“How do you know her?”
“She’s Tamiya’s sister.”
Wyatt pauses then sighs so loudly, I can feel his impatience all the way on the other end of the line.
“Damara,” Wyatt says. Then he sighs again. “Do you have any idea what you’re getting into with her?”
Whatever I’m getting into with her seems to have already happened.
“No, but I’m going to look after her.”
Damara’s eyes flicker to mine again as she stops looking for her phone and hones in on not doing what I asked. Just because our conversation isn’t a secret doesn’t mean it’s any of her business.
“Track down Oske, get her to call me right away about the land deal. I can’t have her ass disappearing. Find out if anyone approached you at the bar from her… I assume she wouldn’t be stupid enough to slip you anything.”
The only explanation that makes sense is that someone in the club drugged me. The thought is so incomprehensible that clearly, neither of us want to admit it. Oske is the closest thingto an outsider we have at those meetings and even so… can we really consider that woman an outsider at this point? She has us all by the balls with her various business deals and IOU’s…
It’s a vague, noncommittal statement, but Wyatt’s anger flares up unpredictably and I have too much of a headache to push his buttons. Oskewasworking the bar, so it’s possible she at least saw someone approach me and Damara, if she didn’t do this to us herself.
“Why do you think she left early?” I ask him. “Could she have just gone home?
“Not a goddamn clue,” Wyatt replies. “We have a meeting with her, the brothers and our lawyer in a few days to settle the Indian land situation. I need all of their signatures so we can settle the last disputes and… my debt will be repaid.”
“Can you think of any reason she might want to drug me up?”
“What?” Wyatt asks with frustration that jumps straight into anger. “Is there something else going on that I need to know about?”
Damara and I exchange glances. I don’t need to report cumming inside a woman to the club president.
“Nothing. Just a bad hangover. Feels like I got slipped something.”
“Hm,” Wyatt answers. “Get some sleep, then get out there. I need your help, man.”
“Got it.”
Chapter Six
Damara
Icould be pregnant. The last time I had a pregnancy scare, I was with the last boyfriend of mine that my sister Tamiya remembers. The trafficker. The one she thought led to my death at the hands of her husband, Gideon Blackwood.
The monster. I never exposed my sister to the reality of that toxic relationship, but I have physical and emotional scars that will never leave me completely. Back then, I thought I would have done anything to escape the poverty I grew up in. Now, I know that even a girl from the gutter, like me, has her limits.
And there’s really nobody you can trust except yourself. I definitely don’t trust this tall hunk of muscle and his claims that he didn’t drug me. The suspicion should be enough to make me stab him and try to escape, but… I’m tired of running from the law. I’ve been there, done that.
If I need to get out of here, I’ll find another way.
“We have orders,” Magnum says to me once he hangs up the phone.
“We? Once I call Tamiya, you can just send me home.”
His cheeks flush red with immediate anger that he doesn’t bother withholding in the slightest. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
“I need Plan B.”
“No.”
That’s it. Justno.
