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I haven’t moved. My limbs are rock solid. I don’t want to move. I want to smash things. I want to rage. The first thing that comes out of my mouth, though, is, “Does Bishop know?” Because if he does and is blaming this on her, I don’t know and won’t be responsible for my actions.
She shakes her head, her eyes going wide in pain. “No, Tillie. Please don’t tell him.”
“Don’t tell him?” I whisper-yell. A little too harshly, I know, but what the fuck?
She pins me with a glare. “You have to promise not to tell anyone…”
“Why?” I ask, searching her eyes for clues. Any clue.
“Because if he finds out, we will all die.”
“What the—”
The door swings open and a seething Bishop is standing in the doorway.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Kitty?”
I feel her leg shake against mine, and I launch off the sofa, standing directly in front of her.
“Bishop. Leave.”
His eyes cut to me. “What? Did she tell you what she did? See…” Bishop steps into the space and I’m thinking of one-hundred different ways that I can knee him in the nuts. I mean sure, he will definitely kill me, but at least it will give Madison time to run away. Madison. “I don’t like being cheated on. I let the first couple of bullshit antics with Nate slide because he’s a King, and we play games, and they never went all the way, and I didn’t call fucking red. At least we’re gentlemen, though. We make your heart beat before your pussy—”
“—Bishop!”
He steps into my space. “Move, Tillie.”