“It means if you don’t want the girl you love to find out you’re fucking someone else, don’t bring them both to the same place.”
I snort.
He picks up the remote and rewinds one of the many angles to the women’s bathroom again. It shows Kira and Elli entering and a minute later I watch Amelia enter as well. I step closer to the TV as time goes by slowly. He had fast-forwarded over this earlier. Finally, the door opens and out walks Amelia with a smile on her face. Not much later, Kira runs out, then I see Elli. She pauses, wipes her wet cheeks, takes a deep breath, and walks down the hall into the open club. She sees me and stiffens. Then her eyes find Marcus and it’s over. I can tell. Whatever was said snapped something inside her and she was done with me.
Well, sucks to be her because I’m not letting her go.
He shuts it off and speaks, “Next time you plan on doing something over pussy in my club, I expect to be informed.”
“Thanks,” I growl, headed for the door.
“Sin?”
“Yeah?” I turn to face him.
“Marcus?” He leans back in his seat.
“Taken care of,” I say. They won’t get anything off what the guys left for the cops to find.
He nods. “Next time, give me a heads-up.”
“Yes, sir,” I say and go to open the door but stop when I see someone was about to enter.
“Sorry I’m late,” Ryat Archer announces, entering the room. Last time I saw him, we were at the house of Lords sitting in the basement when Matt volunteered himself and Ryat for an assignment.
“Just in time,” Tyson informs him. Then he looks at me. “You’ll want to sit back down, Sin.”
Shutting the door, I walk over to the couch across from the one Ryat sits down in. He looks like shit. Busted lip, black eye, and some bruises on his upper neck. He’s wearing a hoodie, making it hard to see anything else, with a set of dark jeans. You can tell they’re older. I wonder if Matt got a hold of him like he did Matt.
“What the hell happened to you?” I can’t help but ask.
He grunts but doesn’t answer. Me and Ryat aren’t close, but he is with Tyson. The Lords are like anything else. There are cliques within us. Ryat didn’t grow up here in Pennsylvania like me, Jayce, and Corbin. He’s from New York. Moved here after high school graduation to attend Barrington.
“I was on an assignment,” Ryat states and I nod.
“I’m aware. What’s that have to do with me?” I wonder.
He bows his head, running his hand through his dark hair. “Normally, I wouldn’t do this, but if I were you, I’d want to know.” He lifts his head, and his eyes meet mine.
A cold chill runs up my spine when he speaks. I watch his lips move, hear his words, but with the blood rushing in my ears, I’m unable to process what he’s saying to me. One thing is for sure, everything is about to change. And I’m going to owe Ryat big time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
SIN
IT’S A LITTLE after nine in the morning when I pull into the driveway. Pulling my cell out of my pocket, I call my father’s number. He answers on the second ring.
“Son.”
“Make the call,” I say, looking over the house that sits in front of me.
He sighs. “It’s for the best, East—”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” I interrupt him.
He lets out a deep breath, getting irritated with my attitude but I don’t care. After what Ryat told me, I need to make some changes. And they need to be made as soon as possible.
“I’ll make the call. But, son…”