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“FUCKING LIAR!” I roared.
“Is he dead?” I heard King’s voice behind me and realized he was one of the ones holding me.
Thatcher stepped forward and stuck his cigarette between his teeth, then grabbed the little hair on top of his head, lifting it to place a finger on his neck, in search of a pulse.
“It’s weak, but it’s there,” he replied, letting the head flop forward again, then glancing back at me. “You almost got him.”
“I left you down here to oversee things,” King told him.
Thatcher shrugged. “Probably shouldn’t have.”
“If we let you go, are you going to stay back? We aren’t done with him,” King said to me.
I wanted him dead.
“She had nothing to do with it,” I snarled.
“We can’t trust him, but he can give us the information we need to find out the truth. But he has to be alive to talk. The more he talks, the more we can weed out the truth.” King told me what I’d already known, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“If she helped with the sale of drugs, she didn’t know about the laced crack. She’d never be okay with that,” I said, although I wasn’t positive, I wanted to believe she was everything she appeared to be. The girl I’d spent time with was real. But I hadn’t known her long enough to be one hundred percent sure.
“Let the fucker live, and we can use him. This was your idea—to take her father and bring him here and keep him until we get all we need out of him. It’ll help lead us to the proof we need on Dancastle,” King reminded me.
I wanted Royal free of all this. I didn’t want to lie to her. It was eating me alive inside that she didn’t even know my name.
I wanted to tell her the truth. I wanted her to know me. Not some made-up version of me. I wanted to pursue her, not use her. To do that, I had to find another way. Vinson was the other way.
“I can’t be here when he talks,” I said, knowing I’d kill him next time.
“No shit,” Storm replied.
“Sebastian.”
King’s tone made me tense. I didn’t like it. There was a warning edge to it.
“It might be best if you step back. Keep your distance from Royal Shelton. This has gotten personal for you, and that’s an issue.”
I stared at him. The urge to shut him up didn’t overtake me. Although the tightening of Storm’s hand on my arm meant the others weren’t so sure I wasn’t about to snap again.
King had sounded like my father. Something he would say to me. Something I was going to be told once he got word of this. He would keep me from her.
But hadn’t I already known that was going to happen?
I nodded and pulled my arm free of Storm’s hold, then left the room without looking back.
“Let him go and cool off,” my brother told them.
Yeah, let me just go do that.
•Twenty •
“I’d be able to stay away longer if you weren’t so damn addictive.”
Royal
I chewed on my thumbnail as I stared at my father’s empty bed. He wasn’t on the sofa in the living room, the car wasn’t here, no one was answering at the bar, and the police station had said they didn’t have him.
So, where was he?
