I wasn’t ready to stop being angry yet, and I knew Sal would take it. He was desperate to be in my life, and if it meant taking the brunt of my anger, he’d accept it just to hear me talk to him.
I knew I was an asshole, but it was all I had right now.
“Now, let’s talk about what you did to fuck up with Grace, again.”
No way was I telling Maureen what happened last night. I prayed Grace wouldn’t tell her either.
After I was done talking to Maureen, I stayed in my office trying to get some work done. Really, I was avoiding everyone. Every time I saw Ravage, the truth gnawed at me. I knew I had to tell him. I just didn’t know how.
“Get your fucking hands off me, Mimic!”
I looked up just as the door to my office opened without a knock. Mimic had Grace by the arm and was practically dragging her through the door.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snarled at my enforcer as I stood up behind my desk. He should know better than to put his hands on Grace. He roughly pushed her into the chair Maureen had been sitting in.
“Tell him.”
“Asshole.” Grace moved to stand, and Mimic put his hand on her shoulder.
“Tell him,” he growled.
“Mimic, get your fucking hand off her before I cut the fucking thing off.” My voice held a hint of malice that I was sure neither of them had heard before.
Mimic removed his hand, and when Grace continued to stay quiet, he said, “She knows Chasm.”
“WHAT?” I shouted. I glared at Grace and then back at Mimic. “Get the fuck out.”
“Prez.”
“Out!” I hissed as I kept my eyes on Grace, waiting until I heard the door close behind Mimic as he left. “How the fuck do you know Chasm?”
Grace sat with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me.
“I don’t know him. He came into the bar on the night of the shooting. I served him a drink, and we talked for a minute like I do with all my customers until the bullets started flying and he pulled me behind the bar.”
“The man you told Dec about?” She nodded. “Then why does Mimic think you know him?”
We sat in silence, and I watched the debate flicker over her face. She didn’t want to tell me.
“Don’t make me go ask Mimic. Or Colleen.”
Grace inhaled deeply. Her frustration was obvious as she didn’t just exhale; she huffed out an angry breath.
“He came into the coffee shop. When he saw me, he came over to say hello.”
I inhaled my own deep breath, trying to calm my temper. Grace was the only person on the planet who had the power to make me hard and angry at the same fucking time.
“Obviously there is more to it than that if Mimic is all riled up. What happened?”
“I asked him why he disappeared. He said he didn’t want you to know he was here yet. When I asked him why now, he said that he was sure Banshee had already spilled the beans. That was when Mimic called him Chasm.”
I stared at her. Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine. Her hands played with the frayed material around the hole in her jeans. She was holding something back.
“And?”
She closed her eyes, and I wondered how we got here. She couldn’t even look at me. We’d never had any problems being together when we were alone. All those times I went to her in the middle of the night, we talked and she let me hold her.
I’d fucked it all up by kissing her the day Jingles dragged her into the clubhouse when I thought Sinclair had taken her. I was so fucking happy to see her safe I couldn’t control my reaction. I’d needed to feel her in my arms, and the moment she was there, I’d needed to taste her.
