Sins, Lies & Spies (Black Brothers #2)(59)

Anger rushed through my veins. I stood, flexing my hands hard enough to make the tendons stand out. “You don’t know anything, Jack, and unless you want me to crawl up your ass and start asking questions about your wife, you need to back the hell off.”

“Fine.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll back off, but I reserve the right to say ‘I told you so’ when the time comes.”

My brows snapped together. “What do you mean?”

He rubbed his hand down his face. “Nothing. If you think you have everything under control, then I trust you.”

An alert on my phone buzzed, and Jack, being closer to it, slid it across the table. “Speaking of Trinity, it looks like your girl is on the move again.”

I picked up the phone and turned it in circles in one hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Smirking, he shook his head. “Right. Don’t lie to me. In between ignoring me and pounding on your keyboard, you’ve been tracking her movements on your phone.” He cleared his throat. “I’d never thought I’d live to see the day when Knox Black had his panties in a bunch over some chick.”

“It’s not like that. I’m worried about her.” I swiped a finger across the phone, scanning the dot on the screen as Trinity moved across town.

“She’s a big girl. She’ll be just fine.”

“Fuck!” I yelled, when I realized her destination.

Jack frowned. “What’s going on?”

I stuffed my phone in my pocket and slung my jacket over my shoulder. “Trinity is headed to Miles Knightly’s house.”

Jack jumped out of his chair. “Do you think she’s been spying on us for him?”

I stalked across the office and flung open the door. “I don’t think so. She hates him, but she might get a hair up her ass and decide to confront him.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to cause a scene.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll call you if I need back-up.”





CHAPTER





THIRTY-THREE


Trinity



After a quick stop at my house and thirty minutes of wandering around D.C. on foot, I found myself in front of Miles’s house. I pounded on his door. A gust of cool air whipped around my body and chills roughened my skin. Thick strands of my hair lashed the side my face and the silky material of my shirt billowed like a sail in the wind.

I should’ve called Knox and shared my plans, but I always hated being controlled and led around by the nose. Knox told me not to do anything stupid and this certainly qualified as stupid. Miles and I spent a lot of time together, but I really didn’t know anything about him. Sure, I knew what he liked to order from his favorite Chinese restaurant. I knew he liked bourbon. I knew he had a daughter and an ex-wife who would never let him go, but those were just meaningless facts I could’ve discovered during a five-minute conversation.

Apprehension trickled down my spine, but I ignored it. Nothing bad would happen. I could take care of myself. Steeling my nerves, I squared my shoulders, and pounded on the door again.

“Trinity,” Miles said wearily. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“How did you find out Speaker Benton is my half-brother?” I could’ve approached the subject with more eloquence, but I didn’t have the time.

“I don’t know anything about that.” He peered over my shoulder, then started to push the door closed. “You shouldn’t be here. You need to leave.”

I smacked my hand into the door and pulled a gun out of the holster hidden inside my jacket, pushing my way into the house and shutting the door behind me. Knox had confiscated my gun of choice at Lang’s house, but I also had a Kahr P380 hidden under a floorboard in my closet. Roughly the size of a cell phone, it was very concealable, but just as reliable and effective as larger models.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know the truth. I’m f*cking sick of all the lies. Tell me how you found out about Derrick and me.”

He held up his hands and backpedaled a few steps. “You’re a lunatic. If you don’t get out of here, I’ll call the police.”

“Be my guest.” I jammed the barrel of my gun against his chest. “I’d be happy to talk to them about all your blackmail schemes. I’m sure there’s plenty of evidence right here in your home. I’ll even invite Knox over, and he can bring Lang’s taped confession. He implicated you.” He didn’t, but Miles had no way of knowing that.

Sasha, his ex-wife, glided into the room, her black maxi dress dusting the floor with every step. “Just tell the truth, Miles. This is getting old.”

“Get the f*ck out of here, Sasha. This is none of your business,” Miles yelled through his teeth.

“No. I’m not listening to you. Not this time.” She folded her arms across her chest. “You think you can spin some magic and end up with her share of the money, but it’s not going to happen unless you put a gun to her head and force her down the aisle. And from where I’m standing, it looks like she’s the one with the gun.”

“The money?” My stare boomeranged between Miles and Sasha, helplessness seeping into my words. “What money?”