Page 41 of Wild Night
It’s Monty’s turn to laugh, and I decide to stay not only silent but as still as humanly possible because I’m not sure what’s going to happen when Monty lifts his hand and makes a forward motion.
I hold my breath while my eyes widen as I watch five men move behind Monty and stand in similar positions to him, legs spread, but instead of arms crossed, they hang loosely at their sides.
“You aren’t going to do shit, Lucian. Did you think that we didn’t know who and what you were?” Monty asks. “I clocked you the second you walked in here sniffing around and asking questions. The complete desperation you had about joining us was pathetic. Did you think you could ever truly be part of our organization?” he asks.
Holy.
Shit.
Organization?
What organization?
But before I can even think about asking, not that I would at this point, Monty jerks his chin toward me. “Release my employee, Lucian. I let you have your fun, let you dig your hole, but it’s time you let Posey go.”
“No,” Lucian snaps.
Monty lifts his hand again, making another motion, and that’s when my breath comes out in a whoosh, and that’s because a woman is brought forward, and she seems confused. At a deeper look, I notice that she’s got mascara staining her cheeks, and she’s been crying. She’s a pretty girl, probably around my age, but she is clearly as lost as I am in this situation, maybe even more so.
“Let my wife go,” Lucian snaps.
Monty bursts out laughing, like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Meanwhile, my heart stops beating at Lucian’s word.Granted, I know now that we were never legally married, but I didn’t think he was married to someone else.
She’s blonde, thin, and gorgeous. Stunning, really. And scared out of her freaking brains. I know the look because I have no doubt I’m mirroring the exact same expression.
“Oh, this one is your wife?” Monty asks. “Funny, I thought Posey was your wife. I gave you the winery venue as a wedding gift. I watched the ceremony…”
Monty is correct. All those things happened just like he said. Except for the part where I married Lucian. Because obviously, we aren’t really married. He’s calling this gorgeous woman in front of me his wife.
“I married Ranae ten years ago,” Lucian states.
“Honey, what’s happening?”
This poor woman is beyond confused. She’s me. Because I don’t know exactly what’s happening here, either, although I’m starting to understand what’s going on. It’s something illegal.
The Feds were called, and Lucian was undercover. Now, maybe he isn’t so much undercover because Monty knows exactly what he is, and he’s calling him out, which means there is something else working here. I don’t want to know what any of it is, though. I don’t even want to be here.
IVY
Maverick and Goose are loaded onto their bikes. I feel incredibly guilty that they are doing this. I know it’s not completely for me, but at the same time, it feels like that’s what it’s for—me.
Shocker lifts his hand, giving me a single wave as he climbs onto his trike. He bought it a year ago, said it helps with his knees and back. I don’t blame him. It does look comfortableas fuck. I’m not ready to invest in one yet, but I can definitely understand the appeal.
I watch as they take off, one, two, and then three. When they’re out of sight, I turn back toward the clubhouse. Piggy is leaning against the wall next to the door, his eyes on me. “You good?” he asks.
No.
No, I am not good.
I don’t say that, though. Instead, I just jerk my chin in his direction and move toward the door next to him. Before I can pass, I feel his hand touch the center of my chest.
Dipping my chin, I look down at his hand, then follow his arm until my gaze catches his. Arching a brow, I wait for him to explain to me why the fuck he has his hand on the center of my chest.
“Think about this,” he warns.
“About?” I ask.
He shakes his head once as he watches me for a silent moment, then lets out a breath. “You go in there and fuck a whore; what does Posey say or think about that?”
