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Lucky frowns. “Why would you think that?”
Diesel gives him a rundown of yesterday’s conversation with Wild Man. “Even if the Bloodthirsty Devils connected me and Cassidy, how did they connect her to her truck?”
“Then the tracker would have to be on her, not her truck.” Lucky says and then asks, “Where’s your purse or go-bag? Have you checked in there?”
“No, but how would anyone get near my bags? That doesn’t make sense.” I take my backpack off my shoulder and start searching.
Lucky stands taller, squaring his shoulders. “I don’t see how anyone could even get in here to add any kind of tracking device. Maybe they just followed the tractor/trailer from here?”
My shoulders sink in defeat. “Well, I haven’t found anything in here. How did they know?”
Lucky steps forward. “Think back to that day. Where you were, where you parked. Did you get out of the cab? Fuel up?”
“Yeah, I did fuel up. But I paid at the pump and never left my truck. I was hauling butt up the five freeway, and those assholes in the fake cop car pulled me over. You know what happened after that. They grabbed me and shoved me in a trunk. Seconds later, the car was moving.” There wasn’t time for anything. “It has to be something else.”
“What else could it be? They could have just tied you to Morgan and not anyone in particular.” Lucky sounds as confused as I feel, which makes me feel a little better, maybe a little less crazy.
“Hiya, boys!” The feminine voice hits me weirdly, and I freeze. It’s kind of familiar, but not quite. “What’s going on out here?”
My eyes slam shut, and instantly, I’m jolted back to the small dark closet. I know that voice. I’m positive, but it’s taking me a moment to place the voice. My instinctive reaction tells me a lot, but I’m frozen in place.
“Brooke, what do you need?” Lucky’s gruff voice poses the question, but that doesn’t help.
“Just walking around and getting some exercise,” she says, giggling.
That fucking giggle. Iknowthat sound. I’ve heard it before, and as I’m jogging my memory to figure it out, it comes to me.
I’m doin’ so good, aren’t I, baby?
That voice posed that question to a man I know is Ghost, leader of the Bloodthirsty Devils. She was there at the house while I was locked in the closet.
“Oh shit,” I whisper to myself, still locked in the closet and unable to open my eyes. I never got a look at the chick. I only heard her voice. A hand grips my forearm, and I gasp, opening my eyes wide to find Lucky looking at me in concern.
“I know that voice,” I say automatically before I can think twice about whether or not it’s a smart move.
His brows dip into a confused frown, and I can’t say that I blame him. “Yeah, it’s Brooke. Aria’s assistant.”
I shake my head because none of this is making sense. Her voice. Does it mean that Diesel and his guys were behind what happened to me all along? Or does it mean something else my traumatized brain can’t quite figure out?
“What’s going on?” Diesel whispers the question, but he asks Lucky.
“Says she’s heard that voice somewhere before,” Lucky answers with a shrug.
“Notsomewhere,” I spit out angrily. “I heard it when I was locked in that damn closet for a week. Or more.”
“Brooke?” Diesel lets out a noise that sounds suspiciously like a scoff. “She’s Aria’s assistant.”
His words, diminishing my statement, piss me off, but I push, feeling like this could be important. “I’m telling you, I heard that exact voice when I was in there.”
Diesel reaches for my hand, but he’s shaking his head. “You’re still in shock, Cass. It’s not Brooke.”
And just like that, my patience flies out the proverbial fucking window. I look to Lucky first. He’s still frowning, trying to process it all before my gaze swings to Diesel. I’m so angry. Why don’t they believe me?
“Fuck you for using this against me. I didn’t ask for this shit to happen,” I growl.
“I know—” Diesel begins, but I don’t let him finish.
“—No, you obviouslydon’tknow because your instinct is to stand up forher. To protecther. I know what I heard. I can’t say she was there because I saw her, because I didn’t see her. But I heard that voice saying,I’m doin’ so good, aren’t I, baby?And she said those words to Ghost, your supposed enemy. Believe me or not, I no longer give a fuck.” I storm off, feeling angry, hurt, and disappointed.
