Twisted Ruck (Ruck Boys Book 3) by Maggie Alabaster

Author:Maggie Alabaster [Alabaster, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-04-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Chelsea

"Out with it." Storm crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me, his best firm expression on his face.

"Out with what?" I said lightly. I sat cross-legged on the couch, wearing one of the guys' track pants and another one's T-shirt. Both were too big, but they were so comfortable, I couldn't bring myself to regret rummaging through drawers to find them.

"Whatever is bothering you," Frost said more gently.

Dallas sat beside me and snorted. The good cop, bad cop routine wasn't lost on him either, it seemed.

"You went to see someone, and came back looking more upset than you were when you left," Storm said. "Where did you go? What the fuck has you looking like you need to watch your back?"

I closed my eyes and exhaled softly out my nose. Was it that obvious? Apparently it was. I hadn't been trying to hide my thoughts, not really, but it seemed I should have.

"Is it a journalist?" Frost asked. "Is someone poking around again?"

"It's possible," I said. I leaned my head against the back of the couch. "I spoke to Dominic King. He knows about my past."

Storm dropped his hands to his side. "Fuck. Is he going to⁠—"

I held up my hand. "I don't think so."

I told them about the conversation. Everything except the veiled threat, that King would expose my past if it suited his purposes to do so.

"That wasn't who you went to see this afternoon," Frost observed.

"I went to see my brother." I looked down at my lap. "He has a theory that Atlas killed Bruce Fergus for Dominic King. So the GM position would open for him." I let them absorb my words.

"Why?" Dallas placed one of his hands on my knee.

I explained what my brother said about Dominic King wanting to accumulate power in Dusk Bay.

"He thinks Atlas is working for King?" Storm asked. He looked ready to chew rocks. His jaw worked in obvious annoyance.

"He doesn't know," I said. "If he did, then him killing Bruce had nothing to do with me after all. Isaac thinks I should talk to Atlas. Try to find out what his agenda is." If he had one. This was nothing more than speculation. Again. Fuck knows we were wrong the first time. We could be wrong this time. I wanted to be. I hated doubting any of them, not when Atlas and I were becoming close.

"I knew that guy was a prick," Storm snarled. "He's working for the fucking enemy."

"Maybe," I said. This was exactly why I was reluctant to say anything to these three. Storm, in particular, was always going to jump to conclusions. His dislike for Atlas wouldn't let him respond any other way. "It's only a theory. Everything could have gone down the way Atlas said it did. And for the reasons he said they did."

"I know you want to think the best of him," Frost said slowly.

"So do you," I pointed out. "It's just… It's one hell of a coincidence that he made exactly the opening Dominic King needed.

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