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“Maybe they need to check again,” I snap, my worry and frustration spilling over.
“And maybe you won’t be as much help as we thought,” he cracks back, his eyes boring into me.
I bristle, about to bite his head off, when Dante shifts closer to me. He rests his hand on my thigh below the counter in a silent show of support, and I…
Fuck. I hate him for it. It soothes something in me, helps settle my frayed emotions, and that’s obviously what he wants. We’ve already established that neither of us can trust each other, so all he’s trying to do is manipulate me into giving them what they want.
I shift away and Dante lets his hand drop, and I finally give in and voice the thought that I’ve been avoiding. “Maybe we should check in with Frank. He’s a piece of shit, but Chloe’s always been quicker to forgive than she should be.”
“She shouldn’t forgive him for selling her to McKenna,” Logan states in that flat, emotionless way he has. “Not ever.”
“You really think Chloe would reach out to your father?” Maddoc asks, frowning thoughtfully.
I grimace, but I can’t deny that it’s possible. “He’s the only family we have, and he may not be worthy of the title, but Chloe never stopped hoping it meant something. She won’t be stupid enough to actually trust him again—”
“Good,” Dante says sharply.
I glare at him. I agree, but I don’t need his show of support. “—butifshe’s desperate, she might,” I finish.
“That really would be fucking stupid,” Maddoc says dryly. “Especially with Sutton’s ties to McKenna.”
I turn my glare on him. “Fuck off. It’s not like Chloe has a lot of options. Besides, don’t we all do stupid shit when we’re desperate?”
Case in point, the last time I got truly desperate, I turned to the motherfuckingReapersfor help.
Maddoc smirks. Oh, he understands my glare perfectly. Message sent and received.
“Let’s pay a visit to Frank Sutton,” he says, getting to his feet.
It’s the last thing I want to do, but on the bright side, at least it kills off the last, lingering trace of that dream.
And on the brighter side, maybe—just maybe—it will get us one step closer to finding Chloe.
11
RILEY
“Okay,so do I borrow one of your cars, or what?” I ask, belatedly noting that I’ve given exactly zero thought to what happened to my own car after these guys forced me to come live with them. Is it still parked in the back lot of Clancy’s?
It’s a piece of shit, so it’s not like I care that much, except that when we do finally find Chloe, it might be nice to have it on hand so I can get the two of us out of Halston.
I put a pin in that to figure out later, already suspecting I’m not going to like Maddoc’s answer about how I’m supposed to get over to Frank’s place, based on his smirk.
“Logan will drive you,” he says, wrapping a hand around my arm and hauling me to my feet.
“Fine,” I say, shaking his hold off and stalking toward the garage.
It’s not just Logan who follows me, though. Dante and Maddoc are right behind him.
I’m not sure why they all plan on coming along. Frank’s a piece of shit, but he’s a weak one, so it can’t be for muscle. I can only assume it’s a sign of how little they trust me.
Which is fine, because I trust them even less.
I head toward the big, black Escalade we used when we went to rescue Chloe from the Capside deal, but Logan shakes his head. “I’m driving,” he says, nodding toward another car. One that sits low to the ground and looks like sex on wheels.
“In that?”
I definitely don’t mind.
