“Then get out of the fucking way and let us do our jobs.”
“To you, it’s a job. To me, it’s my life.”
She raised her chin and glared at me.
“I didn’t kill Possum—”
“I’m aware.” She looked down at her perfectly manicured fingernails.
“And, my understanding is that whether I killed him or not, doesn’t matter. The fact that I got him arrested for attempted rape is what set everything in motion.”
She continued glaring at me but didn’t speak.
“Someone threatened me today. Or delivered a threat. They told me that one way or another I’d pay for Possum’s death. I can’t live the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. I have to find out who these people are.”
I could hear voices on the other side of the door; the rest of the team must’ve arrived.
She stood and put her hand on the knob.
“Wait.”
She didn’t turn around, but she didn’t walk out either.
“I’m not very good at letting people help me. Not that that’s what you’re doing, but I’m used to no one taking care of me but me.”
“You have the best guy there is in the world looking out for you. Accept it. Appreciate it. Don’t fuck it up.”
“What happened between the two of you?”
“Ask him.”
Instead of us walking out, Edge came back in with Decker and two other men. “Rebel, this is Grinder and Rile.”
“We’re on limited time,” said Decker. “Tell us what happened today.”
I told them about the man bumping into me in the dining hall and saying I’d pay for Possum’s death, and that he found me outside later and threatened that if I told anyone what he’d said, I wouldn’t be the only one who got hurt. “He made it clear he meant Tee-Tee.”
“Anything else?” Edge asked.
I nodded. “He said a name. Lynch wanted me to know that I’d pay one way or another.”
I watched as Edge looked between the three men and one other woman in the room. “Anything else you want to ask?”
After no one spoke up, they all walked out.
I stayed where I was, eyes closed, arms folded. I could hear Edge in the kitchen after the others left. Part of me wished he would’ve left with them.
I couldn’t get the image out of my head of him and Casper embracing when they didn’t know I was looking. If I went out and faced him now, I knew that instead of keeping my mouth shut like I should, I’d do the same thing to him that I did to Casper and ask if he’d fucked her.
But did I really need to ask? The embrace I saw sure made it appear that way. Maybe he had women on circulation. One in. One out. I happened to be in now, but soon I’d be out, just like Casper.
I hated feeling jealous as much as I hated self-pity.
I rolled my shoulders and stood. Just because I had to leave this room, didn’t mean I had to talk to Edge. I walked out, stormed past him, and stalked down the hall and into his bedroom. Once there, I went into the closet and grabbed the clothes Shadow had given me. I took them into the guest room, threw them on the bed, and went back for more. This time, I grabbed the photos I’d put on his bookshelves. Next, I’d get the boxes that contained the rest of my possessions.
When I got to the bedroom door, Edge stood in the threshold, barring my exit. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t like staying in here. It creeps me out.”