And Wes is frowning.
Roman has a serious look on his face as he says something to Weston, and both of them can’t look away.
The fuck is going on?
Anxiety trickles through my veins.
They don’t still have Onyx House secrets that Wes wouldn’t tell me, right?
And if so, what the hell would they be?
25
Weston
“It can’t be him,” I tell Roman for the second time in a row, because I’m certain that what I’m seeing can’t be the truth.
“Cal Thorne. Previous employee of your father. Same guy that was showing his face at the alumni dinner,” Roman says.
He holds up a photo on his phone. It’s a past mugshot that’s clearly Cal. It’s attached to a report from early this evening, just a few hours ago.
Suspect Dead After 1-Hour Car Chase; Half-Kilogram of Laced Cocaine Found in Wreckage.
“It’s him,” I say, breathless for a moment as I lean on the edge of an auditorium seat. I give Roman a hard glare, something feeling unsettling inside. “Tell me you didn’t have anything to do with this.”
“I did not,” Roman says.
“And yourfamilydidn’t have anything to do with this? From the cocaine, to the car, to the crash?”
“Weston, the man got his hands on quick cash. Your quick cash. Then he went to a party in a rented sports car. I had nothing to do with this.”
I glance over at Sev.
He’s looking right at me.
A professor is talking to him, but I see a grim look on his face as he watches me.
I turn to Roman again. “You don’t think Sev could have anything to do with it, right?”
“I think your boyfriend would strangle Thorne to death for you if he got the chance,” Roman says, “but no, I highly doubt he was involved with this car wreck.”
When Sev finally breaks off and comes over to join us, he looks more scared than anything else.
“What’s going on?” he asks, immediately sliding his arm under my suit jacket, holding my waist tight.
Roman shows him the news article. “Thorne is dead.”
Sev’s expression drops as he looks at the phone. “Is this a joke?”
“It is very real,” Roman tells him.
After a pause, Sev looks like he’s ready to break down.
“No.No. It should have been me.”
“What are you talking about, Sev?” I ask.
He looks up at me with a fire in his gaze. “It should have been me who killed him.Fuckthis fucking bullshit. He dies with cocaine up his nose in a fancy car? I would have tortured him for you, Wes. He deserved so much fucking worse.”