Page 182 of Romeo

King stared at me as I watched the realization hit.

Sal.

Morgan.

Him.

His expression changed almost immediately.

“Chasm, where the fuck is Morgan?”

Well, that answered who was on the phone. I stepped inside and closed the door while King listened to whatever Chasm said from Rosewood.

“Is it true?”

His hand closed around the arm of the chair. Then his head snapped up.

“Morgan!” The name cracked through the room. “Is. It. True?”

King went completely still.

Whatever answer he heard settled the question.

I’d watched this man find out he had family he’d never known existed. I’d seen him discover lies that went back decades.

This wasn’t the same.

Morgan wasn’t some stranger whose blood suddenly matched his.

He knew her.

They already had memories together. Years of them.

“Don’t fucking move, Jude,” King ordered before ending the call.

He dropped the phone onto the table and stared at it. I kept my fucking mouth shut. Some moments didn’t need Romeo DuBois trying to make them fucking funny. King dragged both hands over his face before bracing them on the table.

“Gator heard it from her?” he asked, his eyes never lifting.

“Yeah. She called Devlyn. Gator was part of the conversation.”

“And O’Malley?”

“Don’t know what Sal knows.”

He gave a humorless laugh. “Of course you fucking don’t.”

King pushed away from the table and grabbed his phone again. “Get the brothers ready.”

“For what?”

His head turned slowly. Okay. Stupid question.

“We’re going to Rosewood.”

Every thought in my head stopped.

Rosewood.