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“What the hell was that?” Keira asked. “I’ve never heard him riled up like that!”
I shook my head. “Some bullshit is what it was. Come on, let me throw some shit in a bag so we can get over there before he has a damn heart attack.”
“Okay,” she agreed as we climbed out of the car. “I’m going to return some calls though, and make some too. I need to see if anybody else knows what in the world is going on.”
“Please do,” I concurred, dreading the walk into my house alone.
Shit.
At this point I was zero for two on really feeling safe at home. No matter how this all shook out, this was yet another house associated with some trauma.
Maybe I just needed to stay at the clubhouse.
Or hell, move back home with my mama.
Or a condo or something.
I let my mind run with it as I headed back to my bedroom, bringing in a new mental thread of what I was going to put in my bag.
I was halfway down the hall when I knew I wasn’t in the house alone.
My bedroom door was cracked, when I knew for afactI’d left it closed.
Immediately, I pulled the gun from my waist, hoping I wouldn’t have to use it. So many people had been in and out, that someone could’ve easily left it open, but with everything going on, I couldn’t take any chances.
My wrist was still aching from where Kev had grabbed me, but I ignored the pain in favor of good form. I approached as quietly as I could, cursing my heavy boots as they made a thump on contact when I used a foot to push the door open a bit more.
“Onyx!” I gushed, dropping my aim when I realized it was him.
His back was to me, but his large frame was unmistakable, especially considering he was in the middle of reclaiming the clothes he’d left behind when he disappeared.
“Stay back,” was the only response I got. He didn’t even turn around.
“You’re inmyhouse,” I told him, stepping into the room as I tucked the gun away. “Tell me what’s going on.”
When he turned to me, my stomach dropped somewhere near my feet at the sight of his bruised face. I watched him pull his shirt on, but I saw the contusions there too, riddling his torso and back.
“I’m pretty sure you already know.”
I scoffed. “Willoneperson just tell me what I need to know instead of doing the cryptic bullshit?” I asked. “Why did you come to Vegas? Why did you stay? And where the hell did you go last night?”
He stared at me for a long moment before he answered. “To kill Jesse Garrett. To kill the person who killed him before I could. Ask your mother.”
My eyebrows shot up. “What the helldoes she have to do with anything?!”
“That’s not my story to tell.”
I tossed my hands up. “Fine. What is your beef with Blue’s father?”
“He violated my mother. Before he was the family man y’all knew and loved, he—”
“Was aThorn.” I nodded. “We’d figured out that much. But… I thought you were a kid when your mother was assaulted? We’re not far enough apart in age for—”
“You only know about the time I remember helping her after it. I’m talking about something that happened before I was born.”
After he said that, he just… looked at me.
The intensity of his eyes had always been striking, but in this moment, the melancholy there as he silently pleaded with me to understand what he was saying…
