Page 9 of Creed's Vengeance

Yet, I stared at the detectives.

“No. They are both wearing masks,” I said, keeping my voice slightly shocked. “To be honest, that is very confronting to see. I just hope Doctor Knights is okay.”

I watched as the detectives rolled their eyes.

“Come on, Kincaid. We know you are linked to Satan’s Bastards. We know that you were in a romantic relationship with Trey Knights before his disappearance, and we’ve heard rumors that you and he had issues.”

I swallowed sharply.

“Trey and I had causal sex, and that was it. We both found it hard to have a relationship while working the hours we worked. And I’d like to point out that my brother and father are currently in a coma.” I kept an unsettled look on my face. “I don’t know anything about this, and if I did, I’d say something because I want Trey to be found.”

I knew as soon as Trey was pulled into that van that it would be the last time anyone saw him. He was dead. And I doubted his body would ever be found.

The detectives shared a look before Detective Maddison stepped toward me.

“We’ll be watching you, Miss Kincaid,” he threatened before they opened the door and left.

They weren’t going to drop this case until they had answers. I knew they would be watching me. Creed had brought the polices’ attention to the club when the club was at war. There was no questioning it—this was all my fault.

Glares. The odd gawking stare I was used to, but as the police pulled up to the bowser beside me, I felt my skin crawl with fire ants. It took a lot of my self-restraint not to have a confrontation with them. Perhaps it was because I heard they were harassing Holly. Or perhaps it was because I was in a foul fucking mood.

That was when a sports car pulled up to the bowser on the other side of me. One glance at the car, and those fire ants started biting, wanting me to let go of my grip on my control and just fucking let one of them have it. Slater always was obnoxious, just like his addiction to sports cars.

“Morning,” he said, casually leaning against the bowser.

I could feel his gaze, but I didn’t react. I knew he wasn’t here to fill up his car. He would have been monitoring me since I killed Dad’s right-hand man. Alec’s death didn’t even haunt me, and perhaps that said more about me.

“Going for a Sunday ride?” He continued to make a causal effort in conversation. “Heard Holly was working today?”

And that right there caused my head to snap up, and my gaze landed on him. His smirk was enough to acknowledge he was proud of himself.

“I have to say”—he causally looked down while taking a few steps toward me—“I am really going to enjoy taking her from you.” His gaze flickered back to mine, his smirk getting bigger. “Now, now, Creed. Calm down. We are in the community,” he added when he saw me let go of the bowser handle.

He adjusted his cuff links. “She already likes them bad—clearly.” He gave me a pointed look. “Now she is going to upgrade.” He leaned back against the bowser with a frown on his face. “I wonder if she will like my sadistic ways.”

He was fucking lucky my motorcycle was between him and me, and the cops were paying for their fuel.

“Stay the fuck away from her,” I said from between clenched teeth, and then I immediately realized my mistake. Fuck. “She’s Hades’s daughter. I’ll protect her, and as I have proven, I don’t mind killing you.”

If Slater thought I loved Holly, he would hurt her. He would go after her. That right there would be my biggest downfall.

Slater tilted his head. “So you’d only protect her because of her father?” he questioned, stepping in slightly closer. “So fucking her meant nothing?”

I gritted my teeth. “You know me, Slater. I don’t love anyone or anything—that is at least something we have in common.” I turned to my side, hanging up the nozzle.

“How cold, Creed, even for us. That poor girl is clearly in love with you.” He leaned in closer. “After all, she lied to the police for you. Nothing says love like that,” he whispered with a sick and twisted smile.

I had to make it clear that Holly and I were nothing. Slater would go after her and hurt her just because I loved her. However, if I showed no interest in her, he would go on to just hurting the club because he would be under the impression that my love lay there.

He laughed lightly. “You always knew how to keep the woman wanting more, but her trading her freedom in the name of love? Well, brother, that makes you colder than me.”

“If she loses her freedom for that, she can only put it down to her own stupidity.”

His laugh got louder, and he raised his hands. “And you called me sadistic.”

“We done?” I questioned before I went in to pay.

He causally looked down at his watch and slowly nodded his head. “Yes, we are.” It was the glint in his eyes that made my heart drum louder. Something was off. Something wasn’t right. “I’ll be seeing you, brother, and as for Alec, thank you. He was stopping my promotion.”

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