Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Start talkin’, Karen,” I urge, because come to think of it, I haven’t seen Briella today either.
I make a note to call Mykel to see if he’s still got eyes on her.
She can’t go too far when she knows she’s being watched.
“She came to me probably four days ago and told me she found out she has a sister. A sister that was sold by Dax and that was the reason her mom got killed, because she was trying to find her. She said she also has an idea where Dax lives, and said something about breaking in to find information. I made her promise she wouldn’t, but ... I don’t trust that.”
My blood runs cold.
How in the ever-loving hell did Briella find out about Cova?
I’ve known about Cova for a long time, I also know that my dad has been spending every waking hour of his life trying to find her. What I don’t know is how the fuck Briella found out. Better yet, how the fuck she knows where Dax lives.
I stand, my seat skidding backward. “We need to find her, now.”
I know Briella, I know her better than anyone.
She’s not going to stop until she finds Cova.
She’s not going to let this one go.
She’ll get herself killed.
Karen stands and the two of us rush out the door, me on my phone calling Mykel.
“Yo,” he answers.
“Tell me you’re with Briella?”
“Yeah, she’s sittin’ at Cohen’s joint on his laptop. Got eyes on her right now. Why’s that?”
“Tell her not to move.”
I hang up and turn to Karen. “I gotta go stop this shit before it goes further. Appreciate you tellin’ me.”
Karen nods, but she already looks like she’s regretting it.
I don’t have time to worry about that right now.
I get into my truck and hot tail it over to Cohen’s, my mind racing the entire time. What the actual fuck is happening right now.
How does Briella know all of this stuff?
Better yet, why is she keeping it from me?
Fuck.
This is not good.
It’s not good at all.
“WHAT’S GOING ON, FLICK?” Briella asks me when I practically haul her up and drag her outside so we can talk.
I narrow my eyes, and in a rough voice, I say, “I’ll give you one chance to tell me what you know, how you know it, and explain why the fuck you’re thinkin’ of riskin’ your own life. Go.”
She stares at me, narrowing her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”
“Do not fuckin’ lie to me, Briella. I can handle a lot of things, lyin’ ain’t one of them. Now speak, or I’ll make you speak.”
I’m angry, fucking wild.
She’s keeping shit from me, and she’s doing it with the inteintion of sneaking around behind my back for her own answers.
I’m not okay with that.
At-fucking-all.
“Excuse me?” she whispers, her voice low and angry. “Me? A liar?”
Fuck.
“We’re not here to play games, Karen came and told me everything. Now you tell me the fuckin’ truth.”
For a moment, Briella looks like someone has slapped her. Betrayal washes over her face, and she jerks back just a little. Then, I see the same wild anger I’m feeling fill her features. She steps closer and growls, “The truth? Are you serious right now, Alarick? The fucking truth? You’re as big of a god damned liar!”
“How did you find out about Cova?” I demand.
She looks startled for a moment, completely shocked. “What?” she gasps.
“Cova, who the fuck told you about her?”
“You knew about Cova?”
Fuck.
I stare at her, and the realization that she had no idea I knew becomes apparent as the betrayal in her face becomes so deep I can feel her pain.
“Briella ...”
“You knew about Cova?” she screams, stepping closer again. “For how long?”
“Briella ...”
“How long, Alarick?”
“For fuckin’ years,” I bark.
She looks like I’ve just ripped her heart out and stomped on it.
“All these years, all that time, you’ve seen me suffer and you’ve watched me sink and all along you knew I had a sister out there. All along you knew why my mother got killed.”
“I didn’t fuckin’ know it back then,” I tell her, but it’s beside the point. “I only found out after you’d gone.”
“You. Still. Knew.”
“I had good fuckin’ reason to keep it from you. It’s dangerous, and it wasn’t worth the risk of gettin’ you killed tryin’ to find her.”
“That wasn’t your call to make!”
“I didn’t fuckin’ make the call,” I bellow.
“No, King did, right?” she laughs bitterly. “He makes all the calls and you just go along with it, like a good little boy.”
“You fuckin’ watch your god damned mouth,” I growl.
“How long did you know he was alive?” she snarls, her face so fucking angry it’s hard to see and not want to pull her in and make this whole fucking thing better.
“I’ve known the whole time,” I say, my voice scarily calm all of a sudden.