Grievous (Scarlet Scars #2)(29)

Everyone looks at her.

“That’s enough,” Scarlet says again. “We get it. Just... leave her alone.”

Gazes shift to me, again awaiting my reaction. You see, around here, I make the rules, and they don’t follow orders unless they come from my mouth.

“Get to the point,” I say, motioning for Three to continue. “I’m sure you mother taught you not to play with your food.”

Three squeezes the woman’s shoulder as he leans closer to her, saying, “Tell them what you told me about your boss, Lexie.”

The woman opens her mouth before closing it again, over and over.

“Just spit it out, Tweety Bird,” I say. “Tell me what the Puddy-Tat did.”

“He has these parties at his house sometimes, him and the guys that work for him... they get together and some of the girls are brought in, but they don’t always come back out. Sometimes... well, sometimes...”

“Sometimes they’re never seen again?”

She nods, taking a moment, not continuing until Three nudges her once more. “A few months ago, I went to one of his parties. I didn’t want to, but none of us really do. He’s been... different. Colder. And we knew... we heard he found Morgan.” Her gaze shifts to Scarlet, her voice dropping lower. “They told us he found you, that he killed you. We all thought you were dead.”

Scarlet’s bottom lip trembles, but otherwise, she doesn’t react, still not looking at the woman.

“Hey, yo, eyes on me,” I say, snapping my finger, getting the woman’s attention again. “As much as I’m thrilled by story hour, I need you to get to the point before my high wears off and I stop listening.”

“There was a girl there,” she blurts out, “a little girl. His daughter. She was there. He’s been keeping her out of sight, so none of us even knew she was around, but she drew him a picture and she wanted to give it to him, so she snuck downstairs.”

“You saw her?”

She nods.

“She was okay?”

She nods again.

I glance at Scarlet, wondering how she’s taking this, but she’s just sitting, listening in silence, still picking at her fingernails.

“Well, I appreciate you chirping for us, Birdie,” I say, looking back at the woman as I sit up, my left hand coming to rest on Scarlet’s knee. “Truly. It’s been enlightening. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers.

“You got anything else you want to share?” I reach into my waistband and pull out my gun, cocking it and aiming it at her. “Any parting words?”

Three jumps back a few steps, moving away, because he knows my aim is shit and if he stands too close, he’s liable to get shot. Besides, I think he’s still traumatized from being splattered with brain matter last time. The woman tenses as terror rushes through her. I can see it, the horror in her eyes, her body trembling. She doesn’t raise her hands, doesn’t move, staring straight at me, but the floodgates open. Tears coat her cheeks, words spewing from her lips.

“Please, don’t do this,” she cries. “Please... I’m begging you... you don’t have to do this!”

“But I do,” I say. “I let you walk out of here, you run back to your boss, and then what? Huh? I’ll tell you what—you’ll spill your guts.”

“I won’t,” she says. “I swear. I’d never. Morgan... please... Morgan, tell him.”

Scarlet squeezes her eyes shut.

“Boss,” Three chimes in as he takes a step back toward the woman. The second he does, I aim the gun at him instead. At least he has the sense to raise his hands. “Maybe you don’t have to do this...”

“You brought her to my house, Three,” I say. “You know better. Maybe I should be shooting you for this.”

“But maybe you don’t have to shoot anyone,” he says. “She’s an in. We can use her somehow.”

“How?”

Three blanks when I ask that.

Might be the gun pointed at him.

Hard to think while that’s happening.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Pressure’s on, motherfucker.

“Next month,” the woman blurts out. “There’s another party. I can go. I’ll volunteer. I can help you, whatever you need me to do. I’ll do it. I swear.”

“See?” Three says. “Problem solved.”

Problem not solved, contrary to what he thinks.

He just made it domino into a whole host of other problems for me. Slowly, though, I lower the gun, taking the bullet out of the chamber, my finger leaving the trigger. “Fine.”

Three lowers his hands.

“This is on you, though,” I warn him. “She fucks me, I fuck you... and I mean that in every sense of that word, Three. I will fuck you while fucking you, so you better keep an eye on her.”

“I will,” he says. “Don’t worry.”

I slip the gun back away, waving him off. “Get her out of my house before I change my mind and kill you both.”

“Yes, boss.”

He grabs her shoulder, pulling her away, dragging her back out of the house just like he dragged her in. Grabbing the bottle of liquor, I take a big swig before slamming it back down on the coffee table beside Scarlet.