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were singed, and he smelled like gasoline.”
“Holy shit,” I breathed out. “Did Alamo turn him over to the cops?”
“No fucking way,” Shadow said. “This fucker’s gonna get Dog justice.”
“You should let the police deal with it, honey. You don’t want to get in trouble.”
He cupped my face. “Well, this brings me to the question part of this conversation.”
“What?”
“Do you want me to stay here, or deal with Fred at the club?”
“I want you to let the authorities handle it,” I rasped.
“That’s not an option, Posey, so you need to choose what’s behind door number one or door number two.”
I blinked back tears. “What happens if you go to jail?”
“I won’t.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart, baby.”
I dropped my head to his chest. “I want you to stay here.”
He gave me a squeeze. “Okay.”
“But I know you need to be there.” I met his eyes again. “So, you should go. But I need you to come back here, and soon, okay?”
He stroked the apple of my cheek. “As soon as I can.”
I nodded. “I love you, Nolan Grant. Keep that fact in your heart and your brain and don’t do anything stupid.”
Shadow smiled slightly. “Love you, too, Chernobyl.”
He kissed me, then walked out the door, locking up behind him.
* * *
Shadow
I pulled up to the barn and immediately headed around the back to the basement entrance. Punching in the code next to the door, it buzzed open and I stepped inside. I could hear Alamo and Doc arguing as I made my way to them.
“We gotta call Dalton in,” Alamo said.
“He’s in Scotland, brother.”
“Fuck.”
I saw Doom standing close-by with his arms crossed, but saying nothing.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“That depends on you,” Doom said.
I sighed. “Is the asshole in there?” I nodded to the soundproof room we used to have ‘conversations’ with folks that needed a little discipline.
Doom nodded.
“But you gotta be smart about this, brother,” Doc warned. “We’ve got your back, you know that, but this asshole murdered his mother and her body’s still in his house. The cops are gonna be in this whether we like it or not. It’d be prudent to get in front of this.”
“I can call Dalt and see if he can put in a word with his office,” Doom said.
“I need ten minutes with him first,” I said.
Doom nodded. “I’ll call while you have your time.”
I stepped inside the room and closed the door.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Posey
MOM WOULDN’T STOP hovering and by the time the sun went down, I was ready to scream with frustration. I just wanted to be alone. No. I wanted to be alone with Shadow. Jane tried her best to wrangle the helicopter that was my parent, but in the end, I’d had to lie and say I was exhausted, just so I could escape to my room.
Even Sharon had tapped out and headed back to Otter and Shiloh’s to rest. I hadn’t heard from Shadow in three hours and the worry was gnawing at my insides. I was also sore from head to toe, and desperately wanted to soak in a bath.
If only my place had one.
I compromised and took a long, hot shower, then crawled into bed. I hadn’t realized how tired I actually was, and didn’t wake up until I felt Shadow’s arms wrap gently around me from behind.
“Hi,” I said, rolling to face him.
“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you.”
I laid my hand on his cheek. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?”
“I’m fine, no I’m not hurt, Fred was delivered into the hands of the authorities about an hour ago, but not until after I had a few minutes alone with him.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, that’s the end of story time,” he said, kissing me gently. “I sent your mom home, and she invited Jane to go with her so you could rest. Go back to sleep.”
“Promise you didn’t do anything illegal?”
“Go back to sleep.”
“That means you did something illegal,” I cried, sitting up.
He sighed, leaning up on his arms. “It means, you need to sleep and not worry because it’s fucking done.”
“Nolan—”
“Posey, I’m fuckin’ wrecked. Can I just hold my woman and sleep for a few hours?” he begged, flopping back onto the pillows, and holding his hand out to me. “We can fight about this in the morning.”
I wrinkled my nose and studied him for a few seconds, before stretching out beside him. He wrapped his arm around me and carefully pulled me to him, gentle with my bruises.
“Promise me you’re not in trouble,” I whispered.
“I’m not in trouble, honey.”