“No fucking way.” My eyes grow wide, waiting for her to explain.
“Yep.”
“Why would the Mafia be here?”
“Well, you know London and Avery from the other club?”
“Yep.”
“Their duo is really a trio. The third best friend, Emily, is married to the head of the Russian Mafia. Hence, the connection with the guys.”
“Holy shit.”
“Uh-huh. The brothers did some work with them awhile back, but I can’t get into any details.”
“That’s still crazy he’s here right now.”
“I know. I’d guess that things are a little more serious than we’d anticipated. If Mafia and the other club is involved, it’s a bigger threat than our guys are letting on.”
“Who’s that, then?” I point out the same window as a gray Phantom pulls in next.
“Holy fucking shit,” she says, copying me from a minute ago, and I laugh. She turns to me and whispers, “That’s Thaddaeus Morelli.” The way she says it, makes him seem to be some magic creature.
“Okaaaay…Who is that, exactly?”
“Uh, that’s Chicago m. o. b.!” She spells out mob, and it nearly makes me laugh. I don’t, though, because this is serious according to her shocked gaze.
“So, is this bad, then?”
“Supposedly Cain did some work for him, but I’ve never seen him in person. I only know who he is because Viking showed me a picture in case I did ever see him.”
“Wow, I wonder why they’re all here at the same time. It kind of scares me being here with a ton more criminals than I’m used to.”
“For once, B, it scares me too, because it means my man is knee deep in something.”
“I take it he hasn’t mentioned to you about whatever he’s up to?”
“That would be a big fat no, but you better believe I’ll be asking him tonight.”
“I should ask Nightmare to tell me.”
“You can, but don’t be surprised if he doesn’t say anything.”
“Why would he keep it from me?”
“Because, it’s club business. He may not tell you to keep you safe.”
I hope that’s not the case. I may go crazy if he doesn’t share what’s going on. Prissy has me a little wigged-out with all these people suddenly showing up.
“Come on,” she calls and takes off out of the kitchen toward the main entry. I follow along, because I need to find out what’s happening one way or another.
The heavy door opens with Cain coming through on a mission and Thaddaeus hot on his heels.
“Princess.” Cain nods in acknowledgment. Of course he’d stop to greet her; she’s the Prez’s ‘ol lady. “Bethany,” he says to me next, and I nod, remaining quiet, stomach twirling with nerves.
The breath leaves me in the next moment as my hand’s engulfed by a large, strong completely male hand. “Pet.” His gaze meets mine, and I think my heart skips a beat when they do. “I’m Thaddaeus Morelli.” His other hand falls on top of mine as he introduces himself. His deep voice invokes hot flashes. The man is the definition of GQ power and beauty.Holy fuck.
“Ummm…hi,” I reply quietly, and Princess steps in to save me. I’m grateful for the interruption as I have no idea what to say to a man like that.