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“How do you know him?”I asked Micah, but he held me back, and his body was so rigid that my heart started to race.
What was wrong?I looked back at Garrett to see his focus was on me.
I tried to move forward, but Micah physically pushed me back.
Frustrated, I glared up at him.“What is wrong with you?”I asked.
“Move away from Fawn.”Garrett’s tone wasn’t threatening.It was casual.But somehow, it seemed laced with a warning.
“I wasn’t aware you knew Fawn,” Micah said, his hold easing up on me, but he wasn’t moving out of my way.
Garrett let out a low, deep chuckle.“Boy, don’t mistake my loyalty to Liam as one to you.”
Liam Walsh?The president of The Judgment?Garrett didn’t look like a man connected to a motorcycle club.He looked like a wealthy ranch owner in his cowboy hat and boots, being driven around in a Bentley.
Micah looked at me as he moved out of my way.I could see the fear in his eyes, and it unnerved me.What was he scared of?
I moved forward a step.“What do you need from me?I left Morii.I didn’t steal anything when I went.I don’t intend to return.If you and Micah would both leave, I could get dressed to find a new job.”
I refused to act scared of this man.I wasn’t at work, and he was at my home, uninvited.
“Fawn, Jesus,” Micah hissed under his breath.“Don’t talk to him like that, please,” he pleaded.
I glared up at him, then back at Garrett.
“You can leave, Micah,” he said simply, not taking his eyes off me.
“Fuck,” Micah muttered.
When he actually began to slowly walk down the two steps that led up to my camper door, I watched him, amazed at the fact that he was just doing what Garrett had told him to.He rarely obeyed Liam, and Liam was his boss.
When he stopped and looked back at Garrett, the blond man who was standing by the Bentley walked around the front of it and toward Micah.
“He didn’t say you could look at him,” the guy said to Micah.
“I’m leaving,” Micah assured the guy.
The guy seemed amused as he watched Micah go to his bike.
“When have you ever heard of me hurting an innocent woman?”Garrett asked.
Micah stopped walking and turned back to him.“Never.”
Garrett cocked an eyebrow.“Exactly.”
Micah flickered a glance at me before turning back around and getting on his bike.I stood there as he cranked it up, and with one last look, he drove away.My attention was now fully back on Garrett.I had more questions than I could count, but I wasn’t about to ask them.I didn’t want this man to think I cared.
“How do you know Micah?”he asked me.
“How do you know Micah?”I shot back at him.
The guy by the car moved, and Garrett held up a hand to stop him without taking his eyes off me.
“Get in the car, Kye,” he ordered.
I watched the blond guy turn and do as he had been told.
“Liam Walsh is a family friend,” Garrett said.“Now, tell me, how do you know Micah?”
