Page 93 of Wild Night

Bullet jerks his chin. “Once we search Barry’s place, we’ll do just that.”

And that’s how it goes. We drive to Barry Scott’s place. We look through his shit. We don’t find a goddamn thing that linksanyone else to this shit. There is nothing in his place, although I do take his computer, which is the only thing worth a single goddamn thing in this apartment. I don’t know if there is anything on here, but it’s worth a try.

“Well, I guess we go home,” Bullet announces.

Holding the computer to my side with my good hand, I scan the space and stop at a picture frame. Moving toward it, I stop as my eyes scan the image. It’s a picture of Hazzard and Barry when they were younger. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the edge and bring it closer to me.

“They look young,” Bullet murmurs.

Shaking my head, I clear my throat, looking over at him. “It’s not that. They look too close,” I say. “I don’t see siblings. They are too close. It’s bothersome.”

Bullet takes the framed picture from me. His eyes scan it, then he arches a brow, looking back at me. “His hand is on her tit.”

“It is,” I confirm. “I don’t think this was just about money.”

“I’m going to guess it was also about the fact that he was in love with his own sister.”

“Yeah,” I grunt.

Placing the picture back on the shelf, I take a step backward. I don’t pretend to know a goddamn thing about people’s lives. I sure as fuck don’t have a perfect one. However, thinking about Cidney, who is the only female relative I have close enough to consider a sister, I shiver in disgust at the thought.

“We’re done here,” I say.

And I’m done with Barry Scott and Hazzard. Two people who betrayed me. Betrayed the club in unforgivable ways. And now they’re gone.

“I’m ready to go back home.”

POSEY

I pace.

Back and forth.

Over and over, to the point where I’m pretty sure there is a worn path in the concrete beneath my feet. I wait for Justin. He said he would be back, to not answer the door for anyone.

I follow that request—that demand.

Not that anyone has even knocked or tried to enter. They haven’t. Still, I wouldn’t let them in if they did. My feet move back and forth in front of the window, and as they do, I think about the stability of the building, hoping that everything is okay since a car ripped through the front of it.

That’s something I hadn’t thought about before. Now it’s all I can think about. What if this fucking building falls down on my head while I’m pacing back and forth? Fucking hell.

Then the door handle jiggles, and I watch as the top dead bolt slowly unlocks. The door swings open, and he’s there. Standing right in front of me. He appears exhausted but devastatingly gorgeous. He moves through the room, only stopping to close and lock the door behind him.

I think about asking Justin one of the million questions that are spinning around in my head, but as he moves toward me, my mind calms, and the questions vanish. As his fingers reach out, touching the center of my throat before they gently glide down to the top of my chest, the only thought in my head is want. The only feeling in my body is need.

“Justin,” I breathe.

He dips his chin, and his mouth finds mine, his lips brushing mine before his tongue slips inside of me, tasting me fully.Arching my back, I melt toward him, wishing I could actually melt into him.

When we’re both breathless, only then does he break the kiss, shifting his face as his lips move from mine to press against my forehead. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh at the feel of his warm, soft mouth against my skin.

I whimper when he takes a step backward, his eyes finding mine. “It’s done, princess.”

“It’s done,” I repeat.

I say the words, but they don’t register. At least not until he continues. “Lucian, this bullshit with my client and Hazzard. It’s all done.”

Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times before I release them and speak. “Does this mean we’re together?”

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