“I never said it wasn’t serious,” I reply. Ok. Maybe I didn’t take it as seriously as I should have, but I understood. “My life can’t stop because of this, though.”
“Goddamnit, Les,” Dex says hotly. “Two of those pictures implicate you and Leo in two different murders.”
“I’m aware,” I say evenly. “What do you expect me to do?”
“How about not going alone to meet f*****g Zane?” Ryder says through gritted teeth, tossing the picture of Zane and me on the table. I notice that Zane’s face isn’t scratched out; it is just my guys.
“I already got s**t for that, Ryder,” I tell him, sitting up on the couch. “I promised I wouldn’t.”
“No more going out without at least two of us,” Ryder orders, and I can feel my blood boil. “No more little f*****g trips to your cabin or anywhere else this freak kn
