At least he had the grace to not meet my eyes.
“I’m just saying. You’re different with her.”
“I know Emmy. And you know her, too. Are you telling me you think she’s working with the Sons of War? I’m the one who took her.”
“She was there when that shit happened with Braxton. It put her right in your path—”
“Enough.”
Kai’s lips thinned, but he didn’t say anything more.
I let out a small sigh and walked over to him. Cupping the back of his neck, I waited until he looked at me. “I know what I’m doing, Trust me. What you need to do is find out everything you can about Moore’s parents.”
Kai frowned. “His parents?”
I nodded. “Yup. The slimy little bastard might be hard to find, but I doubt his parents are. And they probably know where he is. Find their location and give me the address.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“I’m gonna pay them a visit personally.”
* * *
I thoughtabout what Kai said on the ride home.
It wasn’t fucking possible.
I wasn’t wrong about the kind of woman Emmy was—my woman.
But Kai was right.
There were too many coincidences, and I couldn’t ignore them. Had I really fallen into a trap? Was she the fucking reason Braxton was hunted down in the middle of the fucking street? If that was the case, every interaction we’d had was a fucking lie, and I didn’t know how to swallow that.
It could be.
It wasn’t.
I fucking didn’t know.
I hopped off my bike when I reached the house and shut the engine off. I barely remembered the way inside the house, and before I knew it, I was standing in front of the bed, watching Emmy in the middle of it, still sound asleep.
My heart clenched at the sight of her.
It wasn’t possible.
She wasn’t working with the Sons of War.
If I really thought about it, I could hear the truth in my words, but my mind was a fucking jumbled mess, and I didn’t know how to stop the voices.
Just—
“Dominic?”
I blinked, and Emmy came more clearly into view. I could barely make out her face in the darkness of the room, but the streetlight outside was enough for me to see that she was awake.
“What are you doing, just standing there? Are you watching me sleep?” Her question was asked dryly, almost accepting. As if she was surprised at the action itself, but not really.
I shook my head.
