“M… mafia?”
They all shrugged. “Not as bad as they seem. Grease is great, and you’d never know now that he’s ex mafia.”
“Shhh! That’s not supposed to be common knowledge.”
I lost track of who was saying what, because my mind was whirling with so much information being dumped on me at once.
“I just figured it out!” Elise said triumphantly, shocking me out of my inner turmoil with a gasp.
“What?”
“Guns. He has guns!” She was up off the sofa next, heading for the gaggle of bikers, with their Phoenix patches all facing us right now.
“Guns?” Nate has a room full of guns? My god. I was starting to realise I didn’t know a damn thing about him anymore.
“Nate!!”
Chapter Nine
Iheard a panickedvoice yell my name, and knew instantly that Glory needed me, and that presented me with a fucking problem. I had to get them all out of this room and lock it up first.
“Out. Everyone out.Now.”
“NATE!”
“Ooooh Nate, huh… that’s cute.”
“Glory needs me, fucker. I need you all out so I can lock up.”
“We’re not gonna misbehave, brother.”
“It’s the law.”
They all started laughing, but they backed out of the room, followed by Tori.
“Well, we are so very law abiding.”
I locked the door and turned to look for Glory, who was now stomping in my direction, a fierce look on her face, and fuck me, it was hot. So fucking hot.
“Sweetheart?”
“Nate! What the fuck! You have GUNS?”
I darted my eyes at the others, who chuckled and joined their women, leaving me by the gun room with Glory, while they took up my sofas. Fuckers. There would be no getting them out of here now.
Fuck, but that old sass was right there in her eyes, and it made me want to kiss the hell out of her. That urge was getting so hard to keep fighting, but it was my problem to deal with.
“It’s all legal,” I said lamely, shrugging a shoulder, while stupidly wondering if I was just trying to wind her up more, just to see more of the old Glory. To know she was still in there, waiting to be freed again.
She glanced back at the others, then at me again, the moves of her head so sharp that her dark hair flew. So fucking gorgeous.
“They’re guns! They’re dangerous! People kill people with them!”
I sighed, backing up to lean against the door of my extremely fucking secure room. She followed, letting us move even further out of range of all those ears.
“Bad people kill people, babe, and sometimes they use guns. Guns don’t kill people, but you made that distinction already. Yes, they’re dangerous, that’s why people like me follow all the rules.”
She frowned at the heavy iron door.
