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Adriana
I STARED AHEAD in horror as the sounds of the couple having s*x made me want to throw up. I recognized the woman’s voice right away – it was Brandy’s, and the name she’d cried out had gutted me.
Trevor.
I hung up the phone and threw it across my bedroom, crying. The realization of what was happening seemed to hurt worse than anything I’d encountered in the past. Even the death of my father and best friend seemed to be overshadowed by the heart-wrenching pain I was feeling at the moment.
How could he do this to me?
I crawled into my bed, curled up into a ball, and sobbed. There was no doubt in my mind that Brandy’s baby was Trevor’s and that he’d lied about everything. My mother had been right about him from the very beginning. The man was nothing but a despicable pig and I vowed to never trust anything that came out of his mouth ever again.
Raptor
“YOU FIND ANYTHING?” I asked Tank, still wondering why I hadn’t heard my phone go off. After looking at the call log, I’d found he’d been right. He’d definitely tried calling me more than once. I decided to contact my cell phone provider and rip them a new one. Something was obviously wrong and it was usually their fault.
“Yeah. That’s why I’ve been trying to call you. We’ve learned a lot of s**t. Get a load of this – Misty wasn’t only f*****g Breaker, but she was his Old Lady.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“Yeah. Apparently, they’d hooked up after he got out of prison. We found some emails from her to both Breaker and Mud.”
“Why the f**k was she working for Slammer then?” I said, thinking that Misty was even nuttier than we’d imagined.
“Isn’t it obvious? She’s the rat we’ve been trying to flush out all along. Obviously she was working for us before Breaker died, to get information, and now she’s doing it for revenge. From the sound of her emails to Mud, the woman is looking for vengeance and will do whatever it takes to get it.”
I could hear Misty laughing all the way into the kitchen and it made my blood boil. “You tell Slammer yet?”
“Yeah, he’s pissed off but didn’t seem too surprised by what we’d found.”
“What do we do now?”
“He said he’s working on it. Just watch yourself around that sneaky whore.”
“Definitely. What about the others? What should we tell them?”
“Nothing. They might f**k everything up if they know what’s going on.”
“Good point.” The others meant well but some of them didn’t handle their liquor too well. If Misty got them drunk enough, she could pry anything out of them.
“I can’t believe that b***h has the audacity to come in here and pull this s**t,” I said in a low voice.
“No s**t. As far as I’m concerned, she’s just as responsible for Krystal’s death as Mud. She wants vengeance? She’s going to f*****g get it. Mine. I’m all in this time, brother. Heads are going to roll.”
“I’m behind you, man. Whatever you and Slammer need me to do, I’m in, too. No questions asked.”
“I appreciate it,” he said and then sighed. “I just hope he comes up with something soon because I don’t know how much longer I can keep my cool. Especially now that we know what’s up.”
“No s**t. I’d love to grab her by the hair, drag her out outside, and kick her ass to the curb.”
“I’d like to do more than that,” he mumbled.
“I’m sure you would. You on your way out here now?”
“Yeah. We should be there in about ten minutes or so.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
After we hung up, I finished up the dishes and walked back into the bar.
“Thanks for doing those,” said Misty, when she noticed me. “You saved the day.”
“No problem,” I answered, as cool as a cucumber. “Anything for Slammer’s customers.”
“You work up an appetite yet?” she asked. “Benny should be in soon. He starts at four.”
Benny was the short-order cook and made the best burgers in town. Most people stopped in for his food even more so than for the strippers. “Actually, I’m not sticking around. As soon as Tank gets here, I’m heading out.”
“Where are you off to?” asked Brandy, walking over to us.
“Got some s**t to do. What time are you finished here?” I asked.
“Six.”
“You coming straight home?”
“I was planning on it.” Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”
“Adriana is coming over,” I replied, opening up my wallet. I took out a fifty dollar bill. “Why don’t you go to a movie or have dinner with one of your friends?”
“Oh, I get it – you don’t want me around when your ‘Old Lady’ comes over,” she said, her tone dripping with scorn.
“It would make things less awkward.”
For Adriana. I couldn’t care less, myself.
“Why is it so ‘awkward’, when there’s nothing going on between us?” she asked, shoving the money into the front pocket of her jeans.
“You know why, so quit being a f*****g smartass,” I said, pulling the phone out of my jacket pocket. “Now, can you just give us some time alone? I’m only asking for a couple of hours.”
“Sure,” she said. “Are you calling her right now?”
“I’m thinking about it.” I looked up. “Why?”
“Just wondering.”
“Hey, Brandy, can you go and serve that table over there?” asked Misty as two new customers sat down. “While I go and have a quick smoke?”
“Sure.”
They both walked away and I called Adriana, wanting to hear her voice again. It bothered me that she’d been trying to avoid me the last couple of weeks, and yet, I’d allowed her to do it. That was my mistake and I wasn’t about to let it happen again, even if Brandy was pregnant with my child. Regardless of the outcome, Adriana was part of my future and the hell if I’d let anything come between us.
The phone went to voicemail. I left her a message and then a text, telling her how excited I was to see her later.
Adriana
I STARED AT the text message from Trevor and it made me so furious, I wanted to break something.
I can’t wait to see you, Kitten. I’ve been thinking about you all day long.
“Not all day,” I said between clenched teeth. “You lying asshole.”
I held the phone firmly in my hand, debating on whether or not to call Trevor or just confront him face-to-face. I wanted to see his expression when I told him off, but I was also a little fearful. Fearful that he’d make a scene or try manipulating me into believing that he’d slipped up and would never do it again. That it had only happened during a moment of weakness between him and a woman he’d once loved.
“Screw that. I’m not to give you another chance,” I growled, dialing him back. I would say what I had to say and then hang up, not even giving him a chance to come up with an excuse.
“Trevor,” I said firmly, when he answered.
“Hey,” he said, a smile in his voice. “I’m glad you –”
“Listen to me,” I snapped, my hands shaking so much I could barely hold on to the phone. “I heard you earlier. I heard you f*****g her and I don’t want you to ever come near me or call me again.”
He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Wait, what are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You apparently dialed me by accident when you were f*****g Brandy less than an hour ago.”
“What? f*****g Brandy?” he said, raising his voice. “What the hell are you talking about?”
I laughed coldly. “Like you don’t know. I heard you two! I heard her screaming your name as you banged the hell out of her.”
“Adriana, I don’t know what you’re talking about. For one, I would never bang or f**k Brandy. For two, I love you and I would never screw you over like that. For three, I’ve been in the kitchen at Griffin’s doing dishes. Why are you –”
Rolling my eyes, I cut in. “Oh, you’re good. You’re really good. I’m finished with you and all of your f*****g lies, so save your excuses.”
“Adriana –”
“Stay away from me, Trevor. I mean it this time!” I shouted and then hung up.
He tried calling me back, but I ignored it.
Wiping the tears from my eyes, I grabbed my car keys and left the house. There was a strong chance that he’d rush over and try to talk to me. Beg for mercy. Lie his pants off. I wasn’t about to give him the chance.
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