Frey (21 page)

Sixx sighed, “Yes.”

Jasper gripped his shoulder and squeezed. He
was about to walk off when a car came precariously close to the
three of them. “Hey!” Jasper yelled. “Holy shit, that’s Trevor. I
need to talk to him.” He took off jogging after Dante’s
assistant.

After the detective ran off, Sixx looked up.
“Frey, I…”

“
Don’t. I’m not mad,
Michael. It could have happened to any of us. We didn’t expect Troy
to be waiting on him. Now we know better.”

“
What do you need me to
do? I have to make this up to you, to Abbi and Matthew.”

“
Julian is heading to
Egypt to help Nik find Sophia. I need you to be our computer genius
while he’s away. I want you to investigate Troy Quinn. I want to
know everything about the bastard from the time he was born up to
what he had for breakfast this morning.”

“
I can do that. I’ll head
to the lab now.” Michael fisted his heart and bowed to Frey. “On my
honor.”

Chapter
Nineteen

Trevor seriously needed to get out of bed.
The ceiling tiles were the same now as they had been for the last
few hours, and they clearly weren’t going to answer his questions.
Why did he think Jasper would actually want him? How did he let
himself hope there was a chance for him and the gorgeous detective?
What did he have to offer anyone, really? When Jasper kissed him,
was it out of pity? He’d said he wanted Trevor in his home. Hell,
he even gave him his own code to get in. What was that about if he
didn’t really want Trevor? Jasper had called and texted a couple of
times. Trevor just couldn’t bring himself to listen to the voice
message. The texts were basic, “what happened to you?”
questions.

Maybe Jasper had wanted him until Craig came
back into his life. Craig, the equally gorgeous firefighter, who
was built almost as well as Jasper. When Trevor had received the
anonymous text the previous night, he’d arrived just in time to see
Jasper in Craig’s arms. Jasper probably figured Trevor was not
adventurous enough after his reaction to the photos. Whatever. He
was used to being alone.

He should probably get out of bed and go to
the hospital. Dante had texted him late, letting Trevor know he’d
arrived home during the night with his new family in tow. Dante
said he’d explain later. He would want to get them settled and not
have to worry about the morgue. Trevor didn’t have to work on
Saturdays, but he didn’t want to stay home and have any more of a
pity party than he already had with his friend, Jack Daniels, the
night before.

The decision to get up was made for him as a
knock sounded on his front door. He rolled off the bed and padded
to see who it was. He honestly didn’t care that his hair was on end
or his breath reeked of whiskey. He looked through the peephole.
Seeing no one, he unlocked the deadbolts and slowly opened the
door. He was just about to close it when he noticed an envelope on
the floor. He picked it up and locked back up. The envelope had no
identifying marks on it other than his name written across the
front. Trevor had a really bad feeling about what he’d find
inside.

Instead of opening the envelope right away,
he found a bottle of aspirin and popped four of them, chasing them
with orange juice. “Yuck,” he said aloud to the empty room. He
really needed to brush his teeth. He headed to the bathroom and
turned on the shower. He brushed his teeth while waiting for the
water to heat up. The last few showers he’d taken had been lengthy
with thoughts of Jasper filling his head while his hard cock filled
his hand. This morning, he rushed through the motions as the memory
of Jasper in Craig’s arms kept his dick deflated.

Trevor dressed and headed out the door,
grabbing the ominous envelope. He drove to a nearby fast food
restaurant, ordering two biscuits and a large coffee. He threw in
an order of hash browns for good measure. He would just have to
work extra hard at the gym, but he needed the carbs to soak up the
alcohol. As he was waiting for the cars ahead to move up, he picked
up the envelope and ran his finger under the seal. A stack of
photos was inside. Trevor knew he should wait until he got to the
hospital to look, but curiosity got the better of him. He took out
the first picture, and his heart clenched. The second was a little
worse than the first, but the third had him wanting to throw up.
The car behind him honked bringing his attention away from the
pictures of Jasper in various stages of sex.

He paid for his food and
drove to the hospital on autopilot. As he pulled into the parking
lot, Trevor almost ran over three large men. He mumbled, “Sorry,”
as he looked out his window.
Fuck!
One of the men was Jasper, one was the owner of
the gym, and the other looked like Desmond Rothchild. Instead of
stopping, he continued on to his parking spot. Trevor knew he was
going to hate himself for it, but he grabbed the envelope along
with his take-out bag and headed to the back door. Jasper was
yelling his name, but he ignored him. He couldn’t talk to him right
now. If Trevor ignored him, hopefully Jasper would get the hint and
leave him alone.

He unlocked the door to the morgue and
entered the cold, sterile room, turning on lights as he went. He
sat his breakfast and the envelope down on an empty slab. He turned
on the stereo, cranking the volume. His mind was whirling. Did he
eat his breakfast first and risk throwing it up when he looked at
the pictures later? Or did he look at the pictures first and lose
his appetite completely. The smart thing to do was to avoid the
photos all together. Trevor had never claimed to be that smart.

