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Hawke looked at me. “Where are we going?”
Damon metus out front of his clubhouse, looking like he was ready to kill someone as he took a long drag of his Cuban cigar. “I’m taking a damn vacation after this shit.”
“Did you look over the files I sent?”
He nodded. “Yeah, and she was in plain sight. Come on.”
He turned on his computer monitor, hitting a button as a video started to play. It was a woman—Everly walking into Damon’s club to meet with a man. The man’s face was covered by shadows. He was smart and didn’t want me to know who he was. When Everly got to the table, she removed a turquoise wig. Everly knew. She knew I would blame Kadence because of her hair and their similar body physique. Everly was a little smaller than Kadence, but my rage didn’t let me see the inconsistencies. The one picture where I saw Kadence’s face was enough, but I was to blind with rage to see the truth.
“This woman frequents my town, but I never questioned it. I showed her picture to Jethro and Garrett as well, and she’s in their towns, too.”
“So she is trying to scope out. How many people are joining her?” I questioned.
Damon rubbed his temples. “There were rumors of a few, but they were able to be persuaded away from it.”
“I want names so I can make a statement. Thank you, Damon.”
“If you need anything, let me know. And when you are ready to kill her, I'd like to help.”
“She’s mine,” I told him.
Everly hurt the woman I loved, killed the woman my men loved, shot Fallon, and sabotaged everything in my town. She was going to pay, and I would make it hurt.
CHAPTER 62
KADENCE
Remember when I said therapy was pointless? I took back everything I once said, because this had been the best decision of my life—and that was saying a lot. Right now I was fine, but I knew I would have PTSD flashbacks or nightmares, so I wanted to get a jumpstart on it before everything happened.
I knew I still looked rough since the attack only happened two nights ago. My nose was discolored from where he punched me and I had ugly, dark purple bruises on my neck. It was the last time he could hurt me, though. Could I tell her Blaize killed him? Everyone in town knew who Blaize Matthews was, but could I tell a licensed psychiatrist that my girlfriend murdered my ex-boyfriend without there being repercussions or Blaize trying to kill her?
When Dr. Williams saw me, her eyes went to my neck and face. “Did Blaize hurt you?”
I shook my head, tucking a strand of blue behind my ear. “No. Dominic found me.”
“How?”
“My…she was my friend, but she betrayed us. She found Dom and told him where I was. They paid for a private dance, and he was in the room waiting for me.”
“What did he do to you?”
I caressed my neck, wincing at the bruising. “After he told me I deserved what happened to me, he slammed me against the wall before throwing me to the ground. He punched me and then choked me. I wasn’t a damsel. I didn’t wait for Blaize to save me. I kneed him in the balls before I kicked the sh—life out of him.”
“Good. You know what happened to you was not your fault, right?”
I gave her a tight-lipped smile. “It took a lot for me to believe it, but I know. I was a victim regardless of what I did. I’m finally healing my inner child and believing that I am not to blame.”
“You’ve come so far, Kadence. I’m proud of the progress you have made.”
“Me too. I'm not fully healed, and I know it’s going to take more than forgiving the people who hurt me to fully heal, but I’m not letting it hold me back anymore.”
“Excellent. What happened to Dominic?”
I bit the inside of my cheek. “He’s dead. He hurt me, so Blaize hurt him.”
She scribbled it on her notepad, but didn't say anything else about the matter. “You’re safe now, so that’s all that matters. What about this friend?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Uhm, I’m not sure. She vanished. I want to say she’s gone, but I don’t know. Blaize has people watching me to make sure I’m safe until they catch her.”
