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“Not really.”
Sonny sighed. “Thinkin’ about another person more than yourself. Thinking about all the what ifs.”
Dante was starting to feel that way himself.
“I got some big news to share.”
“Spill,” Sonny replied and then took another drag.
“We were looking through the call logs on Raven’s phone and Sage recognized a phone number. It belongs to her brother, Blane Benson.”
Sonny coughed. “You’re shitting me?”
“Nope.”
“Motherfucker.” Sonny bit his lower lip. “That is some twisted shit. And she had no idea until now?”
Dante shook his head. “She passed out cold from the shock.”
“Jesus. What does this guy do?”
“He’s a corporate attorney in B.C. With a gambling problem. Not only that, but Sage noticed that there were a lot of calls back and forth between Blane and Raven in April.”
“When Rosemary went missing.”
“Exactly. I don’t know if Blane’s involved in Rosemary’s death, but it makes you wonder,” Dante mused. “Our two guests downstairs, they still breathing?”
“Course. I ain’t done with them yet,” Sonny replied with a lethal smile.
“Good. I want to ask them about Blane, see if we get any reaction.”
“Worth a shot.” Sonny dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his heavy boot. “Let’s go.”
They entered the cabin and headed downstairs.
Dante ignored the musty smell and darkness. It was still suffocating, but not as bad as yesterday.
The truth was, he’d been worried about taking Sage here, about showing her what Sonny was up to. What his crew did. Hellraisers were involved in kidnappings and killings. Plenty in the past, two right now, and no doubt more in the future. Not that it should surprise Sage at this point, since she’d been investigating them for months.
When it came down to it, they weren’t different from Padraig and his crew.
All bikers fought to survive and thrive, and they fought dirty.
But for some reason, he didn’t want Sage to think less of him. Or of his brothers (and sister) in arms.
Come on, D, she’s high class and you’re a fucking criminal. Get real.
He didn’t realize he’d paused on the steps until Sonny turned and yelled up at him. “You comin’ or what?”
Dante shook himself out of his weird headspace and sauntered down the last steps.
Sonny opened the door, and the smell of blood and sweat was strong. Ammonia too. Likely their guests pissed themselves from fear. And being held captive for hours.
Both Naria and Cameron were sitting on the floor, their arms tied behind them, their bodies covered in cuts, burns, and bruises. Both were silent, their eyes closed. If it weren’t for the movement of their chests, in and out, Dante would have sworn they were dead.
A flashback fluttered in his mind, but he shook it off.
“It’s rank down here, let’s get this fucking over with,” Dante hissed and grabbed a metal chair from the corner of the room.
