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It wouldn’t stop there, either.
Traeger was at risk.
And, of course, my own life.
“Is it just the one delivery a month?”
“Yes. Though I did hear murmurs last time that they might need to ship more.”
“Did you get a date for that?”
“No.”
“I heard you unloaded the goods this last time,” Huck said.
My jaw tightened enough that my damn teeth ached and the pain shot up to my temples.
“Yep.”
“That wasn’t usual?”
“No.”
“Babe, fucking work with me here.”
There was a growling sound coming from Kylo’s general direction. But I stayed focused on the man who was clearly the boss around here.
“I’m answering your questions.”
“Why was it different this last time?”
“Because my anxiety was out of control,” I admitted, the words snarling out of me, angry that I had to talk about something so private with practical strangers. “I couldn’t seem to make myself go outside to meet the truck to get my plants out. Marco didn’t like that. He dragged me out. Then he made me do it.”
“Why?”
“To exert power, I guess. But I also thought that maybe he wanted to try to get my prints on the gun to have that to use against me in the future too, if the threats against my grandmother and Traeger weren’t motivation enough.”
To that, Huck nodded.
“Did you get your fingerprints on them?”
“I tried not to. I used paper to pick them up then cradled them in my arms. But I don’t know. It’s possible. I was kind of freaking out.”
“Understandably,” Velle said. “That had to be stressful.”
I didn’t need him to psychoanalyze me.
I wanted them to leave me alone.
I wanted to get out of this clubhouse.
Then, I don’t know, just walk down the street where I could meet a ride-share to take me back to Kylo’s to grab my car.
After that, well, I wanted to climb into my bed and cry my heart out.
I sucked in a deep breath.
“Anything else?” I asked.
