When she’d woken up from being sedated, I’d seen her lock something deep inside her. Sure she talked about what happened, but never about what happened to her. We talked about how Ensley played the both of us. I apologized for thinking Ensley had been her when she’d come to talk to me at Sinner’s Cove. I hated myself for it, but Enya being who she is forgave me.
For the past month, when I’ve had to go help deal with something, I kept someone on the house to keep an eye out to make sure nothing happens.
We haven’t found that fuckwad of a stepfather who hurt my woman but we will. Preacher hasn’t given up any information, and according to Finley and her right-hand man, Cedric, he’s been fuckin’ with them more now.
Dean offered to assist them, but Finley waved him off claiming she didn’t need any more help, that she had all the help she needed. Guess we’ll see how that goes for her and the rest of her people.
I clear my head of thoughts of the past when I step into Sinner’s Cove. We’re supposed to be having a meeting after Beau found some information for us and we need to handle it. Where Marc is the man Dean uses for tracking someone down, Beau is who he uses for finding all sorts of information on his computer.
I, for one, hope it’s the whereabouts of Enya’s stepfather.
In the main room of the club, the stages are stranded since we don’t open for three hours. Kit-Kat is sitting at one of the round tables with her legs crossed. Superiority pours off of her, and I wonder how she’s still single. Then again, it’s not my business.
Taking the seat between her and Marc, I lean back and glance between the two of them. “What’s going on?” I ask, seeing the way Marc holds himself stiffly.
“Nothing,” he grumbles.
“Oh, he’s just mad because I called him out on something and he’s sour about it,” Kit-Kat giggles.
“What?” Furrowing my brows, I look between the two of them again. “Do I even want to know?”
“Just leave it be. It’s nothing and it ain’t gonna be anything,” Marc growls in frustration.
“We’ll see,” Kit-Kat says, smiling widely. “I’m taking bets as to which one of you will fall next,” she calls out loudly, waving her hand.
“I say it’s gonna be Marc,” Dean states when he joins us.
“Not gonna happen,” Marc mutters.
“I don’t know, I’m thinking it might be Chance or Iasan,” Mitch chuckles.
“What? Me?” Iasan seems surprised. “Why not Ian or Beau? I ain’t ready to settle down like you assholes.” He smirks, and it’s then I notice Ian’s missing from the meeting.
“Where’s Ian?” I ask, changing the subject.
“He went out of town. Called me this morning to let me know. Evidently, his mom called to tell him some bad news and he had to get home,” Mitch mutters.
“And you believed him?” Marc growls.
What the fuck?
It’s then I understand.
“Ian’s the traitor, isn’t he?” I ask.
“We don’t know for sure, but we think so,” Dean confirms.
“Fuck. He was supposed to be watching Enya the night she came to the club.” Fists clenched; I slam my hand on the table in front of me. I want the fucker back here so I can kill him with my bare hands.
“That’s when I started to suspect him,” Mitch states.
Shit.
“So, what? We let him just get away?” I sneer.
“No, I’m going after his ass,” Marc declares, his voice ruthless.
Nodding, I do my best to calm down.
We finish going through the meeting, finding out about things that are happening, and that while Marc is looking for Ian, Beau is gonna step up in his place. I’ll have to deal with more shit.
Before we can wrap up the meeting, Mitch’s phone rings. He answers it since Alison is pregnant and has to be able to reach him.
“You okay?” he asks. “Shit, okay, I’m on the way.” Disconnecting, he looks around the room wildly. “It’s too early, but Alison is going into labor,” he announces and heads for the door.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I hope Alison and the babies are okay and that nothing happens to them.
Leaving the club, I swing by the house and pick up Enya on the way to the hospital. I know she’d want to be there to show her support for Alison and Mitch. The two of them had become close over the past few weeks.
We’ve been sitting here for a couple of hours now when Enya looks at me with a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I ask cautiously. I knew she didn’t like hospitals because of her mom and the time she had been here.
“I . . . um . . . I just remembered something sitting here,” she stutters nervously, licking her lips.
Furrowing my brows, I pull her closer. “What did you remember?”
“Um, I don’t know why it came to me now, but . . . ugh . . . the night when you found me, my, um, stepfather . . . he got a call. I recognized the voice, but I didn’t know who it belonged to,” she whispers, darting her gaze around the room as if she were looking for someone.
“Do you remember who?” If it’s who I think it is, she’ll be confirming what we all suspect.
“I don’t want to accuse someone just in case I’m wrong, but Kenyon, I swear the guy on the phone sounded just like Ian,” she whispers apprehensively.
Shit.
Looking to Dean, then Marc and the rest of the men filling the waiting room, I decide this can wait for tomorrow. Tonight is about Mitch and Alison. Come tomorrow, though, I’m going after Ian with Marc and putting an end to the motherfucker who helped someone like Enya’s stepfather.
I’ll have my answers.
Epilogue
Enya
Three Months Later
“Are you sure?” Alison asks, eyes wide in surprise as she stares at me from across the table. She then moves her gaze to Lillian and Zoe.
I’d just
