.
"We never thought it would come to this," he says quieter, as if he can read my thoughts. "We thought he'd have his fun and move on."
"Well, he didn’t, and now look at the fucking mess he's left behind. I want him found before Q. I want to be the one to fucking end him."
With that said, I storm from the kitchen and then soon after the house.
I take off running through the woods behind the house, looking around for any evidence of where Cade might have brought Mia, but like all the previous times I've been out here since that night, I don't find anything.
I'm aware of footsteps behind me, but I don't turn around or acknowledge them. I already know who it is, and it seems he knows I'm in no mood to talk because he stays well back.
It's not until I approach the lake that I slow, allowing my muscles the relief and my burning lungs a few deep breaths.
"What if he's telling the truth?" Channing asks. "What if he really doesn't know?"
"Then we use him to lure Cade out. Although I don't believe a word that comes out of Ashton's mouth."
I blow out a frustrated breath.
"We've got his cell monitored, his bedroom at Cargill's under surveillance." A shudder rips through me at the thought. "Don't worry, we don't have to watch the footage," Channing says, clearly understanding my reaction.
"What the fuck do you think he does in there?"
"Aside from fantasizing about fucking his sister?" Channing deadpans, and I can't help but laugh. Fuck does it feel good.
"Man, I really needed that."
