“Still,” I said, “it’s three against one. I don’t see any backup.”
“I don’t need backup,” Dominic said. “I was trained by the best.”
“Yeah? I was trained by my psycho father, so don’t get any ideas.” I took a sip of bourbon.
Dominic didn’t miss a beat. “I was trained by my psycho brother.”
I nodded. “Cade. Cade Booker is your brother.”
“Half brother, actually.” Dominic signaled the bartender. “Draft, please.”
“What does Cade Booker have to do with any of this?” Ryan asked.
“He’s the psycho who pepper-sprayed Joe and me and then went on the run,” I said. “He’s an attorney in the city, former FBI guy. Ruby probably knows of him. Maybe we should have her meet us here.”
“Are you nuts? I’m not dragging my wife into this.”
“Your wife would want to be dragged into this,” Talon said. “She’s probably better with a gun than you are.”
Dominic raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said. “Ruby’s an ex-cop, but I guarantee you I’m every bit as good with a piece as she is, and I’ve been shooting way longer.”
“Slow down,” Talon said. “Seems you and Joe have been keeping things from us, Bryce.”
Dominic chuckled.
“I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you,” I said. “We can still have you dragged out of here in cuffs.”
“You haven’t ye
t.”
“We’ve explained why. I also warned you not to push me.”
“I told you I was working on orders from your father,” Dominic said, nodding to Talon and Ryan, “and that’s the God’s honest truth. I’m not the enemy here. But I know who is.”
“Your brother.”
Dominic scanned the bar. “Let’s get a table. You said you have information for me.”
Of course. He was calling my bluff.
“I’d say you have information for us,” I said. “I’m not telling you a damned thing until you spill every detail about your half brother and anything else you know.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Marjorie
My blade was gone. It was sealed in an evidence bag somewhere, even though no charges had been filed against Colin.
My friend.
My friend was gone.
Forever.
I could still feel its phantom brand against the top of my breast where it sat between my flesh and the fabric of my bra, just waiting to be plunged into Alex’s neck.