I fall into my chair, lean back, and toss my muddy boots onto my desk. Chunks fall onto the surface.
“Is this some new kink you’re trying out?” Saint asks.
“Maybe.” I shrug. “If that’s what she’s into.”
“Who?” Haidyn says.
Saint rolls his eyes. “Of course you were out all night with a woman. What does she look like?” He glances over my disheveled hair, dirty jeans, and smiling face. “She’s not buried alive in a casket right now, is she? Do we need to dig her out before she dies due to lack of oxygen?”
“Most likely chained in the basement.” Haidyn chuckles.
“Not yet.” I smile. The chase is half the fun, and something tells me my girl is going to put up one hell of a fight. But I’ll win. She will belong to me forever.
I spent most of the day lying in bed, sleeping off the drugs, which pretty much made me useless. I was exhausted, but the IV Devin gave me has helped immensely. Always nice to have a doctor around.
Tonight, I want to go out. Get away from Saint and Haidyn. I’m still not in the mood to talk to them. I ride around town for a couple of hours until I find myself at Blackout.
I walk into Tyson’s office and see Sin sitting on the couch. I knew he was here because I saw his bike in the parking lot.
His blue eyes meet mine, and his still bruised face tightens. “I have to run, Ty,” he says, getting to his feet.
Ryat silently watches the exchange, noticing Sin’s change of mood.
Tyson frowns. “You just got here.”
“Yeah, well, something came up,” he lies, pulling Tyson in for a handshake hug.
“Okay. I’ll see you later,” Tyson tells him as he exits.
I go to follow when Ty speaks to me. “Don’t make a scene in my club,” he warns, knowing something is going on between us.
Ignoring him, I exit his office. The elevator is already closing, so I rush down the stairs and out the back door. “Sin?” I call out, seeing him headed to his R1. “Easton Bradley Sinnett,” I yell, like I’m hollering at my unruly son. It does the trick.
“What the fuck do you want, Kashton?” he barks, turning to face me.
“I want to talk to you.” I place my hands in the pockets of my jeans, showing him I’m not a threat. I’m not in the mood to fight him.
“I heard all I needed to hear, and I said all I needed to say.”
“We would never rat you out,” I assure him.
“We?” he growls.
Fuck.
“Who all fucking knows?” he demands.
I rub the back of my neck but won’t lie to him. “Me, Haidyn, and Saint.” He already knows Bill is aware because he made the deal with Adam.
“Goddammit. Just fucking great.” He gives a humorless laugh.
“Nothing will happen?—”
“You can’t fucking make that promise,” he interrupts me. “And you can’t protect Elli if someone talks.”
“Move into Carnage.”
He snorts.
