✔Vengeful Valentine

Sixteen: Adam

Sometimes we have to choose between doing what's right and protecting the people we love.

While I respected Detective Bailey for wanting to help his sister out of the mess she'd gotten herself into, part of me wondered if Priscilla was like Everly. Maybe she felt stuck in the gang. She could have friends or a lover in the Black Vipers. As far as we knew, none of the other Bailey's were involved with them, so I ruled that out right away.

Part of me still wondered if Priscilla wasn't the White Dragon. Something just didn't feel right in my gut about it. I needed to talk to her more myself. I could get her to open up about her role in the gang.

After changing out of my brother's stinky ass clothes and freshening up in the men's restroom, I got myself a cup of coffee then sneaked into the interrogation room they held Priscilla in. Her lawyer still hadn't showed up yet. That didn't surprise me either. They always took their sweet time getting to their clients.

Ensuring nobody paid close attention to me, I eased the heavy door open and stepped inside the small box of a room. Priscilla kept her head down until the door sealed up behind me. She suddenly looked up, acknowledging me with a frown when I took a seat across from her, sipping on my cup of steaming hot coffee.

"Chris is worried about you," I told her, placing my cup down on the table.

"I know. I disappointed him." Priscilla slumped her shoulders, keeping her gaze fixed on the table.

"You wanna talk about how you got involved with the Black Vipers?" I asked.

"Not really."

"How about we discuss you pepper spraying me then. Fuck was that for, huh? I thought you said you wanted to help me."

Priscilla grinned like a mischievous child. "You were asking for it. I couldn't let you arrest me that easily. They were watching me. Had to put on a little show."

"They?"

"I asked for a lawyer a while ago. Nice try though, Adam. Thought you could be clever by dropping in, didn't you?"

"Not really. In fact, I don't care who you deal for. I'm here about something else."

Hopefully she'd let her guard down with a change in the topic. If I pretended to show no interest in her drug dealing, she might let something slip out. It was a long shot for sure, but maybe Priscilla at least knew something about the hit put out on Everly. We'd been grappling at straws for far too long. We'd found no more leads since the Nelson kid and my girl's stalker's been silent for far too long. She had to be planning something.

Priscilla raised a brow. "Oh yeah? What do you want?"

"Did any of your people put a hit out on Everly?" I questioned. "Have you heard anything at all on the streets?"

"My people? You really think I'm in that deep? Nah, I haven't heard anything about that. Rumor has it someone in the Voiceless Rebels is responsible," Priscilla replied. "You're searching the wrong gang."

"Who?" I asked.

Priscilla shrugged. "Shit if I know. I don't associate with that gang. They're crazy. I heard their leader's a cannibal."

The image of Emmett committing cannibalism was morbidly hilarious. How people didn't know the blond bastard's true identity was beyond on me. The only reason I kept his secret was for Everly's sake. If they busted Emmett, I know they'd get Everly too.

"You're sure you've heard nothing? Please, this is important," I told her. "I can help you out here, you know."

"If I knew anything, I'd tell ya. I like Everly. She's a sweet girl. Didn't deserve what happened to her," Priscilla said. "Those assholes treat us women like shit. I wouldn't put it past any of the Black Vipers or Voiceless Rebels to shoot her."