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“If we help you take down Brad, you’re going to have to play your part,” Soul tells them. “Can you do that? Can you lie to him and make him believe that you’re still on his side?”
“We’ve been lying to our followers for years,” Mr. Simpson says. “I think we can handle it.”
Over the next hour, we come up with a plan. I don’t know if we can trust my wife’s parents, but at the moment, we don’t have a choice. Jez and Fort haven’t been able to come up with shit on Brad, which tells me he’s smarter than we realize.
Or he’s got his own dark web crew helping him out.
Once the details are worked out, we all stand.
“Would we be able to see Violet?” Mrs. Simpson asks as she threads her arm through her husband’s. “We miss her terribly and would love to speak to her.”
A growl barrels up the back of my throat. “Absolutely fucking not.”
Soul presses his arm to my chest as if to say, ‘back off’. “Seeing Violet right now isn’t wise,” he says to them. “Brad will clearly go to any lengths to get his hands on her, and if he finds out you’ve been in contact with her, that puts you and her in danger. He needs to believe you’re still cooperating with him. Besides, the less Violet knows the better. She’s been through enough shit already, don’t ya think?”
Mr. Simpson nods curtly, but frowns. “I don’t like it, but I do understand.”
Too bad if they didn’t because they’d get within a thousand feet of their daughter over my goddamn dead body.
CHAPTER26
VIOLET
“What doeseveryone want to do tonight?” Cece asks all of us.
Grim deposited me at the clubhouse bar with Cece, Heather, and Apple before joining Soul and his brothers. A couple of prospects are manning the bar while we try and figure out how to keep ourselves occupied.
“We can watch a movie,” Apple suggests.
“Boring.” Cece points toward the sound system. “I have an idea though.”
“Yes!” Heather cries.
Apple shakes her head. “No, no, no. Come on… There has to be something else we can do.”
“Nope, this will be fun,” Cece insists.
Totally clueless, I ask, “What are we doing?”
“Karaoke,” Heather answers.
I might be shy, but I can sing. I don’t know if I’m very good, but I always sang in the church choir growing up. “Sounds fun. Who’s going first?”
“Apple!” Heather and Cece scream at the same time.
Heather hands Apple a microphone as music fills the room. As she sings, her voice is familiar, but I can’t place it. When she starts the second song,Malicious Intentions,I’m stunned.
It can’t be. No freaking way!
We all cheer and applaud when she lays down the microphone and takes a slight bow.
Apple saunters back to our group, and I squeal. “Ohmigosh!! You’re Apple Caldwell!”
Apple cocks her head to the side. “I thought you knew.”
“I had no idea… I mean, how many Apples are there, really? Oh, wow! It’s you!”
The globes of Apple’s cheeks redden. “Did you really not know?”