Jasper was getting pissed. If Trevor
couldn’t handle Jasper’s past, he could at least be man enough and
tell him so instead of fucking ignoring him. He knew Trevor heard
him call out to him because he turned around. He didn’t have time
for this shit. He needed to get with Dane and find Quinn, but he
also needed to see Trevor. The music was blaring from inside the
morgue. When he walked into the room, Trevor was deep in
concentration. He had what appeared to be photos in his hands. Had
he taken some of the ones from Jasper’s home? Trevor’s face paled
more with each photo he looked at.

“
Trevor,” he said, his
voice rising above the music. His mate looked up at him before
running from the room. Jasper walked over to the stainless table
and glanced at the photos. Staring back at him were pictures of
himself at various points in time, but all while having sex with
Craig. That in itself was bad enough, but the worst part was the
date stamp in the bottom corner of the pictures. Every picture was
dated at some point that week, including the day before. “Fuck.
FUCK!”

Jasper didn’t have to turn the music down to
hear Trevor puking in the next room. Even though he had no logical
explanation for the photos, he couldn’t let Trevor think what he
was seeing was the truth. He walked through to the next room just
as Trevor was wiping his mouth. Tears were streaming down his face,
whether from the pressure of throwing up or from what he’d seen,
Jasper didn’t know. “Trevor, it’s not what it looks like.”

Trevor glared at him as he harshly wiped the
tears off his face. “Really? Because it looks like you’ve been
fucking your ex, and recently I might add.” Trevor turned his back
on him, sobs wracking his body. Jasper’s heart was ripping in two.
He closed the distance, placing his hands on Trevor’s arms for
comfort. Instead, Trevor jerked away from him, yelling “Get away
from me!”

“
Trevor, please, I can
explain.” But honestly, he couldn’t. “I don’t know who gave you
those, but I swear to all that’s holy, those are not from this past
week. I haven’t seen Craig in a long time.”

“
The people in the photos,
they are you and Craig, right? You don’t deny that?”

“
Of course I can’t deny
it. But Trev, somehow, whoever sent those found a way to date stamp
them this week. I haven’t been with Craig in months.”

“
So, you weren’t with him
last night at the parking lot on Kingsley?”

Oh shit.
“Yes, but…”

“
No fucking buts. Just get
out of here, and take those fucking pictures with you. I don’t want
to see them or you.”

“
Trevor, please!” Jasper
would get down on his knees and beg if he had to.

“
GO!” Trevor yelled again,
turning his back on him.

Jasper didn’t want to leave things as they
were, but he didn’t have a choice. “I will go, but we aren’t
finished discussing this,” he said to Trevor’s back. When Trevor
refused to look at him, Jasper grabbed the incriminating photos,
shoved them in the envelope, and left. After he found Troy Quinn,
he was going to find Craig and get some fucking answers.

Abbi looked at the new phone Frey had given
her. How many times had Troy called? If she had just kept her old
phone with her instead of giving it to Frey, maybe she could have
kept this from happening to her brother. “Oh, Matty. What have I
done?” The door opened, and a doctor walked in.

“
Mrs. Quinn, I’m Dr.
Mooneyham, Chief of Staff.”

“
How’s Matt? Please,
doctor, how’s my brother?”

The doctor gestured to the chairs and took a
seat across from her. “You’re brother’s a fighter. He has a few
broken ribs. From the pattern of the bruising, it appears he was
kicked with great force. Other than his ribs, he incurred some
superficial bruising. He has been given a heavy sedative, but he’ll
be waking up soon. The police are going to talk to him, find out
who did this. Abigail, I think you already know how serious this
is. I also think you know who did this. The police are
investigating, and when they find the culprit, he will go to jail.
If you allow me to document your injuries as well, he will go to
jail for a long, long time.”

Abbi gasped. How could this doctor know
about her bruises? Frey. “You’re Geoffrey’s friend, aren’t you? The
one he wanted me to talk to about…” The doctor pulled her hands
into his.

“
Abbi, I’ve been a doctor
a long time, and I’ve seen many cases of abuse come through these
doors. I have seen enough of these cases to know that if you don’t
stand up to your abuser, it’s only going to get worse. What happens
next time when he doesn’t stop at breaking your brother’s ribs?
What if he hadn’t stopped this time? I have to tell you, one of
Matt’s ribs was precariously close to puncturing a lung. If it had
been a couple centimeters over, your brother might not be here
now.”

“
Oh god, no. Oh Matt.”
Abbi pulled her hands away from the doctor and placed them over her
mouth. The tears fell down her cheeks at the thought of losing her
brother. The door opened again, and Troy strolled in. The leer on
his face fell away when he noticed the doctor. The transformation
was instantaneous. “Abigail, I came as soon as I heard. How’s
Matthew?”

She couldn’t speak. This monster had the
audacity to nearly kill her brother, and here he was, pretending to
care. He should win an award. Before she could speak, Dr. Mooneyham
stood and got between Troy and her. Until the doctor stood toe to
toe with her husband, Abbi hadn’t realized how large of a man he
was. He reminded her of Geoffrey and his two cousins. Was everyone
Frey knew that large? “Mr. Quinn, I presume?”

“
Yeah, I’m her husband.”
Troy attempted to step around the doctor, but he stood his
ground.

“
Matthew’s condition is
tentative. We are keeping a close eye on him. We are also assisting
the detectives in charge of this case. I assure you, we will not
stop until whomever did this to your brother-in-law has been
apprehended.”