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I hang back after church, waiting for Gunner, who is always the third last to walk out, to close the door and give me and Rocco some privacy.
“What’s on your mind?” Rocco asks, and I take one of the smokes he offers, and light it up.
My shoulder feels stiff as fuck, and I’ve been trying my best to hide every single fucking time I move the wrong way and hurt it. I don’t need people finding out Zoe shot me, and I also don’t want her knowing how much fucking pain I’m in. Partly it’s because I’m a stubborn prick that wants to appear tough all the time, but also, I don’t want to make her feel bad.
“I took Zoe back to her house yesterday to grab a few things, and I found a message from the Reapers.” I answer Rocco and he frowns.
“What sort of message?”
“It was of the spray-painted variety on the wall of her parents’ bedroom. It said,we know you’re protecting her.”
“How would they know that? You think they have Brian?” Rocco asks, and it’s a likely scenario. Brian’s not strong enough tonotcave under torture, so if they have him, he could have told them about the deal we made.
Brian gave Zoe to us to protect and keep alive until her twenty-first birthday when she gets access to a hefty trust fund, at which time, we can access her inheritance and let her go.
Rocco is still happy with that deal, but I’m not. I don’t want Zoe’s money, and I don’t want my club to take it, but I have a couple of years to try to figure out how to stop that from happening.
Shrugging in response to his question about Brian, I bring up my other issue. “I’ve also received another video after the Fourth of July celebrations,” I mutter, and Rocco sighs.
“You and Zoe again?”
“Yep.”
“Fucking?”
“Yep.”
“Any idea who’s sending them?”
My lip curls as the frustration of this whole fucking situation sits heavily in my gut. “It has to be someone inside the club. No one else could have gotten that angle where I fucked Zoe in the shadows unless they were inside our perimeter.”
Rocco takes a deep drag of his smoke before releasing it into the room. “I’ll ask you again. Any idea who it is?”
I shake my head. “Maybe a Cruz Cunt. Although I don’t know how they’d be smart enough to know how to hack into the Millers’ surveillance to get the first video.”
“Have you considered that perhaps it’s Zoe?”
My eyes widen before I frown. “It’s not her. She was mortified when the first one was sent to her.”
“Maybe she’s a good actress. You don’t really know her.”
I growl. “I fucking know her.”
“Really?”
My top lip starts to twitch and I shake my head standing from my seat.
“It wasn’t her.”
“Look,” Rocco stands too, facing me and holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m not trying to be a prick, but you gotta think with your head and not your dick, or that thing inside your chest she got beating again. She ran from you. She’s pushed you away at every turn. There’s nothing to say she’s not trying to fuck with your head with the videos.” He claps me on the shoulder and shrugs. “She did disappear for a while before the orgy started up yesterday. Maybe she was setting up her surveillance of the yard.”
Shit.
Rocco must see my defeated expression as his morphs into sympathy.
“All you can do is keep her close. If it’s her, she’ll slip up, eventually.”
Fuck.
