Page 194 of Psycho

I climbed into the truck but didn’t close the door all the way.

Micah walked only a few steps away from me as he answered the call.

“Hey. Did you meet with Ozzy?” he said in a way of greeting.

My heart stuttered.

With Dad?

Why would Roman meet with Dad?

I knew there was aworkingrelationship between them, but it was usually done between Dad and Micah, not Roman.

Roman replied, because Micah wasn’t talking, and then. “Good… Yes, I’m sure I want to do it… We’re gonna lure that son of a bitch out from hiding by getting rid of his men, starting with fucking Lincoln Vincent… No, Lainey doesn’t know, and it’s gonna stay that way. Just text me the details about the fight. Okay. Bye.”

Micah hung up, and I pushed the door open, no longer pretending I wasn’t listening.

What the fuck?

Micah kept his back to me for a few seconds after the call ended. I let my eyes roam over his huge frame, not really seeing anything.

Then, his shoulders rose and fell as he took in a deep breath and turned to me.

He paused when he saw me sitting there with my feet hanging over the seat.

“You’re going to fight,” I said, and it wasn’t a question. I knew he was.

His jaw clenched, and he walked over to me. “You shouldn’t have been listening.”

“And you shouldn’t have kept this away from me.”

He shook his head. “This is nothing you need to concern yourself over.”

“Not concern myself over?” I asked. “You’re going to my dad’s club to participate in the cage fighting match. Why? Why would you do that if you don’t have to?”

“Lainey.”

There was a warning in his voice, but I didn’t care about that.

“I don’t understand.”

“And it’s not for you to understand.”

“But why would you do this without talking to me first?”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why would I?”

“Why?”

He let one eyebrow raise at that.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I had nothing. I thought because of where our relationship was going because he had looked at me like he loved me, he would bring me into the loop when he started making dangerous, stupid decisions like that.

But he had never said he loved me.

He never even said what we were.

I looked at him, wondering why it felt like my heart was fracturing, and without saying another word, I pulled my legs back into the truck and closed the door.

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