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“Does he even have agoodside?”
Dom shakes his head. “No, not really. Although, he’s got this thing against women and children.”
“He’s like a sexist pig or something?”
“No, I misspoke. He doesn’t kill women or kids, not unless it’s absolutely necessary. And he doesn’t take kindly to men abusing their power against a woman.”
“Interesting that a serial killer has morals, but go on.”
“He’s looking into the hit ordered against you. It’s been difficult to locate, which only confirms our suspicions that it was someone deep in the organization.”
Simon chimes in. “But you said the same attacks are happening on the east coast, aside from their obsession with June?”
Dominic nods. “Cryptic notes about taking what was theirs. Which is the opposite of what ours have said.”
“Well, what was it?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.
“That they will take what isours.” Dom sighs. “At first, I didn’t place the attacks with what had happened to you. I was convinced we eliminated that threat. But the notes got more specific. There were several detailing the things Vincent had done to you. Others about certain clothes you had worn or the way you’d wear your hair. I kept the information concealed because I didn’t know who I could trust. I wasn’t sure who the mole was, but it had to be someone close to us. I was confident it wasn’t Hayes or Bryant, and…” Dom looks at Simon. “Well, after Beckett gave up everything for you, I never questioned whether it was him.”
“At least you were right about one thing,” I tell Dominic. “But you were wrong in not telling me. Of all the people that should have known. Do you not realize how many times I potentially put myself in danger because you chose not to tell me someone wanted me dead? I assumed it came with the territory of being with you three, but this is something else entirely. This is personal.”
“I see the error now,” Dominic admits.
“But that isn’t all of it, is it?”
Dominic’s jaw tightens like he’s holding something back.
“That’s not how the truth works,” I tell him. “You don’t get to pick and choose.”
Dom avoids my stare. “It’s more complicated than that, June.”
“Don’t patronize me with that tone.” I point to Coen and Magnus. “You might have these two scared into obeying you but the difference between them and me is that I’m not afraid of you.”
Magnus places his hand on my thigh. “Princess, cut him some slack, please.”
I peel him off of me. “No, I’ve cut you all more slack than you deserve. Six months you kept this from me. What else are you hiding?” I focus on Coen. “You keep accusing me of fucking Simon. Maybe you’re projecting that you have something going on I don’t know about? You can’t honestly tell me all the late nights and early mornings were just because of this.”
Coen’s blue gaze trails up to meet mine. “I would never.”
“And guess what, I fucking believe you. But how does it feel to be accused of something you didn’t do?”
“J…”
I hold out my hand. "I'm not interested in anything you have to say, Coen."
Simon remains still and quiet beside me like a kid who’s stuck in the room while his parents are fighting. Just trying to blend in until it’s time for him to make his escape.
“I think I need some time to process this. For me to figure out what I’m going to do with this information, this situation.” My head swims with questions, and if I don’t take a break soon, I’m going to pass out from the exhaustion of the day slamming into me.
Finally, Simon speaks up. “You’re not leaving, are you?”
“No, not the house. I’m going to bed. I need to be alone for a while.”
“Okay,” he breathes.
I stand from the couch and glance at each of the men that hold a piece of my heart. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.” I settle on Simon. “Walk me to my room?”
His eyes widen before he rises to his feet. “Uh, yeah, of course, love.”
