in her chest. She willed it to slow.
“We need to go,” she said.
“In a minute.” Leaning against his door, Carson spread his arm comfortably along the back of the seat. “Why don’t you start talking? Are these the same people who shot at us?”
“I don’t know.”
“Enough lies.” His tone lined with steel, he sat up and dropped his arm.
When she only stared silently at him, he swore again, his mouth twisting. With a savage flick of his wrist, he started the ignition. Once out of their hiding place, he pulled back onto the highway, continuing north.
Brenna watched the speedometer climb to eighty again, unable to resist a quick glance behind them at the now-deserted highway.
“No headlights.” Carson confirmed. “Tell me the truth. Are you working with them?”
“Working with—” She shook her head. “Of course not. I don’t believe in random violence.”
He regarded her strangely. “Your brother does.”
“My brother’s in trouble,” she muttered. “I don’t know how or why, but he is.”
His short bark of laughter contained no humor. “In trouble? Of course he is. Besides having the DEA, ATF and FBI after him, he has to worry about rival gangs. It’s only a matter of time until one of us finds him. I wouldn’t want to be in your brother’s shoes right now.”
There was something in his voice. Pain. Bitterness. Rage.
“It’s more than that with you,” she said, keeping her eyes on his shadowed profile.
At that his head snapped up, his gaze icy again. “What do you mean?”
“You’re too angry. With you, it’s personal.”
She thought he might deny it, even as the fury that momentarily darkened his eyes betrayed him. But after a moment of chilly silence, he gave her a cold smile and nodded.
“My wife and daughter are dead because of Hades’ Claws.” He might have been discussing the weather, so remote was his voice. “They thought they’d killed me, too.”
His unspoken anguish sliced through her, sharper than any knife. “Were you shot?”
“In the back. I nearly died. Now I want the ones who killed my family.”
She swallowed. “Surely you don’t think Alex was part of that.”
“Yeah, actually, I do.”
She couldn’t believe it. There were a hundred reasons why Alex couldn’t be the killer he sought, but she couldn’t give him any of them.
“Now.” With one hand on the steering wheel, he grasped her chin with the other. “I want the truth. Are those goons who shot at us and chased us Hades’ Claws?”
Furious, Brenna tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. “How would I know? If Alex is, as you say, involved with this gang, he wouldn’t let them endanger me.”
His expression turned dark. “They want me dead. They should have killed me when they had the chance. Now they’ll have to wait until I’m done.”
“Wait until—” She stared at him. “Are you saying you want to die?”
“Not until I find the people who destroyed my life.”
He hadn’t said no. What kind of man…? But she knew. He hurt. Like a wounded animal, Carson would seek death rather than continue to endure horrific pain.
Shaken, she looked away. There was no way she could fathom such grief.
“If you’re in on this, now’s your chance to come clean. I can get you government protection if you testify.”
“I’m not in on anything. Alex would never…” She didn’t bother to finish.
“I’ll shut up about it for now,” Carson finally said. “But if you’re not with them, you’re in danger. Hades’ Claws mean business.”
This time she smiled. “I can take care of myself.”
“Sure you can.” His mocking tone belied his words. “If you really are Alex’s sister, you’d be real good at looking out for number one.”
Every time he spoke her brother’s name, she could taste the hostility.
“I am his sister,” she said. “And if you knew him at all, you would understand why I can’t believe my brother killed your family.” The words stuck to her tongue. She tried again. “I don’t understand how you can think he did.”
He spoke a vile word under his breath. In the dim light, his features appeared savage, so like one of her people at the moment of change that she stared.
“Understand this, then. I was there. I was shot, but I saw Alex. He had a gun.”
Chapter 2
Stunned, Brenna swallowed. “Alex couldn’t,” she stammered, her words trailing off at the cynical certainty she read on his face.
“The killing was a test to determine Alex’s loyalty. They said he passed with flying colors.”
A sound escaped her, something between a plea and a moan. She had read about this case. “The newspapers said an unnamed biker.”
“Innocent until proven guilty. How could you not know? You’re his sister.” He made the simple sentence sound like a curse. “Or so you claim.”
He thought her brother was a murderer. Worse, he believed she knew and was lying through her teeth. Her throat felt tight, closed in. She couldn’t seem to get enough air. She forced herself to breathe deeply. To swallow then lift her head and look directly at Carson Turner, unflinching. Alex couldn’t have done what this man claimed.
“There has to be some other explanation,” she said. “You were shot. In pain. Maybe you saw wrong. Alex isn’t a murderer.”
Though in effect she’d just called him a liar, to his credit he didn’t threaten or sneer. He didn’t open the door and shove her out with a wave and a quick hasta la vista, baby. No, Carson did none of those things. He merely continued to regard her much like a wolf watches a rabbit caught in a snare, waiting for her to prove her statement.
But she couldn’t, not in words he would believe. She hadn’t been there; she hadn’t seen her brother with a smoking gun. Carson had. Or thought he had.
“What kind of trouble are you in?” Carson asked, breaking into her chaotic thoughts.
Still silent, she shook her head, raising her hands, palms up, in a gesture meant to convey ignorance.
His mouth twisted. “If you want me to help you, you’re gonna have to tell me.”
Startled,
