Riddle X Trey Novels & Stories

“I’m not deaf, Trent.” “Mr. Trent,” the scarred one said aggressively, stepping toward him. Mr. Trent held up his hand, stopping his goon. To Rory he said, “Question her.” Rory sent a cold look her way. “Question is all I’ll do. I’m getting bloody sick of your games, Mr. Trent.” “Strive to remember what happens when you fail me,” Mr. Trent said coldly, “and remember who gets hurt.” His lip curled, but Rory turned to Rain. Softening a little, he asked gently, “What’s your name, love?”