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Then there was Hayes. He was gentler, calmer than the others. I’d only known them for a short while, so I wasn’t sure what else was under his easygoing exterior. So far, he was attentive, intelligent, and almost soft spoken in comparison, which was unsurprising after seeing who he was related to.
Then there was their father. I still couldn’t get over the fact that the pack that I had found was a literal family and from the way these men acted, I had a feeling it wasn’t just family by blood, but Family in the criminal sense as well.
Just my luck.
“Where’s Cyrus?” I asked to distract myself. He’d been missing since I walked out of my room this morning.
“He had some business to attend to.”
With everything that had happened with the car accident and the smoke bomb, I wasn’t surprised.
“At the campaign office?” I asked curious to see if they would keep their secrets just as close as I held mine.
“Maybe,” Western offered. “Doubt it, but you don’t get to know more than that, little dove.”
“That’s fine,” I sighed. “It doesn’t drive me absolutely mad like it does to you.” He squeezed me tight and shifted me, stealing a kiss even though I’d barely swallowed my drink.
“You taste even better laced with espresso.” He hummed happily.
His triumphant smile was filled with heat, and I looked away, staring at the TV to give myself a break from the intensity of his stare. I couldn’t fall into them too quickly. My mission was top priority. It had to be.
“You know what’s better than sitting around here watching these shitty headlines on the news?” Western mused.
Sterling leveled him with an unamused stare. “I’m sure you’re going to tell us.”
“Fucking Bailey,” he proposed.
That was the exact moment that I had just taken another sip of my coffee. The hot liquid caught in my throat, making me cough. He took the mug from my hand and rubbed my back until I was able to breathe again.
Nothing says sexy like spewing coffee on your mates.
Weston seemed to find it hilarious. “Now, I’m not sure if that was a good reaction or a bad reaction.”
“I’m not going to fuck you in front of your brothers,” I said, leaving the fact that I wouldn’t fuck Sterling at all right now unsaid.
“We’re all your mates here, baby. Who said anything about leaving them out? You have three holes,” he pointed out as casually as if we were discussing the weather.
“You wish,” I told him before getting out of his lap… or at leastattemptingto. He tried to hold me back, only letting go when Sterling gave off a warning growl.
“Have you heard anything else about the office?” I questioned once I’d settled in my own seat. I’d even tucked a blanket over my lap for good measure. From the way Weston tracked the movement, he wasn’t deterred in the least.
Sterling was the one to answer. “No, it’s closed today while they fix the windows. That’s about all we have so far.”
“Great. All of you are going with me to tonight’s event, I take it?”
“Of course we are,” Hayes said. “That was a direct order from the senator, and we can’t ignore those.” The way he spoke, completely factually and logically, had me biting back a smile.
“Is he your only boss?” I asked.
“No,” Hayes answered absently, then he tensed as if he were waiting for me to keep going. He’d told me what I needed for now, that the senator’s office wasn’t their true purpose. If anyone understood not sharing your darkest secrets, it was me, so I couldn’t pry further without being a complete hypocrite.
I turned to look out the window again to stop myself from digging further. From the moment we woke up, he’d been on his computer. More than once, I nearly caved and asked him about the name and date the Syndicate had given me, but I didn’t know just how much I could trust them. They’d already alluded to the fact that they didn’t work for the senator out of choice. Hell, they didn’t even seem to be supporters, but there was a huge difference between not supporting the man you work for and condoning sabotage… which was my game plan.
The idea of killing him didn’t sit well with me and I knew with the right angles and the breadcrumbs I’d gotten from the Syndicate, I’d eventually find what I was looking for.
Another option would be sending it directly to the media and watching the chips fall where they may. I’d considered it but I also didn’t trust them to show everything. I wasn’t exactly familiar with every news outlet and network in North Harbor. If the police chief was in their pocket then who else was?
I’d be better off sending it to the other candidate’s campaign offices and letting them control the media. There were so many options I couldn’t pinpoint the right direction. That and I was too fucking tired to give it proper attention.
