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“Do you believe what he’s saying?”
“Um…,” my voice trailed off as I tried to come to some sort of decision. “I… I guess I don’t know why he would lie.”
Viper nodded. “That’s what I’m thinking. Would you have gone with him had he asked you to?”
The question was startling, and I felt even more trapped in a corner than before. Ghost Eyes was standing toward the back of the group, and my gaze hung on his for a second, pleading to give me some sort of help—what the fuckwouldI have done? Would I have gone with Tyson?
I don’t know.
That was my answer. I didn’t know what I’d do.
“Rachel,” Viper growled. “Answer the question.”
“It’s not a fair question,” Ghost Eyes cut in, surprising me that he was speaking up for me. “And you know it.”
“I wanna know the fucking answer.”
“… I don’t know.”
“He was bad to you, wasn’t he?” Viper asked, his voice softening. “He ever hurt you?”
Ghost Eyes’ entire demeanor darkened, like he was waiting for my reply—and then he might pounce and cut Tyson’s throat.
“He never physically hurt me,” I admitted, choosing my words carefully.
“Bitch,” Tyson groaned, his voice gurgled from all the beating.
“Get him the fuck out of here,” Ghost Eyes barked. “Now.”
The other two men, who had been silent the entire time, unbound him and dragged his mostly limp body toward the stairs. Together, the strong men began to carry him up the stairs.
“Let me talk with her,” he said to Viper, his voice steady and ice cold. “Then I will sort him.”
Viper merely nodded, which was a move I hadn’t seen from him before. He then joined the other two men at the stairs, and together, they removed Tyson from the room, leaving me alone with Ghost Eyes…Trevor… Collin.
Whoever.
“What do you want me to do with him?”
I blinked a couple of times. “What?”
“Isaid, what do you want me to do with him, Rachel?” He rolled his shoulders as we stood there, six feet apart or so. The tension in the room could nearly convince me that he hadn’t ever been inside of me…
Because I wasscared.
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
“Did you know any of that shit he spilled?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Why are you shutting down like this with me?” he demanded, taking a step toward me.
I took a step back from him, bumping into the door of the bathroom. “I-I-I… I don’t know.” My hands began to shake, and I didn’t know why. Was it the fact that IknewI was looking into the face of a man who had killed so many? I couldn’t be sure… Even before, I knew he had taken lives… But something about the mafia ties—and the shit that happened with Tyson—made me struggle to push the fear away in the moment.
I’m just overwhelmed right now.
He studied my face for a few long moments. “What did he tell you before we came down here, Rachel?” The use of my actual name versus my nickname he had given me emphasized the seriousness in his tone.
