Fallen Stars and Broken Dreams - C.C. Masters Page 0,87
her open up and answer all of our questions without being able to hold back.”
I growled at him, too angry for words.
Kash avoided my eyes. “It didn’t hurt her,” he said defensively. “She’s fine, and Abby was watching her all night.”
“Abby knew?” I asked in disbelief.
Abby had been hesitant to follow through with our plan last night. However, she buckled under the promise of a cash prize for the information she coaxed Katya into revealing. It turned out that I was right, and expensive shoes meant more to her than friendship.
Even though it was me that had set the events up last night, I was harboring anger toward Abby for how easily she betrayed the one person who was willing to offer her genuine friendship for nothing in return. Katya trusted Abby implicitly, despite warnings to the contrary. But Abby? She’d be willing to sell the same information to a higher bidder. It was dangerous to keep Abby so close, but I needed someone who Katya trusted. Abby would keep me up to date with Katya’s every move and give me the inside track to her motivation.
Kash looked at me in surprise. “Of course, Abby knew. I helped her put it in Katya’s drink and told her the time frame of when she could ask questions.”
“And the side effects?” I demanded.
Kash shrugged with a nervous twitch. “My guy said it was safe. It could cause slower breathing and heart rate with some sleepiness. She might also get amnesia about being questioned.”
I cursed.
“She’s young and healthy,” Kash insisted. “It won’t really hurt her.”
“She’s tiny,” Kingston interrupted. “She barely weighed anything when I carried her up the stairs.”
I rubbed my face, worry bleeding into my voice. “Our goal wasn’t to kill her.”
“Mav,” Kash said regretfully. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think.”
I leveled a glare in his direction but didn’t answer.
“We’ll keep an eye on her,” Kingston said seriously.
“And if she gets worse, we’ll bring her to the hospital,” I told them in a tone that left no room for argument.
Kash murmured his agreement, and the only thing that stopped me from punching him in the face was the fact that he genuinely hadn’t thought this through. He and King never did.
“Find out what it was,” I ordered Kash. “And if we need to get her medical attention based on the symptoms that she has right now.”
Kash nodded, but Kingston still looked worried.
“Do you think we should call a doctor, just in case?” he asked.
“Dude, do you know how much hell could rain down on me from this?” Kash asked. “My dad…”
His voice trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence. We were well aware of what Kash’s father was capable of.
“If it comes down to it,” I said as I grasped his shoulders. “I’ll take the blame for it. But for now, our first priority is making sure Katya is okay.”
Kash gave me a strange look. “I’ve never seen you give a fuck about a girl before.”
“I’ve never had my cousin inadvertently try to kill one before either,” I grumbled in response.
“Mav is worried because he has a massive crush on Kitty Kat,” Kingston informed Kash.
“I thought she was the devil incarnate, here to destroy your family?” Kash asked in confusion.
Kingston laughed. “Nah, she’s cool.”
It was true that I’d painted a grim picture of Katya for Kash, but that was before he came back to Bedford. When I first met Katya, I was convinced that she and Nina were two sides of the same coin. Katya was slowing proving me wrong, but I still didn’t trust her.
“Regardless of whether or not we like her, I don’t want to see her die,” I told Kash seriously. “Putting something in her drink went too far.”
Kash and King both needed to understand that this wasn’t a joke. Something like this could have seriously hurt Katya. They both knew that we didn’t fuck around with drugs. Doing a line of cocaine or smoking pot wasn’t worth the potential of failing a drug test and having to sit out part of the hockey season. Giving an illegal substance to someone who was completely unaware crossed a line that I never thought I’d have to explain to either of them.
Kash looked chastised and pulled out his phone, texting his dealer. That idiot was going to be the death of me one day.
“Next time you feel the urge to drug someone,” I growled at him. “Check with me first.”