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“I know it was you,” I hiss. “I knowwhat you did.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit.You know.”
“What is going on here?”
At the sound of my brother’s voice, Randall grimaces. I, on the other hand, gloat because we both know he’s about to let goof my arm so I can slap him again. As if proving my point, yet again, Chance steps to our sides. “Why the fuck are you touching my sister, Randall?” he demands.
“She slapped the shit out of me,” he snaps. “I’m protecting myself.”
“You will not be here when I’m done with you, Randall,” I promise. “You are done. You are gone.”
“Emma,” Chance warns. “You want to come and talk to me?”
His tone is non-confrontational, the snake charmer I used to call my “brother” trying to lure me in for the bite. I cut him a glare. “More like I want to hit you, too,brother.”
“Okay,” he says. “Hit me then. Just don’t hit Randall.”
I shift my glare back to Randall, fighting the absolute need to do just that and hit him again. “Let me go, Randall,” I order tightly, my words so brittle they almost crack falling from my lips.
“If you hit me again, Emma,” he warns. “I will not be responsible for what I do.” He lets go of me.
Chance catches my arm and tugs me away from Randall. “Thank God, you’re okay,” he murmurs, shocking me as he embraces me in a bear hug, despite the very public hallway, and whispers in my ear, “Jax called. I’ve been worried sick. You scared the hell out of me.”
“I don’t believe you,” I hiss, bitterness in my words and hurt in my belly.
He inches back to look at me, something that resembles pain in his blue eyes, his voice low, for my ears only. “That’s how it is now? He’s turned you against me?”
“He didn’t. You did.”
His lips press together, anger, a sharp whip in his stare, replacing the pain. I know his anger when I see it. I know his moods. Just like I know he too wears an expensive suit, his choice, a gray pinstripe Armani, which I know because he lovesArmani. I thought I knew everything about him. But now, I’m not sure I know anything about him at all. “My office,” he orders softly.
There’s something else I know about Chance, that I can now confirm as accurate. How good he is at giving orders. “Yes,” I agree. “Let’s go to your office.” I push out of his hold and walk around him, not stopping until I enter his office. Once there, in the center of the room, I whirl around to watch him join me and shut the door.
“What the hell was that Emma?” he demands, walking around his desk to lean on it and judge me. “You do know that he can sue us.”
“Out there, it was: I was worried about you, Emma. Now, it’s: he can sue us? I waskidnappedby a man in a mask and woke up in my own bednaked. This, after Randall threatened me, which we both know was at your direction.”
He blanches. “What? You werenaked?”
“Yes, Chance. I wasnaked.Did your hired-hand take more than you offered? I know you did this. You’re afraid of Jax. You tried to make me afraid of Jax, and when that didn’t work, you just paid off someone at the castle to get me to you and here I am.” I press my hand to my forehead. “I woke up naked, Chance,” I whisper it this time, far more shaken by that fact than I’ve allowed myself to admit up until now. “Naked and drugged.” My voice lifts again, vibrating with my anger. “What do youthinkhappened while I was drugged?”
He scrubs his jaw and presses his hands to the desk. “I didn’t do this, Emma. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”
“And yet, you threatened me.” I don’t give him time to lie and deny again. “I know you know about Hunter.”
“What about Hunter, Emma?”
“I know you know that he was our half-brother. I know you know, Chance.”
The phone on his desk starts ringing. I ignore it and keep talking. “Someone left me a note with a DNA test. The test said he was dad’s son. The note pointed out that you and Jax had the most motivation to kill Hunter. Randall was there when I got the note.” I think of Savage’s theory and add, “There’s a valid reason to think that he left that note and test.”
“Randall wouldn’t accuse me of killing Hunter.”
“Did you kill Hunter?”
“Did you really just ask me that, Emma?”
