“I’m not sure if you want to know.”
“I do.” I nod. “I’m not naive. I know the club isn’t law-abiding.”
“Running guns and cocaine.” He walks inside. “And they’re pretty sure they were making and distributing MDMA for a long time.”
“Pretty sure?”
He nods his head, turning and looking at me. “They were making it in purgatory back in the day.”
“How do you know?”
“I don’t, at least not for certain. But it makes sense. I remember going up there with Ash once; there was a lab.”
It causes me to pause as I turn, walking into the house after him.
“What?” he asks as he looks at my face.
Sitting down on the bed, I look up, even more confused. “If you’ve known where purgatory was this whole time, why have you said nothing?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m sure the Force would love to know that information. I’m sure you could get a promotion out of it.”
“I don’t want a promotion.” He laughs, shaking his head.
“Invading the question?”
Sighing, he walks over to me, sits down, and it feels as if he’slooking directly into my soul. “I told you, above all else, I’m loyal.” He nods his head. “Regardless of the circumstances. I’m loyal to family.”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Nope,” he shakes his head.
“That makes no sense.”
“I know.” He pauses, looking down, standing and walking out of the bedroom and down the hall. “It will, eventually.”
I can tell by the volume and the distance he’s put between the two of us he didn’t want me to hear the last part.
After a couple of moments, I get up off the bed, walking out the door after him.
As I walk into the kitchen, he’s looking in the fridge.
“What are you doing now?”
“I brought a couple of things up with me, but realizing now that we don’t really have anything for dinner.” He pauses, looking back at me. “We could go to the store.”
“Or,” I pause, walking over to him and slipping my fingers into the top of his jeans. “We could order pizza.”
Cocking an eyebrow, he smirks. “And while we wait…”
“Hm,” batting my eyes at him, he bites his bottom lip. “I’m sure we could find something to pass the time.”
Squealing as he lifts me up.
* * *
I’m holding his hand in public as we leave the restaurant. It’s something that should feel strange, since we’ve never been able to, but somehow it doesn’t. Somehow it feels natural. We’ve been at the house for a few nights, just the two of us. Although this is really the first time we’ve left… or had clothes on.
