Chapter 476: Untrustworthy, Part 2

"Someone needs to tell me what's going on," I said, easing myself down onto the couch with Trent's help. "How long have you known that Dante was alive?"

Trent scowled. "For a while," he said.

"How long is a while?" I asked, eyes narrowed.

While I was grateful he was doing everything he could to keep my stress level to a bare minimum, I had a right to know what was happening, and I wasn't going to let him weasel his way out of telling me.

"Shortly after we found the dead woman in our house," Trent said, blowing out a breath and rubbing the back of his neck. "During one of their patrols, Jax and Colt caught Dante lurking in the woods."

My eyes widened. That was almost five months ago. How could no one tell me? Anger sparked in my chest, and I curled my hands into fists.

"We tried to capture him," Jax said, his tone apologetic. "We chased him for hours, but he managed to lose us."