Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(71)

“Actually, I’m a sheriff,” Jillian corrects.

Machete, Mac, and Felix all look at me.

“This way.” Ignoring their stares, I head into the kitchen.

“Stay.” I point at Jillian.

There’s blood all over the floor, and I have to kick Jinx away.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Mac kicks at the body.

“I don’t know.”

Machete squats, looking Jacob over. Reaching forward, he shoves his hand in one of Jacob’s pockets. Machete is always taking shit off the dead. Should have named him Pick, since he’s always pick-pocketing.

“Nice lighter.” He flips open a Zippo before closing and pocketing it.

“He got a phone?” Mac questions.

Machete pulls out a black flip phone. “Yup.” Opening it, he goes through it.

“How do we get him out of here?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We’re in a very busy neighborhood; this is going to be difficult.

“He called Frank,” Mac states, and both Felix and I look toward him.

“When?”

“About thirty minutes ago.”

“That was right before we got back.”

“Got back? What are you doing out with her? Are you f*cking stupid?” Felix stands.

“Why are you even with her?” Machete asks. “You realize what the f*ck you’re doing? What will happen if this gets out?”

Narrowing my eyes, I exhale. “Yeah. I know. It’s complicated.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Mac sneers.

“He’s getting his dick wet,” Felix quips.

“Fuck you, Felix.” His implying she’s just another bitch I use to get my rocks off has me on the verge of laying him out. Blood or not.

“You f*cking traitor.” Machete looks down, rubbing at his cheeks.

Stepping forward, I grit my teeth and get in his face.

“Fuck you, too, Machete. I’m your president. You’re supposed to be here to back me up, not ask f*cking questions.” Looking up, Machete leans his head back and inhales a large breath.

“I hope she’s worth everything you’re about to receive, brother.”

Mac’s eyes go wide as he looks at Jacob’s phone.

“Oh, shit, man…”

“What?”

He tosses me the phone. Opening it, there are dozens of pictures of me and Jillian. Some of us f*cking in the living room, some of us sleeping in her bed. The guy has been stalking us.

“Why would he take pictures of you?” Mac sneers.

“Because, he thought if he brought back the fact that he was sleeping with a sheriff, Frank would protect him.” Felix shoots me a look that speaks volumes.

“You know what you’re doing, brother?” Mac asks.

“I asked him the same f*cking thing. It took this dumb shit only a short time to figure out you’re sleeping with the enemy. How much longer do you think this gig is going to go before this shit blows up?”

“We don’t have time for this, not right now. How do we get this body out of here?”

“I don’t know. We need to move it without anyone noticing.” Mac looks over the body.

Machete rubs his hands together like an evil villain.

“We’re going to need bleach, vinegar, an axe, and a bunch of duffle bags.”

“Felix, call the doctor.” I point at him.

“For what?” He looks me over.

“Jillian’s neck is cut. I want him to look it over.”

“Don’t you think enough people are involved in this shit? Is her * that—”

Without another thought, I slam my fist into his face, his head whipping to the side.

Machete grabs me by the arms, pulling me away.

“Get the f*ck off.” I shake him away and point at Felix. “You’re my brother, and I love you, but, you don’t talk about my property that way!” I roar, my face inches from his.

Slowly, he turns his head toward me and spits blood onto the floor.

“Your what? Have you lost your f*cking mind?!” he screams back.

“Wow, you really like this bitch, don’t you.” Machete looks astounded.

Closing my eyes, my fingers flexing, I glare at him. “Let’s just get this shit cleaned up.”





JILLIAN


Sitting on my couch with Jinx in my lap, I watch Machete leave.

“Call the doctor now,” Zeek orders Felix.

“I’m fine.” I stand, placing my hands in the little pouch of my hoodie.

“See, she’s fine.” Felix points at me, looking at Zeek in the kitchen.

“She’s not fine.” Mac shakes his head, eyeing my neck.

Zeek steps from the kitchen, his eyes shooting daggers at me. “You have blood dripping on your shirt, Jillian. You’re not fine.”

“I can go to the hospital then.” I gesture toward the door. Getting out of here doesn’t sound like a bad idea right about now.

“See, she can go to the hospital.” Felix raises his brows.

“She can’t go to the hospital, Felix.” Mac rolls his eyes.

“You know the hospital asks questions. Fucking call him, Felix.” Zeek’s voice is strained, borderline hostile.