Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 370

That caught my attention. I frowned. "Who? You know who's behind this?"

Idris inhaled deeply, his gaze drifting out the car window. "i’ve got no proof, but it's not a wild guess anymore. They're just trying to keep me from finding someone, throwing obstacles in my way at every turn."

I was lost in his words, staring at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity. I could tell he was holding back something big, but I never pried, not even sure how to start. For instance, why was he at Hartfield five years back? He is Mr. Young, the one and only, always flanked by a squad of bodyguards. How does a guy like that end up in a water cell?

The time in Macamer also puzzled me. Why did he beat himself up over Lucas's death?

Now, he was dropping hints about some 'someone' and 'they'. Who were they, and why were they involved?

Questions swirled in my head.

However, we all had our secrets, right? I let it be.

He caught my silence, looked down with those deep, warm eyes, and said, "I figured you would be all over this. Why so quiet?"

I just gave a small smile, "You'll tell me what you can. If you can't, I don't want to make it tough for you."

He paused, a shadow crossing his face. "Yvette, you really trust me that much?"

I looked away, playing it cool. "It's not about trust. I'm just not into digging too deep."

Then I heard his chuckle, that deep, magnetic sound. I glanced over and there he was, all smiles, and yeah, he was pretty easy on the eyes. I have known that forever. However, right then, that smile? It made my heart skip a beat. I raised an eyebrow, "What's so funny?"

"I’m just happy," he said, his smile growing.

I rolled my eyes and clammed up.

He glanced at me and said, "Maybe the other side just wants to keep Lucas's minions in line, make sure they keep on working without a fuss. Whether it's true or not, who knows? Officer Jackson's got people on it, and he'll let us know the scoop as soon as he hears anything."

I bit my lip, a shiver running through me. Lucas... just the thought of him sends shivers down my spine. It did not matter if it was five years back or right now; he was like a ticking time bomb in our lives, ready to blow us all to smithereens.

If he is still alive, knowing him, payback for the Macamer mess is just a matter of time.

I took a deep breath, trying to shove down the panic clawing at me, and turned to Idris. "You think Jack and the mess today could be his doing?"

Idris's lips tightened, and he gave a slight frown. "Hard to say right now."

The day's chaos was off the charts, and someone had even lost their life. I looked at him, the worry clear in my eyes. "With all this craziness... how're you holding up?"

He met my gaze, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Are you worried about me?"