My mouth dropped open in disbelief. The Keller pack didn’t deal in drugs—Ty and his father assured me they didn’t.
“Drugs?” Ty cocked his head to the side, clearly shocked by the accusation. “That has to be a mistake.”
“A building inspector attended the Keller Enterprises factory located at 223 Poplar Street earlier today, regarding a sale of the property,” the other officer explained, his tone serious. “During his inspection, he found a significant amount of illegal substances on the property.”
Ty’s face darkened, and I watched as the anger boiled beneath the surface. “You’ve clearly made a mistake,” he spat through gritted teeth.
“Regardless,” the first officer said, unfazed by Ty’s growing agitation, “we need you to come down to the station for questioning.”
“Fine,” Ty relented. “I give you my word as alpha of the Keller pack that I’ll comply. I’ll present myself to the police station in town under my own recognizance.” He glanced down at hisbloodied, disheveled appearance and back at the officer. “I’m sure you understand?”
The officers exchanged glances before nodding and departing, leaving the door wide open in their wake.
I hesitated to speak up, afraid I’d break the delicate balance between Ty keeping his cool and completely losing his shit. “What’s going on?”
He shook his head. “I have no fucking clue. But I intend to find out.” He touched his bleeding lip and scowled. “Guess I’ll get cleaned up before driving to the warehouse to get some answers.”
When Ty ran upstairs to take a quick shower, I slumped into a chair in the corner, staring at the remnants of Ty’s fury on the floor. Drugs? I tried to wrap my head around the accusation.
There was no way the Keller pack was involved in that kind of thing. Right?
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TY
Steam filled the bathroom, and I stepped out of the shower, the hot water having done little to calm my nerves. Grabbing a towel, I wiped the foggy mirror and looked closely at my reflection. My face bore the marks of a brawl, bruised and battered, but alive. Maximus was in much worse shape, his pathetic life spared only by Nico’s intervention. If it weren’t for him, I’d have ended that bastard without a second thought.
“Yet another fucker I should have killed when I had the chance,” I muttered, pulling on jeans and a sweatshirt. The familiar weight of my wallet, keys, and watch reassured me as I checked the time. There should be enough of it to run by the warehouse and get some answers before dealing with the police at the station.
Drugs in my factory? What the hell?
Descending the stairs two at a time, I found Liza where I’d left her, sitting in the same spot, looking fragile and pale. Two housekeepers were on their hands and knees, scrubbing away the bloodstains from the hardwood floor. I scowled. “Sorryabout the mess. I promise you’ll receive a bonus with your next paycheck. Just be sure to keep this to yourselves.”
They smiled hesitantly, scrubbing harder and faster, clearly eager to erase all traces of the violence that had occurred.
“Hey,” I said softly, sitting down next to Liza. “I... uh, have to go deal with this warehouse situation. I have to clear my name before this reaches the news. If the media catches wind of drugs at a Keller business, we’ll never bounce back. It will completely destroy our family name and make the pack look like drug handlers.”
Liza glanced at me, her eyes clouded with worry. I cupped her head gently, turning her face toward mine. “I don’t want to leave you, babe, but I have to handle this. I’ll be back soon and then we’ll talk.”
“I get it. It’s fine. Just go,” she said as she stared off into space.
“Look, Nico will be here, and the security guards are on high alert. Try to get some rest, okay?” I knew that was easier said than done.
She grunted in response, not meeting my gaze. I couldn’t blame her—she had a lot on her mind.
“Nothing’s changed, Liza. We’ll deal with all of this, I promise. We’re a team, and before we know it, this entire nightmare will be a distant memory.” I gave her a lingering kiss before standing to leave.
The engine roared to life, and I headed toward the warehouse, my mind racing almost as fast as the car. I needed answers, and quickly. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Bryce.
A groggy voice answered. “Hey, man. What time is it?”
“Are you fucking kidding me, Bryce? Did I wake you?”
“Ah… yeah, late-night rendezvous. You know how it is.” I could practically hear him smirking through the phone.
“Of course. Why did I even ask? Listen, you won’t believe what’s happening. Looks like you missed some calls from our factory manager.”
He sounded fully awake now. “Really? What the fuck’s going on?”
