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The last thought I have before I lose myself to his need is to be thankful I moved the gun and ammo to my backpack before Jig started getting frisky.
Chapter Twelve
Later, I roll over and cover my eyes. I’m deliciously sore from Jig’s attention, but the warm glow fades in the wake of everything I’m up against. Why does John want me at that cabin? Is it truly because of whatever I’m supposed to bring back? It’s horrible enough on its own to contemplate, but what if it’s something worse?
I’m relieved I told Jig and the group the truth, letting them decide for themselves, but something is lurking at the corners of my vision, and I’m scared to open my eyes. What the fuck am I going to do?
“We need to talk.”
Dropping my arm, I look at Rain warily as she strides into the room and closes the door behind her. She doesn’t comment on my naked state in Jig’s bed, and I don’t encourage her to. Instead, I pull the sheet around me and grab the shirt Jig left at the end of the bed. I can’t imagine facing off with her while I’m buck naked.
Ugh.
She watches me with an amused lift of her brow, and I narrow my eyes before saying, “Well?”
The smile fades. She looks away before brushing her cheek. I feel a trickle of unease at her hesitance and sit back against the headboard, hoping to brace myself.
“There’s something you need to know,” she says, raising her dark eyes to mine.
I swallow. “Okay.”
“No one knows this. No one,” she says. Jesus, what now? But I’ve been bitching about being left in the dark, so I swallow my bitter retort and nod. “Understood.”
“John killed my father.”
“Oh shit,” I whisper.
Averting her gaze, she smooths her hands down her skirt. My chest burns at her lost look, and I dip my chin, smiling sadly. I know exactly how it feels to lose a parent, but I wish that I didn’t feel closer to her because we’re part of the same shitty club.
She exhales slowly before shaking her head. “Whatever he wants, it’s not going to be good. We have to go in prepared.”
Nodding, I glance away, biting the inside of my lip. I’m sure it’s no mystery that John’s interested in her. But I still can’t figure out why me?
“Was your dad affiliated?” I ask.
She slowly shakes her head.
“Then why?”
“Because we got too close to his sick empire. And Iris . . .”
“She’s lost,” I say, my heart flipping when her smile hardens.
“She is. But I can’t worry about her now.”
“Then who will?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.
She studies me for a moment and says heavily, “You don’t understand.”
“No, I don’t. I’m not sure I want to, but . . .”
“But what?”
“Sunshine,” Jig says, opening the door with a brilliant smile that fades when he looks between us. I spy the suspicion that darkens his eyes and turn away with a sigh.
Of course, evil Alice is threatening his precious family. I wonder if he loves her.
Glancing between them suspiciously, I glare at Jig when he says, “What did I interrupt? Girl on girl?”