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“No, not that. What happened fifteen years ago?”
She bit her bottom lip and stared at the tabletop, knowing the subject eventually would come up. The hope that he’d forget was overshadowed by reality. It was time to face the ugly truth. “How much do you know?”
“I know who your father is.”
Her pulse jumped. “How long have you known?”
“Since yesterday.”
“All right, then you can guess why my mother and I had to leave. It was for our protection.” She finally met his eyes full of righteous anger. “My father will take revenge on both of us given the chance.”
“How do you know he didn’t just try to?”
“Not possible.” She shook her head. “What happened with the Cutthroat was a coincidence. Like Rubble said, Juliet must’ve tipped the scurveball off, and he targeted me.”
Kevlar slowly walked around the table, his tattooed hand grazing every chair. Nikita watched him prowl closer. It shouldn’t have excited her, but she couldn’t help how her body reacted to him. How it always reacted to this man.
“You sure? Because now that I have all the information, I think your father sanctioned all this.”
“You’re crazy,” she scoffed. “He doesn’t even know where I am.”
He paused at the chair next to hers. “Does he know who you are? Your new last name?”
“Well, y-yes.” She faltered on the last word, the piecing creating an ominous picture. “Diablos has many connections. I’d be a fool to think he didn’t know.”
“And he’s aware of your occupation, right? How you track down the worst MCs and put them out of business.”
“Yes, but—”
He took another step closer. “And I’ll bet he’s proud of his little girl. Follows MC club busts in the local and national newspapers. I’ll bet he has an inside man too telling him you’re the one taking them down.”
“He wouldn’t….” Her refute trailed off, stomach churning at how much his insight made sense. “Actually, it sounds like him.”
“He’s using you to take out the competition, Kita.” Kevlar’s fingers brushed her arm, eyes no longer full of malice but concern instead. “He’s trying to take over the weak or nonexistent clubs.”
The weight of her father’s connections hit her hard. She stumbled backward, shaking her head. “It can’t be. Surely, he wouldn’t do that.”
“From what I’ve heard about Muerte, he would.”
“Shit, yeah, he would.” She blew a raspberry. “And he’d enjoy every second of it.” She shook her head and closed her eyes tight. Her fingers curled automatically. The sudden urge to pommel a punching bag overwhelmed her.
Kevlar leaned against the table, giving her time to filter through everything. She appreciated his lack of smugness. She didn’t deserve it after what she’d done fifteen years ago. She deserved the opposite in fact. Wracking her mind, she went over every detail from the time the Greenback Cutthroats popped up on her radar to the recent events. It all fell in place.
Sinking into a nearby chair, she laid her forehead on the table and groaned. “I played right into his game.”
A gentle hand up and down her back gave her momentarily relief. “Is he that good, Kita?”
She moved her head up and down against the wood, making a screeching sound from her forehead. “He’s a fucking evil mastermind, even from prison.”
“Where’s your mom by the way?”
She offered him a weak smile. “Europe last I heard. She moves around a lot and doesn’t always tell me. It’s probably better that way. She’s still paranoid he’ll find her.”
“Ah, it’s good she’s safe.”
She propped up her head on her fist. “Yeah, unlike her dumbass daughter who practically taunted daddy dearest to come after her.”
Kevlar smirked. “Hey, he doesn’t have you yet.”
