“Blakely,” Grant barked. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern as he approached me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Uh, now that you mention it, I don’t feel so great,” I said shakily. “Maybe I need to eat something.”
“Let me help you downstairs,” he said and gripped my arm. “Do you have anything to eat in your office?”
“I think so,” I said and used my free hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead.
Grant led me downstairs to my office, and Landon followed along behind us, veering off to the break room to grab a drink and a pack of fruit snacks. “I’ll stay with her while you guys finish up,” Landon offered.
Grant looked like he wanted to protest, so I chimed in before he could. “Go ahead. I’ll be fine,” I assured him.
“We’ll hurry so we can get you out of here,” he promised and placed a kiss on my cheek.
As soon as he was gone, Landon turned to face me. “You might’ve fooled him, but not me. You just had breakfast. Start talking, B.”
I inhaled deeply and momentarily considered playing dumb, but I obviously needed help, and the only way I was going to get it was by telling someone what was going on. At the very least, I needed someone else’s opinion, because I had no idea what to do.
“Unit three-seventy-three is the unit Ben rented from me,” I said quietly. “That’s his stuff we’re moving upstairs.”
“Yeah, I figured as much. What’s that got to do with this?” he asked and waved his hand toward me to indicate my state of panic.
I swallowed thickly. I knew I needed to tell him, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for the can of worms I’d inadvertently opened. “The last two boxes I opened to let dry out were full of guns.”
Landon blinked but didn’t say a word. I was about to ask if he heard me when he finally came back online. “Unless your brother is an avid collector of firearms, I think you need to tell Grant.”
“What? No! I haven’t known him that long. This isn’t his problem to deal with,” I argued.
“It doesn’t matter. We both know the Blackwings are good people. I don’t know what to do, and neither do you, but I bet they will,” Landon countered.
“Shouldn’t I talk to Ben first?”
“How? You can’t go to the jail and ask him about the boxes of guns he left in your storage unit without getting both of you in trouble.”
“I can’t just hand over his stuff to the local motorcycle club.”
“You can if it’s your ass or his. I guarantee someone’s looking for those. And you don’t want to be the one found with them. Especially now that they’re inside the office building instead of in a unit.”
He was right, and I knew it, but I still continued to argue. “I don’t see how anyone would even think to look here. The unit wasn’t in his name. There’s nothing connecting the two of us.”
“Except your mother. It wouldn’t be hard to figure out Ben has a sister who runs a storage facility owned by her grandparents,” he pointed out.
“Fuck,” I breathed and covered my face with my hands.
“I know you feel some sort of obligation to Ben, but he didn’t give any consideration to your safety and well-being when he chose to leave you with the smoking guns, so to speak. You and Kalen could be in danger. You could’ve been this whole time, and no one had any idea.”
I nodded in agreement as a seed of anger sprouted inside me. Ben had put me and his son in danger. At the very least, he should’ve given me some kind of warning. “You’re right. About everything,” I conceded. “I don’t want to do it here, but I’ll talk to Grant as soon as we get back to the clubhouse.”
14
GAME
Ihurried up the stairs with the last box from my truck. Something was wrong with Blakely, and I wanted to get back downstairs to check on her. I knew Landon would take care of her, but I still didn’t like leaving her in the state she was in.
I was on my way back to Blakely’s office to see if she was ready to go when I overheard Blakely and Landon talking. Their words stopped me in my tracks. “…he didn’t give any consideration to your safety and well-being when he chose to leave you with the smoking guns, so to speak. You and Kalen could be in danger. You could’ve been this whole time, and no one had any idea.”
“You’re right. About everything,” she said. “I don’t want to do it here, but I’ll talk to Grant as soon as we get back to the clubhouse.”
I wanted to barge in and demand she tell me everything right then and there, but something stopped me. Instead, I took a deep breath and tried to pretend like I didn’t overhear their conversation. “How are you feeling?” I asked.
