I fought back the urge to grin. It was so sexy and almost cute that Trent got worked up when Cash said things about me or to me.
“My outside job was to attend different events for the club, okay?” I said. “There were a handful of us. Dress up skimpy and flirt. Serve drinks. Go to the card games. Sometimes a fight here and there. Just stuff like that. I was a waitress and Gunner asked me if I liked my job. I was trying to save up to get out of this state and I got stuck here. I never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it. I never killed anyone. Things got violent and I was in a corner when they said I had to kill Duke.”
The emotion instantly crept up on me. It made my stomach sick to think that I had come so close to actually killing another human.
I blinked back tears and took a deep breath.
“That’s enough,” Trent said. “Keep going, Prez.”
“Okay,” Trev said.
He showed me another picture. It was a really rough looking guy. Really scary eyes. Eyes I had seen before.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Son of a bitch,” Trent said.
“You’re sure?” Trev asked.
“Positive. He was there all the time.”
“All the time?” Cash asked. His face dropped. “What does that mean?”
“He and Rocco would talk all the time. Go into the meeting room. They’d laugh, have a beer, I don’t know.”
“You served this guy drinks?” Trev asked.
“Yeah.”
“He paid?”
“Not him.”
“Who paid?” Trent asked. He walked to the table and touched my shoulder. “It’s okay, darling, you’re doing great.”
“That man took money from Rocco. Lots of it. He drank for free and took money. Then he’d leave. The last time he was there, after he was gone, Rocco and Gunner had a shot together. They were really happy. Excited.”
Trev looked at Trent.
That’s when Trent crouched down. “Darling, this is really helpful to us. But you need to do something else.”
“What?”
“We need you to call Daxton and act like you’re captive and hurt. We need to lure them closer and attack. We need to use you to do that.”
I stared down at my coffee. The last week had been so peaceful. Now it was going to be nothing but hell.
“We’re at war,” Trev said. “There’s no other way to put it. Things were said and promised that were lies. Now we have to fix it. You owe this to us, Harlee. To this club and to Duke.”
He took out a cellphone and slid it across the table.
“Make the call,” Trev said.
I reached for the phone. The second I lifted it, Trev stood up. He flipped the table over and took out his gun. Trent grabbed my wrists with one strong hand and took the phone out of my other hand.
“Sorry, darling,” he whispered.
Trev pointed the gun at me. “Now let’s make that call…”
**
“Where the fuck are you, bitch?” Daxton growled into the phone.
I was shaking as the gun touched my forehead.
“They have a gun to me,” I said. “I’m held in a chair, Daxton.”
“What?” he asked. “What the fuck…”
“Back Down Devil,” I said. “They got me. They took me. Okay? Everything went bad at that game. I tried… but they were there.”
“Holy shit!” Daxton yelled.
Trent held the phone to my ear.
I heard Daxton running and calling for Rocco.
A door opened, shut, and then there was another thud.
“Put it on speaker,” Trev whispered to Trent.
He did.
“Harlee,” Rocco’s voice said. “Give me your location.”
“A room,” I said. “I’m in a chair. There’s two of them. They have a gun to my head.”
“Who the fuck is there?” Rocco yelled.
“Fuck yourself,” Trev said. “You want to take out our men? We’ll cut you from the ground up.”
“Trev?” Rocco asked. “You think stealing some bar whore is going to rattle me?”
“Let her the fuck go,” Daxton said. “She’s my bitch.”
“Not anymore,” Trent said. “I’ve been tearing up that tight slit all week long, brother. What are you packing over there? A pencil in your pants?”
“I’ll fucking kill them all,” Daxton yelled. “I swear on my life…”
There was more noise and a struggle.
It sounded like someone was dragging Daxton out of the room.
Trev nodded.
He then jammed the gun to my forehead.
“OW!” I yelled. “Shit.”
“Whoa, whoa,” Rocco said. “What’s the play here?”
“The play?” Trev said. “You’ve been doing a lot of talking over there, Rocco. Right in front of this bitch. She’s said quite a bit. I know about your little target chart in the room. You want to come for us? Come right into town and face me man to fucking man.”
“I’ll do that when you have my guns ready,” Rocco said. “That’s where this ends.”
“Then it’s already over because there are no fucking guns.”
“I paid for guns!” Rocco yelled.
“Not according to this bitch,” Trev said. “She said you and Ripper never met before. That you never exchanged money or goods. You’re a fucking liar.”
“I’ll gut that cunt right now,” Rocco said. “She’s fucking with you. Don’t listen to her. She fucking served us drinks!”
“Then I guess we don’t need her anymore,” Trev said.
He moved the gun from me and put a bullet into the corner of a wall.