Page 41 of Graveyards & Greed

Kilian pointed at me. “I recognize that look on your face.”

“So? This is my annoyed, pissed-off face. I have it a lot when I’m around you guys,” I countered.

Ezra interrupted by clearing his throat. “I asked the cousins to come by today. Is there anything you want to tell us?”

“Nope.” Guilt and paranoia rose in my gut.

He folded his arms and gave me a sad, disappointed look. I felt like a fifteen-year-old again.

“A few days ago, Trina came to my office sobbing and telling me what a kind, patient, loving granddaughter I have. Then she thanked me profusely for paying Camilla’s doctor bills and setting up therapy for her. I didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.”

Callum raised an eyebrow. “She said Sylvie is kind and patient?”

I ignored him and stared at Ezra. “I would have told you, but it wasn’t my place.” I also hadn’t wanted my cousins to find out.

Ezra clasped his hands on top of his desk. “They’re not just our employees, Sylvie. If Camilla’s attack had something to do with Trina working for us, we all have a right to know.” He didn’t raise his voice, but his censure stung.

“Who attacked her?” Callum asked softly. I kept my mouth shut.

Ezra turned to them. “An OutKast member, but Camilla won’t say which one, and she’s afraid to testify.”

Kilian leaned back. “Why not?”

I kept my eyes on Ezra. “Because her rapist probably told her she has a nice grandmother, and it would be a shame if anything happened to her. He also likely threatened to come back.”

Ezra turned to Kilian. “Tell her.”

“One of my contacts sent me a video from Tittie’s bar that was taken last August. Drakos Creed is there with a dark-haired woman in a hideous dress and tattoos on the same night those two OutKast MC members went missing.”

“So? What does that have to do with me?”

Callum cut in. “When the woman smiled, she had dimples.”

Well, fuck.

Ezra shook his head. “Why didn’t you come to us?”

I put my hands on my head and exhaled. “Because I didn’t want anyone to start a war with them, okay?”

Kilian crossed his arms and studied me. “Why were you there with Drakos Creed? And now you’re living with him. What’s going on with you two?”

Callum nodded. “I respect the man, but he’s a cynical, deviant womanizer.”

Ezra leaned back and studied me. “He and his partners went through some horrible things, and I admire them for what they’ve built. But they’re ruthless and cold. Roman marrying Luna was bad enough.”

“It’s not like that,” I muttered lamely.

Ezra studied me. “I’m bringing your cousins into this mess, and you’re going to tell us exactly what happened.” My grandfather was the glue that held my world together when everything else fell apart. I loved the man unconditionally, and he probably understood me better than anyone, but he’d just thrown me under the bus.

A prickling sensation rolled over my shoulders. “Fenn is standing behind me, isn’t he?” I kept my face neutral. My cousins were like sharks—if they smelled nerves or fear, it would be a bloodbath.

Callum glanced over my shoulder. “Yep.”

I slowly turned around to face Fenn, and the fury in his eyes made me take a step back.

He folded his arms and glared at me. “So you put a fucking target on your back to protect us? You don’t get to decide that on your own.”

“Fenn, I–”

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