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He flinched, and I had never seen so much fucking fear in his eyes.
The door opened and Tiny called out to me, telling me to step back. When I didn’t move, he pulled me back and pushed me aside.
Rodney walked in, taking in the scene. “Did he talk?”
“I’m getting him there,” I muttered, fisting my hand, and feeling the blood run down my fingers.
Rodney looked at Woodrow as silence filled the room.
“Care to tell the truth? We already know enough. Just need you to come forward and things won’t end in a fucking disaster.”
I didn’t fucking care what Rodney said. The second Woodrow told us the truth, I would shoot the fucker.
Tiny sensed my tension, and in a quick move, he pulled out the gun I had tucked under my belt. I wanted to fight him on this, then I remembered that I had two strong hands I could use to kill the man.
“Remedy’s out there,” he told me in a warning voice, and by the mention of her name, my breathing automatically slowed.
I couldn’t shoot Woodrow in front of Remedy. Or Agnes and his baby daughter. Hell, they shouldn’t even fucking be here listening to all this. But it was too late.
“Talk,” I demanded, staring Woodrow down as he stood there with shaky hands.
He looked at me then moved his gaze to the others. Then, he finally spoke. “I didn’t kill him. Hell, he’s my brother! I know what he’s done was wrong but how the fuck did you expect me to kill him? I couldn’t shoot him.”
“Motherfucker,” JT muttered.
Rodney lifted his hand to quiet him down. “Where is he now?”
“I don’t know. I told him to leave and never look back.”
“You keep in touch?”
“No.”
“Don’t fucking lie!” I spat.
He shook his head. Tears rolled down his face. “I swear, I haven’t heard from him since that day. I have no idea where he is.”
“But you sure look glad he’s still alive,” Tiny stated.
I clenched my fists and looked at Rodney, ready to fucking bolt at our president for going behind our backs.
There was silence again, and just as it got unbearable, the tiniest voice appeared, squeezing my chest so damn tightly that it physically hurt.
“Dad’s alive?”
I turned my head to look at Remedy standing in the doorway. Jagger was behind her with the same pained expression on his face. His hands were squeezing her shoulders, and as I saw the unshed tears in her eyes, I wanted to grab her and hold her.
We were so deep into this that we forgot about the one person who was in more pain than Woodrow himself.
I clenched my jaw, feeling the tension rising inside of me.
“Sweetheart…” Woodrow’s voice trailed off as Remedy started sobbing, heartbroken and betrayed just like she had been before.
Seeing her cry changed my perspective on this situation but I couldn’t move. Not before I handled Woodrow’s lying ass.
I looked at Jagger, giving him a firm nod. He knew what to do without me having to tell him.
He whispered in her ear, then made her turn around and walk away with him. He’d keep her safe until I was done here. And once I was with her, I’d hold her for as long as she needed me to.
