Mack chuckles. “Don’t we know it? We are too. Let’s see what the lawyer has to say and go from there, okay?”
“Yeah, okay.” What the hell else am I going to say as I allow them to lead me into her building.
CHAPTER TEN
Luna
As soon as the bell chimes, Prescott is out of his seat and hurrying into the reception area.
“Good morning, gentlemen. Ms. Salazar is ready to see you now.”
I wrinkle my nose. Did he just call me Ms. Salazar?
That’s even worse than boss.
I push to my feet as Prescott leads three massive men into my office.
They’re so big it makes the spacious office feel small, and for a moment, I forget how to speak.
All three men are spectacularly attractive.
The first is a burly red-haired man with pretty hazel eyes that I could get lost in. His hair flops into his eyes before he pushes it back, and there’s something endearing about the movement. Behind him are a massive Black man and a tall, slender Asian man.
Now I can see why Syrus didn’t want to let this into town. Between their size and their MC cuts, they scream trouble.
They certainly look like alphas, but looks can be deceiving.
I wouldn’t mind getting into that trouble.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Absolutely not.
Prescott clears his throat, and my eyes find him as he lifts his eyebrows.
Right. I have a job to do.
“Hello, gentlemen. I’m Luna Salazar.”
The Asian man chuckles. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me a gentleman before.”
“Behave, Ven.” The redhead elbows him before smiling at me. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Salazar. We appreciate your agreeing to see us. My name is Knight.”
I lift a brow. “I don’t have a Knight on my appointment book for today.”
He chuckles. “No, that would be under my legal name—Ward Collins. Knight is my road name.”
“Night as in nighttime?” Prescott asks, and I’m glad I’m not the only one wondering exactly that.
“No, as in a knight of the Round Table,” he corrects.
“Or as in white knight,” the last man says, running a hand over his close-cropped hair. “Because that’s exactly what Knight is.”
“Or wants to be,” the other man adds as Knight moves forward to offer me his hand.
Knight sighs. “Ignore them. I do.”
“This is Prescott. He’s a paralegal and works as my assistant. He’ll sit in on our meeting and take notes.” I glance at the other two men. “Do I get your names?”
