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“Nope. Just crazy,” I correct.

“You don’t get it. Monster has this crime wall with it all figured out. They can explain it better than I can.” She stands,water cascading down her body, making my mouth flood with saliva.

“Rogue might be pissed at me for telling you, but it’s a clean slate for us, and I don’t want to start with lies.” Lines tug between her brows.

Monster will have his ass handed to him when Callan finds out.

“Thank you for telling me, but I don’t fucking like it. It’s dangerous as hell, and to think you weren’t even going to tell me where you were going…” I would have lost my fucking mind if she came here with them and something happened or I found out later.

“That was then. This is now.” She grabs a towel off the hook and wraps it around her body, tucking the end into her armpit. “No more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” I mimic. “I’m going to see if there’s a vending machine around,” I tell her, pulling on my boots. I plan to find Monster and see what the hell is going on. What the fuck is he thinking, bringing Kit and Rogue serial killer hunting like they’re some vigilante criminal minds shit.

“Get me something with sugar in it please.” She croons, pushing her arms together to offer me the cleavage it achieves.

Pulling on my cut, I watch her for a few seconds as she checks her phone then grab the door handle.

“Oh—wait!” she calls out, frowning over at me.

“What is it?”

“Rocco,” she says, putting a hand to her head, “who is the bio dad?”

No more secrets.

Flashes of her coming back from Michael’s covered in bruises after messing up and telling him about Nicolas being at the club crash into my mind before Rocco’s innocent face manifests.

No more secrets.

Seconds pass as she watches me expectantly.

“A random guy at a nightclub.” I say, hating myself.

She stares at me and a niggle of dread creeps into my gut.

She knows I’m lying.

Fuck.

Then she snorts, “Figures. That sounds just like her. What a fucking bitch to drag you into her mess of a life.”

“It’s over now.” I assure her, before closing the door.

CHAPTER 36

BAIT

CUTTER

My boots crunch over gravel as I walk to the SUV, and I pound my fist against the window. Monster wakes with a start, pulling his gun from his hip and aiming at the window. “It’s me, asshole,” I snap, rounding the truck to lean against the hood.

Climbing out, he pulls his jeans up and stretches. His shirt rides up, showing a glint of the silver scar that stretches from hip to hip. He’s never told any of us how he got it, but he patched in young and had it before that. Fuck knows this guy’s background. “I nearly shot your pretty face off.” He smirks, stroking a hand down his beard.

“Callan might shoot yours off if he hears what the fuck you’re doing here with his fiancée and sister.”

The moon casts an ominous glow over his face, making him look extra fucking scary. “Rogue needs closure.” He licks the pad of his thumb then stomps his boot up on the grill next to me, wiping at a scuff on the leather.

“This fucker you have them out here looking for isn’t responsible for her sister,” I seethe, crossing my arms over my chest.

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