He smiled as though he understood.
By the time he came around to open my door, a man had come out and was standing on the porch.
“Rebel, I’d like you to meet Decker.” Edge rested his fingers softly on the small of my back. I stepped forward and shook the man’s hand.
“Come on in.” He motioned for me to walk in front of him.
“Hi,” said a woman standing inside the front door. “I’m Mila, Decker’s wife. Can I get you anything?”
“A glass of water would be nice, thank you.”
Mila disappeared down a hallway while Decker led us to a dining room table.
“It didn’t take much digging to come up with something on Possum. The guy made a lot of enemies in his short life.”
That didn’t surprise me. The man was pure evil.
“Since the list is long, it’ll take us a while to sort through who had a motive to want him dead and who might’ve been at the Long Branch that night.”
Decker handed Edge a piece of paper. He skimmed it and raised his eyebrows. “Aryan Brotherhood of Texas?”
“Card-carrying member.”
“You didn’t know?” I asked, looking between the two of them.
Edge shook his head, but Decker continued as though I hadn’t said anything.
“The Bloods and the Mexicales would be at the top of the list of who’d want him dead. Not only Possum, but anyone associated with the ABT.”
Edge nodded. “If we’re right, with organizations like those, proving who actually killed him would be nearly impossible. However, establishing enough reasonable doubt that Rebel killed him shouldn’t be a stretch.”
I doubted it would be that easy, and by the look on Edge’s face as he spoke, he agreed.
Decker raised his head when Mila walked in with a glass of water.
“I love your house,” I told her. I would’ve had the same smile on my face as she did if it were mine.
“I grew up here. At least part of my childhood.”
She looked over at Decker; what passed between them was too private, too personal, and I looked away. The love they had for each other was powerful enough to be felt even without looking. I’d give anything to have a man feel that way about me someday.
My eyes met Edge’s when he stood and offered me his hand. “Let’s gather the troops and strategize.”
Decker walked us out, and while he and Edge didn’t speak again, there was plenty I sensed they communicated without words.
10
Edge
Rebel was in more danger than I’d initially realized, which meant I needed to talk both to Mac and Hammer. What stunned and confused me was, if the ABT believed she’d killed one of their own, she would’ve been dead her first week in jail. Something was off
, and the knowledge of Possum’s involvement with a white supremacist gang only reinforced my commitment to do everything in my power to keep her safe.
Fortunately, King-Alexander Ranch, given the Alexander family’s ties to the intelligence world, had one of the best private security systems I’d ever seen. There were international governments whose security wasn’t as sophisticated. As long as she didn’t leave without me or one of the other Invincibles by her side, she’d be safe.
As far as the security at the ranch went, I needed to brief Rebel on how it all worked in the event she wanted to take as much as a walk on the property alone. So far, everywhere she’d gone had been with me.
The equipment set up in the house I lived in would allow me to add Rebel to the system. However, doing so might make her feel uncomfortable, given I’d have to scan in her palm and fingers. It would also require facial recognition, which meant she’d have to sit in front of a monitor until it registered her features. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel anything that would remind her of being arrested. Particularly since I knew without any doubt that she wasn’t a murderer.