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“Have you found out anything else?”

“About Kady? No. But I did want to talk to you about something else.”

I nod. “Okay?”

“Tell me about the night you got arrested.”

“Why the hell do you want to know about that?” I ask, drumming my fingers against the steering wheel, every cell in my body screaming at me to make sure my girl is okay.

“Because I’ve been looking into how you might exact your revenge on Biche.”

Gritting my teeth, I grab the wheel and put the truck in drive. I can’t tell this story, think about that asshole, while I’m sitting still or I’ll lose my damn mind.

“What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me the story how you remember it.”

I nod, pointing my truck toward Kady’s house as I think back to that night seven years ago. “I was at home with Kady and after I dropped her off at the diner for her shift, I drove across town to meet one of my regular customers, Lee. When I got there, he told me that he had a friend who was looking to party that night and wanted a little something to help him with that. I agreed but as we were on our way there, I just had this nagging feeling that something was wrong so I ditched half my stash in a safe place. I figured if this guy turned out to be legit and wanted more party favors, I’d come back and pick it up then. Anyway, when we got there, the guy turned out to be a cop and as soon as I sold to him, he busted me.”

“And how did Biche come into the story?”

“When the prosecutor offered me a deal, she told me she had witness statements from Lee and one Mr. Ford, aka Biche. He went to the police and told them he’d seen me selling drugs and when they canvased the area, they found Lee. They threatened Lee with jail time and he flipped on me.”

“And what did you have to give the prosector in return for your deal?”

I shake my head. “I didn’t give them anything. Blaze did. He came to see me after I got locked up and he was feeling all kinds of guilty, saying the club had lost its way. He’s the one who gave up our supplier and it’s also why he got shot.”

“Shit,” he whispers, shaking his head. “I never knew that.”

“Yep,” I reply. “Any of that help you?”

“I don’t know. Let me dig into a few things and I’ll let you know what I find.”

I nod. “Sounds good. Talk to you later.”

“Actually, one more question.”

“Shoot.”

“What the hell did Biche gain by getting you locked up?”

Sighing, I press down on the gas a little harder, anything to release some of this anger I still carry around with me everyday. “You know who Biche’s old man is?”

“No.”

“Xavier Ford.”

He lets out a low whistle. “You mean the same Xavier Ford that was our supplier?”

“Yep. Turns out, he didn’t think Biche had what it took to manage the family business so he made him work the streets to prove himself. It drove Biche crazy and when you add in the fact that I always out sold him, it’s not really a surprise that he did whatever it took to get rid of me.”

“And then Xavier shot Blaze?”

I nod. “Exactly.”

“Whatever happened to Xavier?”

“I have no clue but I always wondered if taking him out of the picture was Blaze’s last act of vigilante justice.”