Page 93 of Rune
“And it might be worth your time to get more information out of Carmen.”
“More? I think she’s told me everything.”
“She could tell you how she got your name. Who pointed in your direction? Why? That kind of shit.”
“Right. Yeah. I can do that.”
“Good. And I think this part goes without saying, but your ass is staying in the clubhouse until this is sorted. And, unfortunately, you also have to tell your brothers that they’re stuck inside too. You guys all look too similar to be out on the streets. These shooters don’t seem like geniuses. I don’t want them making mistakes.”
“Yeah, that’s smart.”
“I’d say I’m sorry to give them more reasons to be pissed at you, but this is the clusterfuck you created, man.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I know.”
“Alright. Go talk to your girl. She’s probably had her ear to the door this whole time.”
I didn’t correct him.
About her being mine.
Was it probably another lie?
I don’t know. Maybe.
But it felt right to hear her referred to as mine.
Whether she was or not.
I made my way into the hall, sucking in a steadying breath, then moving into my room.
Carmen didn’t have her ear to the door.
She was on the bed, back against the headboard, my pillow clutched to her chest. The TV was on, but the sound was too low to hear. Her phone was down at her side, and I imagined she’d been in touch with her sister at some point.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” she said, giving me round eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, baby, everything’s fine. The whole club is working on this now.”
“Are you being punished?”
“Punished? No. I mean, I’m not allowed to leave here. Neither are my brothers. Or you. But aside from that, it was more just some uncomfortable conversations about why I’d been keeping shit from the club and my family all this time.”
“Do they blame me?”
“No, of course not. You didn’t do anything.”
“I tried to kill you.”
“Eh, hardly. You were working with bad information. That’s not really your fault.”
“Was that your dad? Who showed up by the beach?”
“Yeah.”
“You look just like him.”
