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My bare feet are cold on the floor, but as I walk into the bathroom, it is empty. Furrowing my brows, I leave his room and quietly pad down the hall toward the living room. I’m tiptoeing, knowing that Joey is asleep on the sofa, and I don’t want to wake her as I walk out. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I make it to the living room to see Joey’s bed made up on the sofa. It looks like it was slept in, but she’s not there. Falling flat on my feet, I stop, huffing, and look around the room, trying to figure out where the hell everyone is. A slight giggle is heard down the hall, followed by a deep throaty groan.
I look back to Rodberg’s room and raise my brow.
Okay, so I know where Joey is, but where the fuck is Cain?
A lowered voice gains my attention, and I approach the balcony. Cain’s just outside the door, talking on his cell. I turn to go back to bed, but I hear Cain mention the name of the club we were at last night. I turn back around and get closer to eavesdrop on the conversation. I walk up to the sofa and sit so I’m not obvious but close enough to hear from behind the door.
“The guy was there to make a deal, and you’re telling me it’s acoincidencehe goes afterher?”
Sitting a little taller, I furrow my brows.
“No, I told you she means nothing to me, Trap. She was just a woman I saw there last night. She took my attention. That’s all. What Iamsaying is… if a guy like Zorko can spot that I was eyeing that chick from across the room, then went after her to get to me… who else is watching my moves?”
My body tenses as my brows pull together, praising whoever will listen that I’m currently sitting down. Is Cain saying he knew that guy from last night? The guy who tried to…
“I don’t know. I’m rattled. I don’t know who to trust. Even you’re throwing accusations at me.”
I feel guilty like I really shouldn’t be listening to this, but I can’t help but stay glued to the spot.
“Fuck! I told you, she was just a woman who caught my eye. When I saw what Zorko was doing to her, I wanted to help her. I know what that sick fuck is capable of, and even though I had no connection to her at all, I didn’t want her to be another one of his victims. We shouldn’t have been doing business with the asshole anyway. He was a fucking serial asshole whocouldn’tbe trusted. There’s no way we could trust our assets with him.”
The man who tried to rape me has a name—it’s Zorko, and he worked with Cain.
Holy fuck!
“Yeah, true. I know Boss won’t be happy. But at least it solves that little issue we had of Zorko trying to screw us over.
“Yeah, exactly, look… you got shit handled, right?
“Why does it matter? My reasons are my own. Have. You. Got. Shit. Handled. Or. Not?”
“Okay, good. I have to go. It’s late—
“Yeah, yeah… I know it’s only one-thirty, motherfucker. Don’t give me lip. Know your damn place—
“I’m not going soft. What did you just say?
“Shut the fuck up, or I’ll break your damn leg.”
Holy fuck!
“Yeah, let me know how it goes. I have my cell on me…
“Talk later,” Cain says, and I panic, jumping up from the sofa and darting off toward the hall quickly.
“Makaylie?” Cain calls out as I reach the archway.
Shit!
I turn, plaster on a fake-ass smile, even though my insides are violently shaking, and I feel a little queasy. Cain walks in, closes the balcony door, and smiles as he steps up, looking me over. He reaches out, running his hands up and down my arms with a frown. “You’re shivering. C’mon, let’s go back to bed. Get you warm,” he offers, looking at me as if he’s waiting for me to say something.
I turn and walk with him toward his room in an awkward silence. The knot in my stomach twists and turns like a burning hot knife stabbing into my side. The tension is growing inside me until I can’t take it anymore. I turn in his grasp, pushing him in the side, shaking my head in anger. “You know what, no. Just no! You knew who that man was, Zorko? And you didn’t tell me?”
He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes like he’s trying to come up with something to say. It only makes me madder. So I rush forward and push into his chest as he backs into the wall. The thump from the force sends a crack through the hall as he does nothing to fight back.
“Ahhh,” I scream as my fists bash and hammer on his chest with the fury of a rolling hurricane, hard, fast, and unrelenting. My throat hurts, my chest aches from my heart pounding furiously, and my stomach is unsettled as Cain stands here motionlessly, letting me take out my frustrations on him. It’s like hitting brick. My eyes fill to the brim with hot, salty water, my emotions flooding out of me and down my flushed cheeks.
Rodberg’s door swings open, and he and Joey stand there gawking at me abusing Cain. Joey goes to rush forward as my adrenaline peaks while I keep hitting Cain, but Rodberg grabs Joey drawing her back.
