“No! Jesus. I thoughtyouwere handling it this weekend. Isn’t that what you promised?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then why would I go through all the trouble to take her out if you could accomplish the same goal while letting her stay alive?”
Okay, so the viper sounds sincere. But that doesn’t eliminate her twin. “Would Saint have any reason to go after Kirsten?” I ask before pointedly glancing down at her still flat belly. Stella’s lips part in a gasp then looks to Dre who seems none the wiser. Jesus. Is he blind?
“No, Saint has his hands full with trying to get my sister back from the Sannas.”
Right. That drama.
“Fine, so if it wasn’t any of you, then who the hell was it?”
“What actually happened?” Creed asks. “Start from the beginning.”
“A man started shooting at her in an alley last night. He missed. I chased him. He tried to climb over a dumpster, and when I grabbed him, he fell on his head. That was the end of our Q and A session.”
“You killed him?” Zara whispers.
“He killed himself by not putting a hand out when he fell on his damn head. I tossed him in a dumpster and covered him with garbage afterward.”
“Ew,” Stella says right before she takes off to the bathroom again, yelling, “Sorry!”
Zara bites her lip to keep from smiling.
“I’ll go check on her this time,” Dre says. “I don’t know why she won’t let me take her to the emergency room or an urgent care. She’s been puking her guts out all week!”
Once he’s gone, Creed whispers to Zara, “Is she pregnant?” Zara nods and puts her finger to her lips, narrowing her eyes at her husband and then me.
“I won’t say a word. I figured it out as soon as she walked in the door,” I tell her. “Dre is an idiot.”
“She’s waiting to tell him after the charges are dismissed. Which is why you need to take care of that like yesterday,” Zara huffs.
“I was going to take care of it yesterday, and then bullets started flying!”
Creed sighs and scrubs his palm down his face. “I’ll be glad when this nightmare is over, and things can go back to normal.”
“Me too,” Zara agrees with her hand resting on her bump. “Maybe Dre just doesn’t want to see what’s right in front of him, knowing what the future may hold…”
“No, he’s completely clueless,” Creed mutters. “And it’s best if he stays that way so he doesn’t do anything rash.”
“Exactly,” Zara concurs, giving me an arched eyebrow heavy with disappointment.
“Fine, it was none of you, so I’ll go get back to work,” I tell them and start for the door. “But if I find out one of you lied to me, there will be hell to pay.” I point a finger at the two of them in warning.
I need to call Natalie and see if she can figure out a way to get Kirsten’s fine ass back to the club tonight.
Kirsten
“Hey, where did you disappear to last night?” Natalie asks when she Facetimes me Saturday afternoon. I debate whether to tell her the truth. “Did you end up with the hot guard in a private room?”
“No. Afteryoudisappeared into a private room, I went outside to get some air, and he followed me.”
“Oh. Did you take him home with you?” she asks excitedly.
“No. There was someone else in the alley and he…He fired a gun at us. At me. The guard jumped on me and then chased after him.”
“Oh,” she says, wide eyes blinking in surprise. “He jumped in front of gunfire to protect you?” It sounds like she’s having a hard time believing that, but it’s exactly what happened.
