Page 144 of His Virgin Romance Series
“This is all very unfortunate,” I said. “But what does any of this have to do with me?”
“The night he almost choked her to death, she slipped him a couple of sleeping pills and took off,” Devon said. “She’s convinced he’ll come after her now, and she needs a safe place to stay. I was hoping…you would allow her to stay here.”
“Here?” I repeated. “In the club’s house?”
“Yes.”
I cocked my head to the side. “This is a fucking motorcycle club. It’s a brotherhood. This is not the fucking witness protection program.”
“This guy could be really dangerous,” Devon said. “What if he comes after her?”
“Then you’ll have to protect her.”
“I can protect her better from here.”
I didn’t like where this was heading. “Tell her to go to the police and report him.”
“She did,” Devon replied. “They found no record of him anywhere. It’s like he doesn’t exist. The police can’t find someone that doesn’t exist.”
That part caught my attention. “What was his name again?” I asked.
“Walter something…”
“Last name?” I asked impatiently.
Devon frowned in concentration as he tried to remember. “Walter… I think it was Black.”
“Walter Black?”
“Yeah… yeah, that sounds about right.”
“Sounds like a fake fucking name to me,” I said, as my suspicions rose. “Have you been to his apartment?”
“I checked out the place a few days ago,” Devon nodded. “No one was there… Place was a ghost town.”
“Any pictures of him?”
“None,” Devon replied. “I’ve been driving by his apartment daily since Abby came to me. There’s no sign of the man. It seems he’s disappeared.”
“Why would he have disappeared?”
“He knew that Abby had a brother in a motorcycle gang… maybe he knew I would come for him.”
“It’s possible,” I conceded.
“But you don’t think it’s likely… do you?”
I didn’t reply. Instead, I poured myself another mug of black coffee. “Ok,” I said, at last.
“Ok?”
“Your sister can stay here in the house… but just until we find out who exactly this Walter Black really is.”
“Understood,” Devon nodded gratefully.
“Can your sister handle herself?” I asked.
“If you mean can she defend herself, the answer is no,” Devon replied. “She’s… not like other girls.”
I raised my eyebrows. “What does that mean?”
“She’s innocent.”
“Well, living here… she won’t be for long,” I said. “She can have the room next to mine.”
I saw Devon look a little uncertain, but he bit his tongue and held back whatever was on his mind. “Ok,” he had no choice but to say.
