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Thane
Istill can’t believe Lyla left me!
Sure, it took me a while to deal with the uninvited guest, but she could’ve waited until I got back to the table to go home. I would’ve taken her.
Instead, the brat took an Uber and was home before I even realized she was missing.
So, after I drove her car back to the fairgrounds, I walked my ass back to the bar to get my bike and come home.
It gave me a lot of time to think, to rehash what happened with the Savage King over and over again.
I’ve never told anyone my secret. Not a soul my entire life.
Now a stranger knows, and if he runs his mouth, he could ruin my life.
Which means I should probably beef up my threat and pay him a visit to make sure he keeps quiet. Not to mention, it’ll give me another chance to see him.
I’ve just taken my shoes off and was about to sit down with my laptop to find out what I can about Ruger James Fulton when there’s a loud banging on my apartment door.
For a second, I think it might be the sexy blond biker coming to finish what we started. Which means I’m delusional because he doesn’t have my address. I have his license, not the other way around.
“Thane!”
I instantly recognize Isaac’s voice shouting my name through the door, erasing that short-lived fantasy.
If he’s showing up here tonight after a busy day with the wedding and reception instead of summoning me to the clubhouse or his house in the morning, I must be in some deep shit.
Did he find out about RJ? Did that son of a bitch tell him I’m gay as soon as I let him go?
Since it’s only a matter of time before Isaac breaks down the door or a neighbor calls the cops on him, I slip my feet back into my boots with a heavy sigh in case I have to make a run for it. Leaving them untied, I stand up from my bed to go answer the front door while the banging continues on.
Isaac’s entire body fills the doorway when I open up. His bearded face is furious, chest heaving. Shit is about to go down.
I brace myself for him to punch me or tell me I’m out of the club.
“How the fuck did my daughter end up in bed with that son of a bitch?”
Wait. What?
He’s here to yell at me about Lyla?
So, does that mean he doesn’t know I’m gay? Thank fuck.
But what guy was Lyla with tonight? There wasn’t anyone with her when I went to check on her. Was there?
“Isaac, I swear I don’t know what son of a bitch –”
“Barrett Fulton!” he shouts as he shoves past me into the living room.
“Fulton?” I repeat. Could Barrett Fulton be Ruger James Fulton’s brother? I’m gonna go with a yes. They both must have been at the fairgrounds. “How did Lyla…when did that happen?”
“Fucking Fulton was sneaking out of my house, Lyla’s bedroom, when I got home tonight!”
“Oh. Damn.”
“How could you let this happen?”
Of course he’s going to blame me, but this isn’t my fault. Lyla’s a grown woman who can sleep with whoever she wants. Must be nice…
