Page 64 of Prey

“You really want to know the answer?”

I swallowed, hesitated, then nodded.

“I killed him.”

“Then why would this man confess?”

“Dominic made him write a confession letter before the man shot himself in the head with his own gun.”

“Why?”

Why would someone do that? Why would they take the fall?

He let out a small sigh and walked back to me, sitting down, but for the first time, he placed some distance between us.

About the length of a small body, by my guess.

“The man betrayed the club. He would have died by Dominic or Micah’s hands either way. But this way, we got his death to mean something. His sins are forgiven in the eyes of our men, and his family is taken care of in the way we always take care of the family of our fallen brothers.”

I took a deep breath.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about that. Dad always said they fabricated the evidence, but to hear him tell me all this so calmly, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

It was a big deal.

He played the system, and he got out.

How was I supposed to feel safe about the system my dad had spent most of his life trying to uphold?

I looked at him.

His eyes were closed off to me.

I didn’t like this Roman very much. It reminded me of the way he had looked right before he drugged me.

The monster from my own nightmare.

“What was prison like?” I asked.

“Hell,” came his curt reply.

“But you survived it.”

“By the skin of my teeth. Don’t forget. It’s hell, and no one wants to be locked up like that.”

I looked around the cabin. “Like what you’re doing to me?”

He leaned in closer to me, and I moved back. I didn’t like the way he was crowding me now.

I pushed his chest away, trying to get him to lessen up, but he didn’t even budge.

“You’ve only been here for a few days, baby. I was in that hell hole for two fucking years because of you.”

My eyes widened, and I slapped his chest hard.

That surprised him enough to pull back and for me to escape.

I stood up, facing him and keeping a safe distance.

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