Page 178 of Romeo

Chasm barely reacted.

His attention was locked on the last folder.

Morgan Delany.

His fingers curled around the edge hard enough to bend it.

“He has a file on my fucking wife,” he growled. “How the fuck did he know?”

Good fucking question.

Morgan had always been kept separate from the club. If Steele knew she was Chasm’s wife, he’d been digging into places none of us realized. If he didn’t know and had a file on Morgan for some other reason, I wasn’t sure that was any better.

Chasm grabbed his phone and called King.

“Hello?”

“Did you tell Steele I got married?”

“Of course I didn’t fucking tell him,” King snapped. “Why?”

“He’s got six files in his office; each file has a girl’s name. One of them is Morgan.”

“What does it say?”

There was nothing in the folder. No notes. No photographs. Not a damn thing to tell us why Morgan’s name had earned a folder inside Steele’s office.

“The files are empty. So whatever was in them, Stone took it when he left.”

“I guess you better get your ass to Virginia,” King ordered.

Virginia.

My attention shifted from the folder to Chasm.

The bastard now had a club-sanctioned reason to go straight to Rosewood, and judging by the way his jaw tightened, he was already inventing reasons not to take it.

“I can’t, King. She deserves better than what I can offer her.”

I rolled my eyes and dropped back into the chair, settling one ankle over my knee.

There were days when Chasm was too fucking stupid to deserve sympathy. He could call disappearing a sacrifice all he wanted. Morgan hadn’t been given a choice in the matter. I knew damn well what it cost to wait for a woman to decide what she wanted. Every instinct I had demanded the opposite where Fiona was concerned, but her choice had to belong to her.

Chasm had never given Morgan one.

“And what if she’s in danger, Chasm? What then?” King demanded through the phone. “This shit isn’t over. Dakota and Zephyr are out there licking their fucking wounds. Stone is still alive, and by now, he knows you are too. You think he won’t go after Morgan?”

Chasm’s thumb moved over her name, but he said nothing.

“You know what, asshole, fucking forget it.”

The call disconnected, and a second later, my phone rang.

I looked at the screen.

Prez.

Chasm’s eyes narrowed when I smiled.