My eyes remained locked onto the waiting area while my phone was pressed to my ear.

I was waiting.

“You got eyes?” I said into the phone.

“Yeah, everything is good. Nothing to report.”

“Call through if anything changes.”

I ended the call and, without moving my eyes, I opened the drawer and threw my phone deep inside.

“You going to be able to not rip his head off?” My gaze flashed to Austin, who had concern swamping his face.

“I’m good,” I muttered, although I was far from good.

As the seconds ticked over, flashes of the last time I’d come in contact with O’Leary hit in my thoughts. He was the reason I’d been working undercover in Utah. When the operation started, we had no clue of his involvement. Fuck, I didn’t even know of his connection to Monroe. But there he was, breaking women at a fast fucking rate and running drugs through Utah. But he was a smart man. He knew how to be connected but not too connected. That’s why his ass wasn’t rotting in a federal penitentiary right now.

And then there was Jacqueline.

Fuck.

“Show time.”

Austin’s voice pulled me from going to a place I didn’t want to visit, and I looked back to the waiting area.

Edward O’Leary walked in, flanked by Rogerson, and his demeanor told me he was majorly pissed off. His infuriated gaze ran wild around the waiting area before zoning in to where I sat. Recognition flashed within his eyes before smugness settled on his face. Pushing back my chair, I took the lead and headed to the interrogation room. I felt Austin following. We’d only have a short amount of time to get this done, so I needed to keep my emotions in check. I couldn’t go losing my head. Austin would need to take the lead, and he knew it.

I took a seat on one side of the table, and waited. The air in the room turned thick when O’Leary joined us.

“Gentlemen. Long time no see.”

My jaw clenched and in my peripheral vision I witnessed Austin’s shoulders pull back.

Fuck, this guy was an asshole.

“Let’s just get to the point, because we sure as fuck don’t want to be here,” I muttered between clenched teeth.

Austin, thankfully, got straight to the point. “Do you want to explain to us why your prints were on the lock and door of a break-in at Sass last night?”

O’Leary sat back in the seat, crossed his arms over his chest, and a smug look flashed over his face. This guy lived life thinking he was a fucking god, and that he was untouchable. So far he had been. Now, as I sat across from him, I was barely hanging on, but I didn’t break my stare. It was times like these that the grey started creeping in, and the link between right and wrong got very blurred. The thought of jumping over the table and putting my fist in his face crossed my mind numerous times, but that time would come, and when it did, I’d be the one with the smug look on my face.

“Of course my prints are on the door,” he scoffed, as if it was the stupidest question he’d ever been asked. “Please do not tell me you dragged me away from a lunch meeting because of this shit?”

I glared, trying to push past the anger, and trying to utilize my skills of reading body language, while Austin continued to ask the questions. “Answer the question.”

“Last night I was with Sasha. I’m sure both of you know who she is. There is no way she wouldn’t have gotten the attention of you two. Tell me, are you still fucking your way around town?” His eyes flashed to me. “Call Da Maria’s. They’ll confirm we were there. Fuck, check the security footage if it makes you two sleep easier at night. I took her home, got my dick wet, and went back to the hotel. My fingerprints were on the fucking door because I was there two days ago. Ask Sasha’s ditsy employee, she saw me there. Anything else you want to know?”

There were so many parts of what he was saying that pissed me off, but that wasn’t a surprise. He had a long history of pissing me off. But something Sasha had said to me last night continued to replay in my head. It’s been a crappy night, and I’ve already dealt with an asshole putting his hands on me. Now, O’Leary was insinuating he was fucking her?

The tension in the room turned hostile, and I knew my silence was getting on his nerves.

He leaned forward, his eyes locked with mine, and an evil smirk hit his lips. “How’s Jacqueline these days? How rude of me not to ask.”

Nope.

This was fucking bullshit.

I pushed back from the table and the seat went flying into the glass wall behind, the loud crash echoing around the room. Austin jumped to his feet and his arm shot out to pull me back.

“Calm down,” he muttered to me, before turning his attention to O’Leary. “You need to pull your fucking head in and start talking; otherwise, we will find shit to keep you here. Don’t fucking test me, and you sure as fuck don’t want to test Hunt.”

O’Leary chuckled. “You’ve got nothing on me.”

Austin looked at me, but my attention was locked on O’Leary. It felt like I was going around in circles with this motherfucker. This shit had been going on for years, and now him being back in town, saying he was fucking Sasha Hamilton, and meeting up with Drew Hamilton, felt like it was all starting over again.

I was going to have to do something I hadn’t done for over a year.

I needed to connect with Jacqueline.

She wouldn’t like that.

But the first thing I had to do was find out the truth from Sasha. There was no way O’Leary was telling the truth. The Sasha I saw last night was not a woman who had been out for dinner and been fucked. There was no calmness about her. She was majorly pissed off and on edge. O’Leary was bullshitting us, which was, as usual, his way of buying time.

But now, he was meeting up with Drew Hamilton.

What the fuck was going on?