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Inside (Bulletproof 1)

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Skinner’s angry. See if you can settle him down. That woman’s death was his fault, not mine. None of this would be happening if he hadn’t joined up in the first place.

None of this would be happening…

None of what?

20

It was difficult to sleep in Peyton’s house without remembering what had happened the last time he’d been under her roof. Virgil told himself he shouldn’t think about it. He had to put the past few days behind him and prepare for what lay ahead. But he couldn’t seem to get the memory of making love to her out of his mind. And with this being his last night of freedom, he wanted to spend it with her, cancel out what he’d done at the motel.

If only he could convince her that he wasn’t really the prick he’d made himself out to be. But he couldn’t talk to her in private. Wallace was keeping a close eye on them both. From where the associate director was sleeping on the couch, he’d be able to tell if either of them came out.

Let it go. She doesn’t need someone like you. She had too many better options. Hell, even Wallace was a better option. Maybe he was arrogant, self-absorbed and married, and maybe he irritated Virgil, but he’d never killed anyone, even in self-defense. No one was trying to kill him or his family. And he had a successful career, a place in life, a future. That was a lot to offer a woman—a lot more than Virgil had.

A creak in the hallway made him catch his breath. Someone was up. He hoped it was Peyton, that she’d come to him.

“Virgil?”

It wasn’t her. Wallace knocked softly at his door.

“What?” Why the hell would Rick bother him in the middle of the night?

“Can I come in for a second?”

“As long as you have a good reason.”

The door creaked as he opened it, but he walked quietly as if he didn’t want to wake Peyton, and closed the door behind him.

Virgil sat up. The fog that had been so prevalent the past few days had dissipated. A full moon hung in the sky, as round as a silver dollar. After being denied any sight of the outside world for so long, Virgil refused to lower the blinds and block out such beauty. The light that streamed in didn’t disturb him. He was conditioned to it. He’d spent fourteen years living in places that never went completely dark.

Rick looked as if he owed his build to a carefully monitored diet as opposed to any physical activity. Wearing a deep V-neck T-shirt that revealed a hairless chest and designer pajama bottoms, he seemed a little too conscious of his own assets.

For a second, Virgil envied him the ease of his life. He could’ve become a polished professional, given half a chance. But why waste time lamenting what could have been? He was what he was.

Rick cleared his throat. “I wanted to let you know…I’m aware of what happened between you and Peyton.”

Unwilling to confirm or deny what Peyton had told him, Virgil held his tongue and waited for Wallace to disclose why he’d confronted him on this subject.

“I guess I can’t blame you for taking what you can get. A man in your shoes would have to be desperate for a woman. And Peyton’s beautiful. What ex-con wouldn’t climb on if he could? But I split up with my wife today so…things are going to change. I thought you should know.”

“Things?” Virgil prompted.

“Between Peyton and me.”

Virgil warned himself to keep his mouth shut. He had enough to worry about with Laurel and the kids and whether or not he’d get out of Pelican Bay alive. Why did it matter what Wallace had to say?

And yet…it bothered him that Rick felt he had the right to do this, that he could clear the field with a few simple words. “I don’t think she’s interested in you, Rick.”

His mouth dropped open. “What’d you say?”

“You heard me.”

“You think she’s interested in you? Because you caught her at a weak moment? The way she lives, she was probably as sex-starved as you. Peyton’s not the type to sleep around. But that doesn’t mean she’d ever go for a man who has little or no chance of even getting a job.”

Leave it to Wallace to hit him where he was most vulnerable. “I wouldn’t expect her to,” he responded. “Unlike you, I have no false hope.”

“False hope?” he scoffed. “You don’t know anything.”

“I know a fool when I see one. Now get out of my room.”

Virgil dismissed him by lying back down, but Wallace didn’t leave. His voice lowered to a whisper as menacing as any Virgil had ever heard in prison. “I’m going to credit that response to your uneducated and uncouth background—further proof of the many reasons you wouldn’t be right for a woman like Peyton.”

“Credit it to whatever you want. It’s the truth.”

“Just consider yourself warned.”

Virgil rose onto one elbow. He’d been threatened by a lot of men, but no one who’d be easier to take than Wallace. “Warned?”

“To stay away from her.”

“Or what?” he said with a laugh. “You’ll kick my ass?”

“I wouldn’t have to touch you,” he said, and left.

Virgil stared at the door long after Wallace had closed it. He hadn’t liked the associate director to begin with, but he especially didn’t like him now. Apparently it didn’t matter that he was on the outside dealing with someone who was supposed to live according to the law. Men were the same everywhere. If it served their purposes, they’d do whatever they felt they could get away with.

Tempted to march out and grab Wallace by the throat, to teach him a lesson he’d never forget, Virgil got up and started for the door. But he stopped himself before leaving the room. He couldn’t touch Wallace, not if he cared about Laurel and the kids. He had to keep the agreement he’d made. Peyton didn’t nullify that.

Soon this would all be over; Laurel and his niece and nephew would be safe, and they’d build new lives. Whatever happened here wouldn’t matter; Wallace would have no hold over him.

But in the meantime, he’d have to watch his back more carefully than ever.

Because it was now clear that he had more than just The Crew out to get him.

The tension at breakfast was palpable. Peyton wasn’t sure why. Everything had seemed fine—or as fine as could be expected—when she went to bed last night. She’d been so exhausted she’d fallen asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow and for that she was grateful. At least she hadn’t tossed and turned for hours as she feared she might when she knew she’d have these two men as houseguests.

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