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I breathed in a deep breath and continued with my story. “One day, my friends and I were hanging out on the street, and that house was quiet, suspiciously quiet, given everything. My buddy Ernesto dared me.
“I’ll give you ten bucks if you go into the house,” he said, thinking I was too chickenshit.
I made him give me five up front, and I opened the front door. It wasn’t locked. Inside, I found all seven of the guys dead with a happy face slit from ear to ear. And their bellies exposed with the numbers one through seven carved into them.”
“What the fuck?” Dix says, his tone full of shock and horror.
“Yeah,” I laugh. “I didn’t even scream for a long time. Hell, I didn’t realize they were humans at first. Never seen a body carved up like that, parts of it without any flesh on it. On the wall were three words,Los Tres Colombianos.”
“That’s it?” Stiles asks, her voice practically screeching. “You remember this from childhood?”
I let out a bitter laugh. “It’s not something a kid is likely to forget, lady. Sorry, my childhood trauma ain’t exciting enough for you.”
At least, she has the good sense to look apologetic. “You or anyone in your MC has never dealt with LTC before?”
Ace folds his hands and stands in front of me protectively. “Never heard of ’em until just now, but we’ll be looking into it,” he tells her.
“Don’t do that,” she instructs. “That’s my job, and I am far better equipped and armed to deal with LTC than your club.”
Ace laughs. “You do your job, lady, and I’ll do mine.” The threat in his tone tells me that our lives have just gotten even more complicated. Ace plans to find LTC and figure out why the fuck they murdered Devon and Jordi.
And the woman.
“Any idea who the woman is?” Ace asks.
Stiles nods. “Havana Secada, Jordi’s sister.”
“Shit.” I smack the top photo angrily and storm out of the shop, angry at the world, at the LTC, and still angry as fuck with the Iron Kings, who I’m sure have something to do with those three murders.
Chapter Fifteen
Willow
The day at the bakery passes at a glacial pace, or maybe I’m just dragging my ass from a night full of orgasms. I don’t know for sure, but what I do know is that if I don’t do something normal, I’m going to keel over right into the bread dough.
“Hey, Kenna,” I say as if my next question is totally out of the blue.
She looks up from the specials board she’s writing and takes a step back to stare at her work before turning to me.
“What’s up, Willow?”
“I have a personal question, and it’s super personal. I’m not prying, but if it feels like I am, then just say the word, and I’ll shut the hell up.”
“Enough preamble,” she laughs and motions to me. “Ask your damn question.”
“How did you deal with the aftermath of Grace’s murder?”
It’s a tough question to ask, but one that’s been plaguing my mind since my early morning shower. I’m worried about Sandee, and I hope she isn’t found floating in the harbor murdered by those assholes.
Kenna sighs and closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as if my question makes her relive memories she doesn’t want to.
“At first, it was hard. I mean, even now, some days it’s difficult to believe that she’s gone. It’s a nonsensical tragedy, and honestly, the only thing good that’s come from it is my relationship with Ace.”
“Well, that is a good thing,” I assure her because she seems a little agitated.
“It is, but I almost got myself killed trying to find out who killed Grace. I didn’t give a shit about anything but finding the truth, and Ace was the only one determined to help me, or I’d gone off and gotten myself hurt. His protective streak is actually what made me fall in love with him.”
“That’s sweet,” I tell her, jealous and wishing I had what she has with Ace.In time,I tell myself, but the truth is, I’m not sure I’ll ever get that, never mind with a guy like Joaquin.
