Page 28 of Psycho

“Aw, are you getting shy on me now?” I asked.

He grunted and poured the coffee into two mugs, bringing one over to me. I took it out of his hand and took a sip as he sat across from me.

“Anything new?”

“A man stopped by last night.”

“Who?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know yet, but I’ll find out. He wasn’t wearing a cut, but he looked like someone who is part of a club.”

“Now, what would a member of another club come sniffing around King’s Men’s territory? And meeting with Ozzy Reyes, no less.”

“Like I said, I have never seen the fucker before in my life. But I will find out.”

I nodded. “Was she there when he came to visit?”

“Not when the man showed up, but she came home before the man left.”

I stiffened, and Edger watched me carefully. “I don’t think he hurt her because he left soon after.”

That didn’t mean anything to me. He could have done all sorts of things to her in the span of five minutes. And I wouldn’t have known it. If it weren’t such a risk to put cameras and a voice recording in that trailer, I would have done it three years ago. But despite how stupid Ozzy looked, the fucker was a paranoid and smart fucker. He would have found it sooner or later, and apart from checking on Lainey, I was also keeping a closer look on Ozzy.

The King’s Men loaned the fucker the money to start his little side business, and it wasn’t a small amount, either.

And I knew he had made more than enough to pay us back, but he was too greedy for that. He was scheming, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit.

I could handle anything he might throw at us.

But could I handle it if Lainey ended up as a casualty in the crossfire?

My fists clenched, and I didn’t like that thought one bit.

The fucking line I drew was getting more and more ambiguous with each day that passed that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be—with me.

I didn’t know if I could pull what Roman did and just take the girl, not without letting her get under my skin some way, somehow.

A small, insistent voice in the back of my head whispered,too late.

I set the mug down on the coffee table and stood up.

“Keep watching them and let me know if anything changes,” I said.

Edger nodded.

Shortly after seeing Lainey in the gas station for the first time three years ago, I decided to put Edger next door to her so he could watch her—and Ozzy, who had been on the King’s Men’s radar for some time.

He wanted to start an underground fighting ring on King’s Men’s territory almost five years ago.

We let him because we could see the profits in this, but the fucker did something with the business that made it tank, which was fucking unbelievable, considering how easy it was to succeed in something as vicious and bloodthirsty as catering to a bunch of stupid fucks who just wanted to see some poor fucker bleed.

Yet he had failed, and that was where the King’s Men had come in and bailed him out.

I walked out the door, trying to clear my head. There was some shit going on with Ozzy, and my gut told me I would want to figure that shit out soon.

I always listened to my gut instinct.

I went to the bar owned by Dominic—a favorite of the brothers from the club.

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