Savage Little Lies (Court Legacy 2)

And he would have had he been there. I’d been dumb.

I should have trusted him.

I should have trusted all of them, Wells and Thatcher too. They never would have agreed with what I’d done, but knowing the mindset I’d been in, I would have done it anyway. I would have, and I know my friends would have been there with me. They would’ve supported me.

I guess I wasn’t good at dealing with heavy shit either.

Like Thatch, I kept my shit to myself. I did that to protect others. I wanted to carry the burden, always, and that left stuff off my buddies’ back.

Wolf twitched my way. “But what about Sloane?”

I twitched myself after what he’d said, the last thought I’d ever thought would come out of his fucking mouth. “What—”

He came forward. “You said your grandfather went by Montgomery, right? As in the Callum Montgomery who took in Sloane and her brother?”

“Yeah.”

“So what’s that mean for them? What…” His mouth opened and closed, my buddy’s eyes flashing. “What is he doing to them? Sloane and her brother? What is he doing?”

Bruno Sloane had been in our friend group for a brief time, and Wolf had felt guilt after setting him up with that haze.

I also knew Wolf didn’t hate the kid. He’d wanted to in the beginning, like all of us. His sister had gotten in the way of things with Charlie.

Fuck… his sister.

They’d both played us, all of us. My jaw moved. “I’m sorry, man. But Bruno’s in on shit.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about his sister, bro.” I hated that my throat was fucking thick while talking about her. I forced that shit away, blinking. “Sloane is in deep with my grandfather. She helped him today. All of this was her and him.”

I didn’t know how much. I didn’t know the details, but a lot of fucking things were coincidental when it came to the two of them and my arrest this morning.

My buddy let go of me, and I realized he had his hands on me, my shoulders. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m saying four people knew where I was today. Four, bro, and none of you guys called my fucking grandfather.” Grandfa

ther had been smart, I’d give him that. He definitely looked like the hero today. I raised my hands. “Next thing I know, I’m arrested, and my grandfather comes to get me out. He comes there with her, the only other person who knew where the fuck I was outside you guys.”

Wolf said nothing, his eyes blindly scanning the room. His irises darted left and right as if he were trying to solve the most intricate math problem.

And he appeared pale.

He visibly paled in front of me, sitting down slowly. I could imagine all this shocked him, and maybe, he wasn’t surprised. He hated Sloane.

Maybe he’d always known.

I joined him, my hands together. “Between the two of them, they made my grandfather basically look like a hero,” I cut, jaw tight. “Fucker comes in on his white horse to save my ass. You should have seen him. He was so fucking smug.”

He looked like he pulled one over on me, and he had. I’d been shocked to fucking hell when he showed up.

“Did he say that?”

“What?”

Wolf captured my attention. His swallow worked his throat. “Did he say that’s what he was trying to do? That Sloane and her brother were…”

“Working with him?”