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I fell into step behind Eddie and wished like hell that I’d brought a gun with me. If anything bad went down, I was fucked.
When we entered the room, I realized that there was only one man there, seated behind a giant mahogany desk, grinning at us.
And he was fucking gorgeous.
Broad shoulders and thick biceps stretched the black t-shirt he was wearing, and his cheekbones looked sharp enough to cut glass. Laugh lines creased at the corners of his bright eyes and around his full lips.
“Edward!” he said happily as he got to his feet. “You look good.”
“As do you, sir,” Eddie said.
“And you must be Matthew,” the man said, walking around the desk toward us with his hand outstretched. “It’s nice to finally put a face with the name.”
There was something oddly familiar about the man, but I wasn’t sure what. I didn’t recognize him, I never would have forgotten seeing someone who looked like that…but it still felt as if we’d met somewhere before.
“Nice to meet you, sir,” I said, still not fully understanding what was going on. But if my Duke was calling him sir, that meant I needed to as well.
“Let’s sit over here. We’ll have a drink and talk.”
Eddie and I followed him to a sitting area in the corner of the office. I watched with surprise as Eddie went to the bar and poured each of us a whiskey. I’d never seen that man get his own drinks in my life. Hell, he had a gopher to fetch him beers everywhere we went.
“Edward fought pretty hard for you, you know,” the man said softly, his warm, green eyes sparkling as they met my gaze.
Suddenly it hit me.
This was the Prince of Detroit.
Eddie had just thrown me into the deep end with the highest-ranking member of the cartel that I was ever likely to meet with no warning or heads up. And I was sitting there unarmed and unprepared.
“Thanks,” I told Eddie as he shoved a glass in my hand. I noticed that it was quite full, and I appreciated it. I took a deep pull and barely held back a sigh as the booze burned its way down my throat.
“Edward tells me that you’re doing a great job already,” the Prince said, his tone clearly thick with pride. “You’ve been with us for what…four years?”
“Yes, sir,” I agreed.
That feeling of familiarity was still so fucking strong, and it was kind of freaking me out. I’d definitely never met this man.
“Well, I’m sure you’re going to do great as Knight of Detroit,” the Prince assured me. “You just need to remember who your real family is, and you’ll be fine.”
It felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head, and only years of undercover work kept me from showing any expression at all as I realized why this man seemed so familiar to me.
“Edward,” the Prince said, his gaze still locked on mine. “I think Matthew and I should have a chat. Why don’t you go find Speedball? From what I understand, no one has heard from him in a few days. We’re all starting to get worried about the kid.”
“Yes, sir,” Eddie answered, obviously confused but unwilling to argue with his Prince.
“I’ll make sure your Knight gets home to you in one piece,” the Prince promised. “Run along now.”
Eddie didn’t argue, just set his glass down and walked out, closing the door behind himself and leaving me alone with the lying, traitorous scumbag sitting across from me.
“Matt,” he said softly.
“You son of a bitch!” I hissed, jumping to my feet and glaring down at him. “All this time. You’ve been here. Right here. All this fucking time. God damnit Griffin!”
Chapter Seven
~Matt~
“Look,” Griffin said, holding his hands out defensively in front of himself. “I know you’re angry.”
