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They killed Tyson.
I sat there on the edge of the bed, blinking my eyes as I zoned out on a small indentation in the concrete wall. It wasn’t a surprise, and even though no one had come right out and said it, I knew that was the fate he was given… But while that wasn’t shocking, everything Tyson had been doing behind my back was. Once I got out of here, I hadsomany questions for Lucas…
Did he know Tyson was going to pass me on to Victor?
I shuddered, wrapping my arms around myself. Chaz had always,alwayskept the guy at bay. Why was Victor making a pass now? And was it even behind my brother’s back? Did Chaz know?
“Ugh,” I muttered under my breath as I laid back on the bed sideways. I ran my hands over my face, letting out a groan. And as I did, the basement door creaked open, and silent footsteps came down the stairs. My heart jumped at the lack of sound, already knowing who it was. I sat up, meeting those ghostly eyes—the ones that I knew now were those of a mafia hitman.
“You hungry?” he asked, his arms folded across his chest.
I shook my head, looking away from him. “No.”
“Worried about your ex-boyfriend?” His tone was sharp, and I couldn’t tell if he was angry abouthimor angry atme.
“Not really, I think I can put two and two together,” I said to him, forcing myself to meet his gaze with confidence. The fear of who Ghost Eyes really was, was still there, but I had to admit it had lessened a little…just a little.
“I didn’t kill him myself.” He shrugged, taking a deep breath and letting out a sharp exhale. “It would’ve been too messy.”
I cringed. “Thanks for letting me know.”
“I don’t like what he said about taking you to Victor—I don’t know if I actually believe him, either. I think the guy might be full of shit.”
“I know he’s full of shit ninety-nine percent of the time,” I admitted, leaning my elbows against my knees. “But I don’t know why he would lie about something like that. He knew it would get him killed.”
Ghost Eyes’ jaw tensed. “I think he knew the moment we caught him in those woods that would be it for him. He could’ve said whatever he wanted…”
I hesitated, trying to read his blank expression. “So, you think he was lying?”
“I don’t know, but you don’t have to worry about it while you’re here. We’ll keep you safe.” Something in his tone told me hedidknow, but I didn’t push.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah…,” his voice trailed off as he shifted his weight back to his heels. “So, you wanna tell me why you look at me now like I’m the boogeyman?”
I swallowed hard, surprised by the direct question. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He grabbed the chair that Tyson had sat in and scooted it across from me, swinging his legs over it and taking a seat. Thankfully, one of the bikers had come in and cleaned up the spot of blood on the floor that Tyson had left, but I hadn’t talked to them while they worked.
“You do know, because I watched you back up so fast from me, you ran into the wall, princess. You didn’t seem to have that kind of reaction when I had a razor blade to your skin—or when my cock was buried inside of you.”
Instinctively, my thighs clenched, my body reacting to his words.
He leaned toward me, just enough for me to catch a whiff of his heady cologne. “Why are you scared of me, princess?”
My heart jumped in my chest as I held his gaze. “Because I know who you are now.”
His lips pressed together, and he studied my face for a few beats. “And who you thought I was before wasn’t just as terrifying? I would thinknotknowing would be more frightening… But then again, I don’t know what your old flame told you about me.” There was something close to amusement in his voice and it left me feeling cornered.
But I had to be confident.
“He told me who you are,Trevor, the mafia hitman.”
His reaction wasn’t what I expected, seeing a flash of concern in his gray eyes. It was fleeting, but it was definitely there. “And you had no idea of that namebeforeyou came here?”
I furrowed my brow in confusion. “How would I know that name before I came here?”
“No one should know that fucking name, Rachel,” he growled, his entire body tensing. “Trevor Webb isn’t supposed to exist anymore. He died almost a decade ago.”
