Page 143 of Wildest Forever

I agreed.

“Pacey,” Riggs’ deep voice pulls me from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” my tone higher than normal and Tripp’s eyes burn into the side of my head.

“What are your thoughts?” he asks, tapping his fingers on the large oak table of our dining room.

“About?” and there is no point lying. My mind was elsewhere.

“Fuck’s sake,” Riggs sighs and I watch as Tripp scrubbed his face.

“Did you hear anything?”

Again, no point.

“No.” I shrug a shoulder up which gets an eye roll from Riggs.

“Luke… what shall we do with him? He still stands that he had no idea who sent him, just that he was sent to find the diamond.”

“I don’t believe him, do you?” Tripp looks at Riggs and Riggs shakes his head from side to side.

“Do I fuck,” he sits back in his seat, hands now clasped in front of him.

“Then we don’t let him go,” I say as my eyes bounce between my brothers. “I can throw him in the cell, I don’t think it’s right you have him chained up in the basement,” I side eye Tripp who gives a subtle nod. “We can toss him in the back of the truck and take him to my place… or,” my lips turn down as I look at Riggs, “we can put a bullet through the middle of his eyes and make him disappear.”

“Not an option,” he says, lips rolled into a tight line.

“Why?” Tripp asks, elbows on the table.

“We have enough shit on our plates at the moment, do you really think we need another dead man under our belt?”

“Technically, we didn’t kill any of those men.”

“Don’t be a smart-ass Pacey,” he growls and Tripp laughs.

“You sure you don’t mind him being in the cell?” Riggs changes the subject rather rapidly and stares me down.

“Nope, no skin off my teeth,” I shrug and then let out a deep, exasperated sigh.

“Cool, I’ll get him moved later on.” I nod. Tripp nods and then Riggs nods.

“Okay, moving on,” Tripp says, sitting back, his head swinging between me and Riggs. “The suits…”

“We need to rid them once and for all. First they blew the mine entrance, then they cornered me and Buck and now Conrad.”

“We don’t know if it was them who killed Conrad,” Riggs reminds me softly.

“I still think it was Marty,” and as soon as the words leave my lips their eyes are on me.

“What?” they both say in unison.

Sighing, I lick my lips.

“I called the number that he said was his family’s number from out of town…” I trail off and then fish my phone out my pocket. “It wasn’t. It went through to some bar and as soon as I mentioned Marty’s name, they cut the line off. Not been able to get back through since.” I twist my lips and slide my phone across to Riggs.

“Have you searched it up?” Tripp asks the question and I roll my eyes.

“Duh,” and he swats me around the back of the head, knocking my cap off as it lands on the table.

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