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trucks, and I need this to happen. A-S-A-P.”
     
    “I got a text threatening her life,” Borden explained, tilting his head in my direction. “The fucker had sent it outside her apartment building, and he purposely left behind his phone in the process.”
     
    Hector crossed his arms, shooting Borden a look of confusion. “I mean, I could lie right now and tell you that’s bad just so I can get what I want. But your reputation is pretty fucking crazy, Borden, and it’s like that for a reason. I’m not sure you should be stressing over a text this much, man. What if it was a just a little shit trying to act tough and then getting spooked by what he’d done?”
     
    “Either way, I want to know the person responsible. In the rare event that I’m not here and shit goes south, I need to ensure that you’ll be there to protect her.”
     
    “To protect her,” Hector repeated, glancing at me. “Does this extend beyond this text message, in any sort of situation?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    Letting his arms drop, Hector ran a hand through his hair and let out a sharp breath. “Man, I got a lot of people to look after as it is, Borden. A whole club worth of people, to be more precise. And I get you’re protective of the girl because she’s pretty fucking hot and all, and shit, I’d be just as angry if I had a piece of ass like that and someone was threatening to kill it, but I really don’t think I should be wasting resources finding some shit who might be a fucked up teenager looking for his next thrill.”
     
    Threatening to kill it ? Was I just an object to this dude? Wow, this guy really was the most sexist piece of shit I had ever met. I looked at Borden, part of me wanting to scoot over and plead for him to find somebody else to help with our situation, but I could see the determination on his face. He’d most likely just ignore me.
     
    He clenched his jaw at Hector’s words and replied, “It’s not a fucked up teenager looking for his next thrill.”
     
    “But how do you know this?” Hector asked.
     
    Borden paused. There was something he wasn’t telling me. I fidgeted in my chair, waiting for him to continue while he debated internally about something. The longer he waited, the more unsettled I became. Then he finally responded, “I know this because I received a similar text hours after Kate was murdered.”
     
    I froze, gaping at him. He wasn’t returning the look. He was all business, his eyes firmly planted on Hector. Meanwhile, Hawke was casual as can be, like this wasn’t news to him in the slightest. I was sure it wasn’t. He’d been in the loop while the I – the woman Borden had been screwing and sharing a bed with for the last two weeks – hadn’t.
     
    I didn’t know how to feel about that.
     
    “I thought you…took care of that,” Hector responded quietly, narrowing his eyes at him.
     
    My heart was now thudding in my chest, and I could hardly breathe. This had gotten a lot darker than I’d ever anticipated. Even my body was shaking as reality began to dawn on me. The same people that had actually murdered someone close to him were now threatening to kill me. I wasn’t prepared for this. Not at all.
     
    “I thought I did,” Borden murmured, his face darkening. “They were brothers. Middle-level gangbangers around the parts I’d just started buying into. They sent their muscle to me at first and wanted me to front them half the percentage of my earnings per month. I refused, like any sane fucking human being would. They kidnapped Kate as a result. It was their fucked up way of punishing me for supposedly ripping them off. I tracked them shortly after the murder, and I made them sing about it. I destroyed every part of that gang, until nobody was left standing in the end. But that text was sent by someone in the loop, someone I didn’t even know existed. I never told a single soul about that message, not until this one came through. Now does that sound like something