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I stayed quiet.
“What did he say to you?”
“Wouldn’t you have heard it over the cameras?” I asked, my voice trembling as I thought of theothers. All I could think about was someone like Victor Sanchez… And was Ghost Eyes like him? My gut said no, but Tyson’s words lingered—even though he had been planning to hand me over for a couple million dollars.
“I shut them off for a while…,” His voice dropped, and his eyes left mine.
“Right.” I didn’t want to know what he was doing during that time.
His attention snapped back to me. “Okay, well, I’ll fucking sort him out my own way then,” he grunted, spinning on his heels and heading toward the stairs.
“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” I blurted out the words before I could stop myself.
“Well, I don’t usually spill blood over someone else’s leftovers,” he began, pulling a gun from his waistband. “But I’ve killed for less.” With that, he left me there, slamming the basement door shut.
Chapter 20
Axle
Something was wrong with her.
And that was all I could think about as the night wore on, even after the deed had been done. I didn’t get my hands dirty, because there was no way that I could kill Tyson and not just let out a murderous rage for all the things he had said about Rachel… Not to mention, he had touched her body in all the ways that I never wanted anyone butmeto.
I sat on the couch in the living room, staring at my phone in my lap, having sent everyone else home. Rachel wasn’t sleeping. She was pacing, but I couldn’t go see her—not right now. I was too tempted to be angry with her for being so fucking scared of me. I had no idea the things that Tyson had told her… But if he knew anything about the actual details of my past…
God knows he had a lot of ammo to scare her with.
Just then, my phone rang in my lap, and I glanced down at the unknown number, my heart jumping at the New York area code. I hit the answer button, and put it up to my ear, bracing for who I might hear on the other end.
“Collin,” Jeremy’s voice came over the line. “I saw the email.”
Relief flooded through my body. “Good.”
“What happened? I can’t bail you out of jail.”
“I’m not in jail…obviously.”
“Yeah, it was meant as a joke,” Jeremy’s tone was devoid of humor though. “But anyway. What’s the situation?”
“I’ve been found out,” I said, knowing that I was taking a huge risk telling Jeremy. After all, who was to say that he wasn’t the one who did the ratting?
“What?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “How the hell is that even possible?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.” I kept my eyes on the outdoor camera monitors, feeling more on edge than ever. If what Tyson had said was true, then there was no doubt that Victor Sanchez could be lurking around… And he was a challenge.
Even for me.
“Trevor, I have no idea who knows who you are,” he said, his tone growing worried. “But that’s a huge red flag. I don’t know what kind of life you’re living out there, but you need to be careful. I haven’t had anything to do with your crime family in some time. I’ve moved departments. I work out of Washington D.C. now.”
“That’s fucking wild,” I commented, trying to imagine my old buddy as an agent working out of Washington D.C.
“Yeah, I don’t know what I can do for you, man. I can maybe get you into a program? WITSEC? Maybe pull some strings?”
It would’ve been the easy way out, and maybe I would’ve taken it if I hadn’t met Rachel… Who needed protection from Victor…
If he got off his leash.
“Trevor?”
