Page 28 of Blind Justice

A knock came at the door, and Enzo glanced down at Bella. No one showed up at their apartment without Duncan telling them first. Had someone found out what they’d done? Her heartbeat kicked up a notch. If Duncan found out, would it change how he dealt with them? Would he pull their deal? The knock sounded again, and Enzo sat up.

“I’ll get it.” He threw on a shirt and sweats before he strode to the door, giving her a minute to put on some clothes as well. “What are you doing here?”

“Duncan called. Said he’d be a few more hours. So, I’m here in the interim.” Omar, the militant looking guy, entered the apartment.

Bella threw on a pair of sweats and one of her snug tank tops. “It’s late though, aren’t you tired?”

Omar’s gaze caressed her form before he shuttered himself from her. “Nope. We’re taught to stay up for long hours. It’s part of our stamina training.”

Stamina training? She snorted. “Sure. So, what’s in the bag?”

“Dinner. For me.” He retrieved the sandwich and drink from the sack. “Did you want something?”

She was still full from her own dinner. Duncan sent them food from a local restaurant. The portions could have fed her and Enzo three times over. Their leftovers were in the fridge if she wanted a midnight snack. “No, we’re good. We were going to bed though.”

“Yeah, I hadn’t thought about that when Duncan called me. I should have a key to this place just in case.” Omar took a bite of his food.

She cut her gaze to Enzo. “Oh, good idea.”

“Anything on?” Omar grabbed the remote off the small coffee table and turned on the television.

“We don’t watch it much.” If Omar realized what he almost walked in on, he either didn’t show it or was completely oblivious.

“Do you mind if I watch one of the sports channels?”

Enzo gave her a what the fuck look, and she shrugged. “Sure, we don’t care. What’s your favorite sport?”

“Basketball,” Omar said. “We’re getting into the winter showcases.”

“Yeah, true,” Enzo agreed. “Who’s your favorite team?”

“Warriors,” Omar answered. “Shit. Look at that score.” He pointed to the bottom of the screen. “I think they’ll get back to the championship this year.”

Bella chuckled. “I’m going back to bed. Have a good night, boys.”

Duncan stepped into R.O.O.T.’sC&C floor and went straight for the conference rooms. There had been an incident at the high school, and the whole team, minus Bronx, who decided to hang with Bex for the evening, was meeting with everyone to give them an update. He hadn’t thought in the beginning their missions would cross paths, but it seemed like the more he tried to find evidence, the more shit crossed over.

He took a seat at the conference table. The expressions on the high school kids had a knot forming in his gut. What the fuck happened to cause them to appear so morose? When Asher joined them, he closed the door and took his position at the head of the table.

“Let’s cut right to it, shall we? We have a ton to go over, and these kids need to get back to Bex.” Asher glanced at Alé. “You’re up, kid.”

The guy with the teardrop tattoo stood. “Three days ago, Bex was attacked again. According to Doc Rae, she has a broken wrist and some cuts and bruises. She’ll be down for a couple of days. The worst part is that the girls responsible used Bex’s fucking prosthetic leg to beat her.”

Duncan’s stomach roiled in disgust. Bex lost her leg when her father beat her then broke her leg so severely, the doctors had to amputate. “Who found her?”

“I did. So did Bronx.” Alé shook his head. “Red-handed too. Those bitches were going to kill her if they could.”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Noah added. “This is the issue Mateo faced with these kids since Bex arrived at the school. Sucky part, no one at the high school seems inclined to do a damn thing about it.”

“That’s not the worst though.” Alé nodded to Asher, and the lights went out. Two photos appeared on the projection screen. One was of Marybeth in her school uniform, and the other was of her at some ranch. “Her name is Marybeth Gunther. She’s the granddaughter of Anderson Gunther.”

Son of a bitch.“Do you think the attacks are connected?”

“No,” Noah answered. “It fits too perfectly, don’t you think?”

Duncan shrugged. “In the beginning maybe, however, it would make sense on how Pueblo found out Bex’s location.”

Alé scrubbed his chin. “There’s a ring of truth there. The easiest way to get to the competition is to go at the weakest link. His kid.”

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