his jaw. There isn’t a hint of scruff on it and I wonder how much the guy must shave to keep it that way. It makes him look younger than his thirty years.
“Keep digging,” I order.
Church isn’t going the way I expected. I thought we’d have a lead on the boss. That hasn’t happened. How the hell did Hank come up clean? That guy has to have dirt in his life. You don’t get murdered for nothing.
Maybe we need to go deeper to get to the crux of what this arsehole is involved in. It’s probably a good thing he’s dead, because I want to kill him myself for dragging Lucy into his shit, and I wouldn’t have made it quick either. When I think about how close she came to having her brains blown out it makes my stomach roll.
Titch scowls. “What fucking difference is going deeper going to make? There ain’t shit there to find.”
It’s pure bullshit. We all know men that dress in suits hide behind legit businesses. Most of them are bigger crooks than we are behind the scenes. I have no doubt good old Hank was the same.
I lean forwards on the table, refusing to believe his words, and hiss, “It makes all the fucking difference. That fucker has put Lucy on the radar of these cunts. We need to know who they are.”
And we need to know it soon. The longer they’re out there the more chance Lucy has of being found.
“Just keep looking,” Rav says, his rings glinting in the light. “There has to be something we’re missing.”
I appreciate him having my corner on this—not that I need it. I can fight my own fucking battles, but I want these men found and I want Lucy protected. As Rav said, Lucy is a loose end and if I was them, I’d want her out of the picture, so she couldn’t go running to the pigs. That puts her in danger, and that thought makes white hot rage lance through my chest.
She deserves better than to end up in some shallow grave, her brains blown out. I won’t let that happen. Not on my fucking watch. Not while I’m still breathing.
It’s more than that, though. If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve felt something for Lucy from the moment she sassed her mouth off at me in the hospital. I liked her courage, her spunk. I got her number under the guise of using it in case anything happened to Sash or Lily, but I liked knowing I could contact her.
“Have you considered that maybe the boss wasn’t the target,” Titch says. His fingers move through his short black hair in a frustrated movement.
I scoff at the idea. He didn’t see her falling apart, her cries of pain for Hank. He didn’t see her shaking in my arms as she struggled to deal with what she’d seen. “You think Lucy pissed off some fucking gang banger and got targeted?”
Titch grits his teeth at my tone. It’s not often I’m on the wrong side of my brothers, but I feel strongly about this. Lucy is the innocent party here, and I believe her story. Look at what happened to Sasha when she thought no one would believe her. Don’t these fuckers learn anything?
“You that blinded by your fucking cock?” Titch demands.
I see red, anger pulsating through my veins. I shove up from my seat, my chair toppling backwards as I do, my rage flaring. No one reacts as I lean across the table and snag a handful of Titch’s kutte, dragging him up out of his chair. My brothers are used to tempers flaring, though I usually keep mine locked down better than this. Lucy is a sore point for me.
“The fuck you say?”
Titch stares back at me defiantly, not even flinching. He might be smaller than my six-foot-three by a good six inches, but that doesn’t mean he won’t fight me. The fucker packs a punch, too. I’ve been on the receiving end of his fist many times in the ring and worn the bruises to prove it
“Let him go, Nox,” Rav demands.
I curl my lip in a snarl and release him with a shove. He’s right, though, when it comes to Lucy I am blinded, but I don’t see her having this secret life. I’d know if she was lying to me. I grew up in this club, living and breathing the mechanics of it. I’ve seen my share of liars, including my