Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(9)

“I’ll tell you what you want to know if you promise you won’t touch my sister,” she spits out. “She’s innocent in all this.”

“Agreed,” I say, because I had no intention of doing anything to her sister. “But if you double-cross us, all bets are off.”

She nods, and her eyes betray her resignation. Perhaps she is smart.

“Who ordered the hit on us?” I ask, leaning against Saint when he presses up against my back.

Her lips curve into a smug grin. “No one. I did that all by myself.”

Galen scoffs, rolling his eyes. “We heard you were smart, but you’re as dumb as a bag of hammers.”

“I’m telling the truth,” she yells. “I came after you for Parker.” She drills me with a poisonous look. “You killed my sister, and I wanted revenge.”

“She tried to kill me first, and it was self-defense.”

“I don’t fucking care! It wasn’t enough to kill her. You had to set her on fire and try to frame The Bulls for her murder. Do you have any idea what that did to my father?”

“Do we look like we give two shits about your father?” Galen coolly replies.

“And if you think we’re buying this bullshit, you’re sorely mistaken.” I purposely look over at Theo. “Pull up the girl’s location. I think we’ll be paying little sis a visit after all.”

“No!” Taylor shrieks, panic entering her tone. “I swear I did this alone.”

I lean down into her face. “Liar,” I hiss.

She sighs, squeezing her eyes shut for a split second. “Look, it was me and my dad, okay? The club had nothing to do with it.”

“So, Ruben wasn’t coming after me because I killed Luke McKenzie?” I probe.

“Yes. He wanted you dead for that, and that stupid asshole Corr was supposed to take care of you at the training facility, but that was before Ruben was arrested and the club came under new leadership. The order went out that you weren’t to be touched, forcing us to take matters into our own hands.”

My eyes meet Galen’s as I try to work out if she’s telling us the truth or not. His gaze suggests he’s as suspicious as I am.

“If you wanted revenge for your sister’s murder, why target the guys?” I ask.

“They weren’t innocent either. They used Parker’s intel to burn the drug house down, and then they tossed her aside like she hadn’t helped them.”

“Parker was a conniving cunt who was playing every angle,” Galen says. “She turned up at the fight on the losing side. That was her choice, not ours.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter!” she shouts, nostrils flaring again. The chair screeches as she squirms on the seat, her arms straining in obvious pain. “You dragged her into this mess in the first place.”

“Wrong, bitch.” Caz grabs her by the throat. “That honor was Finn’s. He used her as his lackey. He was the one who put her in harm’s way. Your anger is misplaced.”

“Don’t worry. I was gunning for him next.”

“You know where he is?”

She shakes her head. “Pussy took off with his number two. Dad’s trying to find them, but so far, they’re hiding under a rock.”

She reached the same conclusion we did that Finn and Brooklyn took off because they know they have fucked up and made enemies on all sides.

“Were you behind the shootout at the diner?” I ask, moving on to the next topic.

“Yes, but I should’ve just done it myself. Those assholes couldn’t do anything right.”

“You were at the party at Galen’s during spring break,” I continue. “Why?”

“Ruben asked me to broker an arrangement between The Arrows and The Bulls.”

“So, Tempest was the conduit?”

She laughs. “Oh, please. That trailer-trash dumb bitch couldn’t fucking sell oil to the Arabs. She helped me get close to Darrow Knight, and that’s about as useful as she was.”

A throbbing pain in my temples has me swaying a little on my feet, and Saint slides his arm around me, keeping me steady.

Taylor laughs. “Having trouble standing, Harlow?”

Galen darts forward, slapping her viciously. A flash of pain races across his face, and I know that cost him. “You’re lucky you’re still breathing, cunt. Don’t push your luck.”

She spits out a mouthful of blood, sending daggers in all our directions. “I’ve answered your questions. Now let me go.”

We burst out laughing, angering her further. She hisses, narrowing her eyes, and the chair wobbles as she struggles against her restraints to no avail.

I slip out of Saint’s hold, putting my face all up in hers. “Who the fuck said anything about letting you go? The deal was we wouldn’t go after your little sister, and we’ll stick to our word.”

“Just kill me already then,” she snaps. “Put a bullet in my skull and be done with it.”

That had been the original plan, but now I’m rethinking things. I straighten up, smoothing a hand down over my hair. “Nah.” I shake my head. “There’s no fun in that.” Honestly, if I wasn’t so dead on my feet, I would gladly stay here and torture the bitch for a couple hours, but I’m barely keeping my eyes open, and Galen is about to conk out, so we’ll have to put it on ice.