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Eating snacks.
Watching reruns.
Yet, somehow, it was the best night of my entire freaking life.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Slash
“Why didn’t you come to me?” Cillian asked, standing in the common area of the clubhouse the next day.
I hadn’t been in a rush to have him over.
See, when you had a woman like Nyx in your bed, you just weren’t in a hurry to get out of it.
Add on the fact that Nyx really needed to catch up on sleep, and it meant we hadn’t really gotten our day started until almost noon.
But Cillian had already been in the living room when we came down, having coffee while Delaney was getting the baby up from his nap.
The way his eyes darkened and his jaw tightened when he glanced at Nyx told me he absolutely always saw her as more than an employee, more like a member of his extended family.
“I almost did,” Nyx told him. “But I came this way instead,” she said, and there was no way Cillian missed how she almost looked a little pink-cheeked at that confession.
“Yeah, how long has this been going on?” he asked, looking between the two of us.
“Casually? For a couple of years,” Nyx admitted.
“Christ,” Cillian said, sighing. “How’d I miss that?”
“Well, in your defense, she would only meet up out of town,” I told him as I handed Nyx a cup of coffee. “Which is all part of the story we have to let you in on.”
So then I launched into it, getting little snippets of input from Nyx as I let Cillian in on what was happening.
“So, you’re going to the Bratva,” Cillian concluded.
“That’s one of my stops today, yeah.” The others included getting her shit from the motel and paying the bill, then grabbing some of her stuff from her apartment when I went to check out the damage.
Nyx, after a lot of grumbling, had agreed to stay behind at the clubhouse where no one could get to her without a bunch of guys with guns ready to step in and save her.
She needed the break.
She’d been through enough.
Besides, I didn’t really know what to expect from dealing with the Novikoff brothers, so I figured it was smarter to leave her out of it.
But first, it was over to the motel, where Jack practically ran out to meet my bike.
Which was unusual.
Because Jack did as little as possible as slowly as he could.
A rampant underachiever, you really never saw the man putting a stick in it, or going above and beyond to do anything.
“Have you seen Nyx?” he asked before I even got my helmet off. There was even a hint of panic in his voice. Being the person who’d seen her first, after Dr. Price, I imagined he’d been worried about her and whoever did the damage to her pretty face.
“She’s at the clubhouse,” I told him, holding out a hand. “She’s safe. I’m just here to get her shit and settle her bill. What?” I asked when he gave me an uncertain look.
“Someone tossed her room,” he told me. “She took off yesterday morning and sometime after, one of the other guests told me that one of the rooms’ door was open and that the room looked wrecked.
