Tito straightened. “Are you going to let her beat me, Hart?”
I couldn’t tell whether he was talking to me or Duke because he didn’t take his eyes off Jade.
I inched closer to my girl. Tito didn’t have any weapons on him, but he might decide to use his fists. “Jade, let me handle this.”
Movement caught my eye in my peripheral vision. Mallory inched in and hovered around the bar, watching Jade.
Jade snarled at me. “Not a chance. Don’t you want revenge too? He killed his brother and framed you.”
Lou gasped. “You killed your own brother?”
Tito took a step back. His dazed, dark, guilty expression ricocheted off Lou, Duke, me, then Jade.
I didn’t have time to find out how she knew because I was focused on Tito. “Well?” I tried to keep my voice steady and my body from lunging at the motherfucker. “Did you kill Hector?”
Jade pushed him on his ass.
Tito grunted as his backside hit the floor. He glared at Jade.
I was frozen as I watched Tito, waiting for him to say something.
“Tell me, asshole,” Jade shouted at the top of her lungs. “I want to hear that you’re responsible for my sister’s death.”
Jade’s elevated voice kick-started my legs, and I closed the distance between us. “I want to hear how you killed your own brother.”
Lou shook his head. “That’s fucked up.”
Tito seemed to crawl into himself as though he wanted to hide, which was odd with the big personality he had. I’d never seen him cower. But the defeat written on his face disappeared as he rose.
He brushed his hand down his jeans. “You don’t have any proof.” His cocksure attitude was back as he jutted out his pointy chin.
Jade shuddered as she tossed a look over her shoulder at Mallory and held out her hand.
30
Jade
My hands shook as I unfolded Savannah’s letter. I’d gotten lucky that Tito was even there. The only reason I was at The Monarch was to ask Duke where Denim was meeting Tito. I hadn’t even been sure Duke was part of that meeting.
Nevertheless, I was ready to see Tito suffer long and hard. Mallory had tried to stop me, but I was too far gone to listen to her or anyone. I had one mission—get revenge for Savannah.
Tito watched me, unmoving, with dots of fear in his dark eyes.He better not move.I was ready to shoot him dead with the gun I’d taken from Duke’s bedroom. The guards hadn’t frisked me. One had tried until I kneed him in the groin, so the other one had backed off.
I’d never had the urge to hurt another human being, but I itched to do something to this man who was evil and didn’t deserve to live.
The club was deathly quiet except for the rustling of the paper and the pounding of my pulse in my ears.
I skimmed down to the lines I wanted Tito to hear and started to read aloud.
“The two women in the gang who beat me were Greta Sanchez and Louise Collier. They were operating on orders from Tito Alvarez. I don’t know how he found out I knew about him being at Hector’s. I never told a soul except Duke.”
I held up the letter in front of Tito. “Be a man and take charge of your actions.”
He cocked his head, and blood trickled down his upper lip. “Those girls won’t talk.”
An odd sound erupted from me. Tito was going to come clean before we left this club, before he had a chance to run or disappear, and before he had a chance to kill me or Denim.
I checked on Duke, who was standing as stoic as ever. If he weren’t standing, I would’ve bet the man didn’t have a heartbeat. “Did you throw Savannah under the bus? Did you have a hand in her death?”
