Page 47 of The Saviors: Part One

I sigh. “No. Can we sit down and talk about this?”

She shakes her head. “Not right now. I want to know why you guys are here.”

Kai steps forward, running his hand down her arm. To my surprise, she doesn’t step back. “Let’s get it all out in the open, in there. Then we can sit down and talk. We all have some explaining to do, Dragonfly.”

I can see the hurt in her eyes, knowing that we’ve been lying to her. But she’s been lying too, so I can also see determination. “Okay. But just know that me and those two have history, and it’s not pretty.”

Understatement. They left her high and dry to fall into the arms of a psychopath. So much is making sense now, and I want to kill Cole and Axel. How the hell can you leave a girl like her? Fucking idiots.

She leads us back into the room, dismisses Baxter, and sits at the head of the table. She levels a glare at Axel. “Why are you here?”

“Documents,” he answers.

“Lie. Try again,” she retorts. Damn, she’s impressive. He bristles, and I won’t hesitate to knock his ass out if he gets loud with her. Judging by the way Kai stiffens beside me, he won’t either. She looks at Cole. “Why are you here?”

“Documents.”

I’m about to tell her the truth when she pulls a Glock out, chambers a round, and lays it on the table aimed right at Axel.

“You going to shoot me, Cupcake?” he sneers.

“In a fucking heartbeat. Now talk.”

Is it an inappropriate time to get hard?

Chapter14

Chelsea

Walking into any meeting like this, you never know what to expect. This whole meeting ended up being a shitshow. Not only did I find out that the two guys I’d been seeing are lying to me, but I also have to see Axel and Cole for the first time in six years—the first two guys to ever break my heart. We were best friends from third grade until after high school, and then they left me without a backward glance.

I feel like I’m going to pass out, throw up, or both. But I can’t show any sign of weakness.

“Jesus. Cut the shit, Axel,” Cole grits out. “Tell her the fucking truth.”

Axel runs a hand over his face, and I can’t put together that this is the same guy from our childhood. He’s always been handsome, but he’s changed. Broad shoulders, big chest, black hair that was always longer on the top and shaved on the sides. His eyes are still dark, and I still see them in my dreams. The eyes that used to look out for me are hardened now. His stubble-covered jaw is clenched, and I can see that muscle pulsing. None of the Axel I remember is looking at me right now.

And Cole. He still has the surfer boy vibe. Sandy blonde hair that still looks sleep tousled. The kind of hair that guys pay top dollar for, he literally wakes up with. The biggest difference is the colorful tattoos that cover every inch of visible skin, even up to the bottom of his chin. And his kind green eyes look sad. I don’t fucking care one bit.

“You made documents for someone, and we need to know why,” Axel finally says.

I raise a brow. “I can’t give you that type of information, and you know that.”

“It was Charlie,” he grinds out.

“I would never knowingly make anything for him, no matter how I feel about you.” That’s the complete truth too. I hated Charlie growing up just as much as Axel and Cole did.

“Would anyone else that works for you do it?” Cole asks, a lot softer spoken than Axel. I see some things never change.

“No one else works for me.”

Axel scoffs. “You run all this by yourself?”

“Yes. I do.”

“This is the number one recommended place for forged documents,” Axel points out.

“No shit. I built it.”