Page 91 of Never Let Me Go

“Sounds like a motive to kill someone if you ask me,” Henn growls, shaking his head. Sawyer sucks in a breath, his shoulders tensing. I grab his hand and give it a squeeze.

“Except he doesn’t get that now.”

“Vengeance is always a sound motive to kill someone,” Streak points out and a few of them nod in agreement.

“Are we sure that he knows he was taken off the will?” Smith asks.

I shake my head. “Clearly things weren’t good between us right before the accident but I don’t see how he could know.”

“So,” Sawyer continues, leaning back in his chair as he pulls my chair closer. “As far as he’s concerned, as soon as he kills you, he’s in for the biggest payday of his life.”

“Hey, speaking of payday,” Streak says, flashing me a wide smile. “I would love a new bike.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” Sawyer snaps, reaching around me to shove him. Laughing, he holds his hands up.

“Chill, man. It was just a joke.”

Sawyer sends a cold look around the room. “And it will be the last fucking one I hear. She trusted us with this information and if y’all are assholes about it, I’m out.”

“It won’t happen again,” Blaze agrees, sending a glare at Streak and he nods.

“Okay, boss. Sorry, Juliette.”

“Now,” Blaze snaps, smacking his gavel on the table. “Back to the matter at hand. How do we deal with Gavin?”

Streak shakes his head. “There is no proof. The car accident and the shooting in the woods look like accidents or coincidences. As for the fire, I’ve reached out to Rodriguez and fire investigation has nothing yet.”

“And you can’t find anything on this guy?”

“There’s literally nothing to find because eighteen months ago, Gavin Hale didn’t even exist.”

I release a breath as my heart stalls and the information seeps into my mind.

“And let me tell you, whoever faked his paperwork is damn good because I had to mine that shit out of the deepest corner of the dark fucking web. For nine months, he lived a seemingly normal life and then he met Juliette. He’s spent every cent he had trying to pretend that their lifestyles were similar and now, he’s broke as a joke.”

“Another option for his motive,” Storm muses and Streak nods.

“But it doesn’t matter ‘cause we still don’t have proof.”

“What if I wear a wire?” I suggest, sucking in a breath as my mouth goes dry. “And confront him.”

Sawyer shakes his head as he glares over at me. “Absolutely not.”

“Actually…”

“No,” Sawyer barks, turning his rage to Streak, who sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Look, I get it, okay? You love her and you can’t stand it if anything happens to her but if we don’t do something, I have a feeling this won’t end well for her. You guys barely made it out of that house unharmed and each time he attempts something, he gets a little bit closer to succeeding.”

I lay my hand on Sawyer’s and he meets my eyes. “He’s right. We have to end this.”

“I am not risking your life for this,” he growls, begging me with his gaze to side with him but as I think about the fire, I can’t do it. Streak is right. We’ve been incredibly lucky up until now and I can’t take the risk that next time, we won’t be.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m doing this.”

Blaze hits his gavel against the table and stands up. “I’ll call Rodriguez.”

We stare at each other as the rest of the guys get up and file out of the room and when we’re alone, he pulls me out of his chair and into his lap as he shakes his head.