“Delusional.”
I allow Damara to pull away from me, even if I want to keep her in my arms and hold her close to me until I’m ready to fuck her deeply again. I only allow her to squirm away because my cell phone starts buzzing across the room.
“Is that your girlfriend?” Damara says accusingly. Part of me hopes that she’s saying that out of jealousy.
“None of your business.”
I answer the phone. It’s Tamiya, who got the footage from Owen and Vickie’s stellar security system. I don’t like her tone when I answer the phone. Something about the way Tamiya breathes makes me nervous…
“Please tell me you have answers.”
“Yes, but you won’t like the answers. Can I talk to my sister please?”
Tamiya doesn’t sound angry with me, or forceful. She clearly understands that I have the upper hand here and her respect makes it tempting to give in to her requests. I trust Tamiya, but unfortunately I don’t trust Damara and I don’t want her crying about assault or setting any of the Blackwood men after me untilshe fully accepts that our relationship to each other at this point has become completely mutual.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not, Magnum?”
“She’s freaking out and I need to control the flow of information.”
“Why would she freak out? Did something happen between the two of you aside from falling asleep in a deep cuddle on the pool table?”
Gossip travels around this club fast. Did Oske leak this information, or was this somehow passed around the club from Wyatt Shaw? It doesn’t matter how Tamiya found out, but it turns out she found out some of the truth. It gives me hope that I might find out who drugged the two of us.
“Give me the names.”
“I need an email address for the footage.”
“That is disgusting.”
“It’s an alias.”
“Nobody wants to think about condoms while sending an email.”
I avoid making any comments or jokes that could upset Tamiya while she has the information that I desperately need.
“You’re right.”
Best option when dealing with an angry woman is to agree with her as expeditiously as possible. You can do whatever you want once she’s calmed down and preferably looking the other way.
“Perfect,” she says. “You now have access to 4 GB of footage from that night. It’s nothing too crazy, but the only people who approached the two of you are Ryder Sinclair, Vickie Shaw, Ruger Blackwood, and Ethan Shaw.”
“Why would any of those people drug me? Or Damara?” I’m musing out loud partially to myself, but I don’t mind hearing Tamiya’s opinion on the matter considering her history of investigating for the club. Thisdoesaffect her sister after all.
Tamiya doesn’t take much probing to start unloading her opinions on me.
“Ruger is mentally ill, but that’s the only thing I’ve got. He’s mellowed out since the kids, so despite his past, it seems unlikely.”
“You have more theories?”
“Give Damara a chance to talk to me, or you won’t hear another fucking thing.”
Chapter Ten
Damara
