My stomach tightened at the concern in his voice. “Not a lot. Why?”
He pursed his lips together, the wrinkle above his eyebrows deepened. He only had this expression when troubled by something. “When you were with Tara, the day before the run… Did you notice anything unusual on her body.”
“What?” I growled. “Her body? What the fuck, Prez?”
“Scars or marks, like burns?”
I leaned back in my chair, confused as hell. “Stop beating around the fucking bush and tell me what you know.”
Scars? Marks? Fucking burns? Hell no, I didn’t notice anything. I didn’t remember anything from our first night. The next day, I was so in awe of my good fortune, I only wanted to be balls deep inside her addictive pussy. Thinking back, I recalled some spots on her stomach and down her back, but I was so caught up in the moment and happy as fuck, I’d disregarded them. My mission was to kiss every inch of her, not investigate her body.
Why would Storm suggest burns? The hairs on my arms raised as an image of my Roja being burned. Fuck, it made me sick.
Storm sighed, settling into his chair with his arms crossed over his broad chest. “After our visit last Monday, Copper called me. Tara flipped out on him and threw him out of her house.”
I slammed my fist on the table. “Hold the fuck up. Why was the prospect inside her place?”
“She’d gotten a new kitten after seeing you. He’d been playing with it.”
I shook my head. “I’m not okay with this.”
“You have no choice. You were here and Tara needed a friend. You gonna let me continue, hothead?”
I waved him on. Fucking prospect. I’d beat his ass when I saw him.
“So I went to see her. Smelled cigarette smoke.”
“I didn’t know she smoked.”
“I don’t think she does. We had words. She wanted Copper off guard duty.”
“Did you listen?” I might lose my shit even more if Storm didn’t have eyes on her.
A wry smile appeared on my prez’s face. “Fuck no. I put Hollywood on her.”
“Good.”
“Before church, the night of Dutra’sunfortunatedeath, I was on the phone with Toby. Grizzly had a video from one of the cameras at Tara’s for me to view.”
I sat forward in my chair, aching as my heart pounded against my chest.
“Without getting into all the details, it appeared she had a burn mark on her stomach. Another on her inner thigh, in the shape of an H.”
“How in the hell could you see that?”
Burns on her body? Storm had to be mistaken.
My wife and son were burned to death. I wanted to throw up at the thought of my Roja hurting herself this way. It was sick. Fucking wrong.
All my fault.
“On the video, she was on the phone with Madeline. The kitten was on her stomach and scratched her. She’d gone to the kitchen, removed her clothes, and tended to her wounds.”
Wounds?Fuck, this didn’t sound good.
“Did you ask Madeline about it?” I should be enraged over the fact that my prez and Grizz saw my woman without clothes, but shit, burns on her body? The very thought did me in. Them seeing her in a bra and panties was an infraction I could overlook.Once.
“No. Figured it wasn’t my place. I’m sure Angel knows all of Tara’s secrets. I just thought I’d mention it since she’s your girl.”