Page 58 of Poisoned Promise
I do, eventually, and wrap both my hands around it.
“What are you playing at?” I demand as he walks to the couch. “Why the hell am I even here?”
“You know why,” Felix replies as he sits and relaxes back on the couch. “At least you should.”
A shard of ice spears through my racing heart as Felix fixes me with a level stare.
Shit.
Does he finally know the truth of fifteen years ago?
16
FELIX
“Are you telling me you don’t know?”
“I’m too tired for games, Felix,” Dove replies and her eyes droop slightly. Exhaustion clings to every aspect of her now that she’s not fighting for her life, and, after a glance down at the glass in her hand, she moves to the couch and sits next to me.
“I’m not playing games,” I say as honestly as I can. “But you are.”
She doesn’t lift her gaze from her glass. “I don’t play games.”
“Really? Because you’re in the middle of a dangerous one. I took care of the bodies in your apartment.”
Her hazel eyes suddenly snap to me but she doesn’t speak.
“They didn’t work for me if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“But the bastard who tried to run me off the road did.”
“Yes.” I sigh and sip my drink, studying the shadow of bruises around her throat and down her arms. Regret rests heavily in my gut for letting her leave that road without protection, but it’sgood to see the years haven’t softened her skills. “As were the men who attacked your son and that old woman.”
“Mary,” Dove says bitterly. “Her name was Mary.”
“A friend?”
“The best. And my boss.”
“Never knew you to mix business and pleasure.” I sip again, savoring the warmth that blooms from the Scotch. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there in time.”
“Why were you there?” Her eyes narrow. “I told you to leave me the hell alone.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t or you’d be dealing with someone a lot worse than me, and you’d have no idea where your son is.”
She sighs deeply and her eyes close. “Why were you there?”
“I had a tail on Alex.”
Her eyes snap open and she barely hides the building anger inside of her. “What?”
“You really have no idea the kind of mess you’re in, do you?”
“Felix, if you don’t start giving me answers right this fucking second, I’ll?—.”
“What?” I cut in. “Look at yourself, Dove. You took one hell of a beating on top of that car crash. What do you have left in you? Reese got away from you and he’s the slowest of all of us.”
Bitterness twists her mouth and her lips part, but I keep talking before she can spew her insult.
