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“How pissed was G that you blew all that heroin?”
Oh. So it wasn’t a coincidence that my phone rang right when Griffin left my apartment. Eddie really did have eyes on me. I just didn’t understand why.
“He wasn’t happy,” I answered honestly.
“He let you work it off in trade?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know about stuff like that,” I said, forcing my tone to stay casual.
“I don’t,” Eddie lied. “Just making conversation.”
“Uh-huh.” That was bullshit. He was still phishing for something, and I didn’t know why. Was he worried that I was gunning for his position as Duke?
I hadn’t asked Griffin if he’d talked to Eddie yet about the move to Chicago, but maybe that was all this was. Eddie was pissed he had to choose between his girlfriend and his place in the cartel. So…he was going to take it out on me.
“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he said. “We’ve got a job tomorrow. Meet me down at Emerald City Harbor tomorrow morning at five.”
“It’s midnight,” I said, looking down at my watch. “Five hours from now?”
“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “See you then.”
He disconnected and I tapped my phone on my forehead as I tried to think through what was happening between me and Eddie. His tone hadn’t been angry or anything, so I didn’t think he was pissed. But what the hell did he need me to meet him at the marina that fucking early for?
Normally the only work we had at the docks and marinas were pick-ups, and we had gopher grunts for that shit. The Duke and Knight of the city had no business muling drugs across the city.
I blew out a sigh and got up to head to bed. I needed to get a few hours of sleep if I were going to be alert enough to keep an eye on Eddie that early.
He was up to something, and I was too tired to try to figure it out just yet. But I had a feeling that whatever it was…it wasn’t going to be anything good.
Chapter Thirteen
~Griffin~
The next morning I was still reeling from what had happened between me and Matt. After so many years of late-night conversations and growing closer and closer to our breaking points, we’d finally taken a small step toward our uncertain future.
But more than my happiness at finally being physical with him, I was confused as to how it possible that a man like Matt Lynch was still a virgin.
Part of me was glad that he hadn’t had to use his body to keep his cover, and I was secretly thrilled that he really hadn’t slept with Kenny. Lower parts of my anatomy were happy that when we took the next step, I would be the first man to fully claim him. To show him the kind of pleasure I was desperate to give him.
But I was also worried. I cared about him. Deeply. Definitely more than I should. And I knew that he felt the same way about me.
The difference was, I knew my feelings were real, were based on years of experience and knowledge leading to an informed feeling of affection…maybe even love.
For Matt, I was the only person from the outside world he’d spoken to in four years. The only light in the dark.
How could I ever believe his feelings were genuine?
And how would either of us be able to sacrifice the other if we needed to?
But damn it, I wanted him. Wanted to claim him completely. Own him. Make him mine and keep him.
I just wasn’t sure that was fair to him.
One day he’d be free. He’d be out of the cartel and able to go and do whatever he pleased. Was it fair to him to stake my claim before he’d even had a chance to live his own life?
A knock on the door interrupted my internal whining and I forced myself to smile when Carter walked in.
“Hey boss,” he said, closing the door before striding over and dropping into a chair in front of my desk. “You ready?”
