“I want a meeting with your prospect. What’s his name?”
“Why?” It’s an effort to keep my tone civil.
Fox grins. “To see what he knows and to ask what the hell made him want to join your sorry fucking excuse for a motorcycle club.”
I don’t try and stop the growl from escaping, gratified when Fox flinches, even if it is infinitesimal. Cal steps closer to me, shoulder brushing mine.
There’s no good reason for me to refuse Fox’s request, and he knows it. “Fine.”
I want to smack the smug expression off his face.
“Go get him, then.” He waves an arm around the room. “We’ll wait right here.”
As much as I want to march up those stairs to get Morgan myself, to talk to him before dragging him into this, I can’t. So I send Flint instead, praying he can read everything I want him to say in the look I give him. Hating myself for thinking if we give them Morgan, maybe they won’t go upstairs, won’t discover Tyler or Nico.
16
MORGAN
I’min one of the upstairs rooms with Mal and Nico when there’s a harsh knock on the door.
We all tense.
There’s a beat of silence and then another two knocks follow.
Mal relaxes, so I do too.
He opens the door to a harried looking Flint who looks straight at me.
“They want to see you downstairs,” he says as he comes in and closes the door behind him.
I already know that all the bedrooms up here are soundproofed, so I don’t bother to lower my voice. “What the fuck for?”
“To find out what you know. To make sure we’re not forcing you to do anything.” He holds out his hands. “I don’t know. Hunters are dicks.” He glances at Mal. “And that guy downstairs is extra fucking special.”
Mal frowns as he looks at me, then Flint. “We watched them from the window. Did it seem to you like he recognised Morgan?”
“When he got out of the car?”
Mal nods.
“Yeah, maybe. Hid it pretty fucking quickly, though.”
They both turn to look at me.
“What?”
“Any chance you’ve seen him before?” Mal asks.
I shake my head. “No.” But is that true? “I mean, I work in a shop. I guess it’s possible they’ve come in and I didn’t notice them. Customers all look the same to me after a while.” Although something makes me think I’d remember them.
“Maybe that’s it,” Flint says, but neither he nor Mal look convinced.
“You okay?” Flint directs this to Nico who hasn’t moved from the chair by the wall. He’s got one knee drawn up and hasn’t really spoken since I got here.
Nico glances at Mal, a panicked look on his face.
“It’s okay,” Mal soothes, walking over to him.
