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I winced but was silently grateful for him moving past the topic that I was so obviously ignorant about. “You think she’d do that?”
He stared at the ground, lost in thought. “Honestly, I have no idea. She’s been through a lot over the past few months. Coming here is a bit of a last resort for me. Penelope has been part of that club since she was a teenager. It’s her home. I can’t simply tell her to leave while she’s pregnant with one of our highest-ranking members’ babies.”
What a shitshow.
“We’ll figure it out though, right. That’s what we do as president. We handle it.”
He stood, slapping me on the back before moving toward the door, but I had to stop him.
My gut was screaming at me that I was missing something, so I blurted.
“Your men…they won’t say anything?”
Turning toward me, his expression softened.
“About Witt’s daughter? You have my word.”
Witt…Witt.
My mind flashed back to being seventeen, sitting in the office and seeing that name for the first time. Then all the times after.
“You good?” Jameson asked, and I waved him off.
“Good. Just thinking.”
I followed him out, hoping I was wrong because if that name was surfacing again and it were somehow attached to who I thought it was, then I was more fucked than I realized.
Killian
Age 17
The club was quiet for once, which was unsettling. The noise had become like soothing background music in my mind. I liked the chaos, and the extra volume always made me feel less lonely.
Which was annoying, and frankly just bullshit.
I didn’t want to rely on anyone to make me feel less lonely, let alone an entire club full of people.
Using more force than necessary, I pressed the tip of the pencil into the paper in front of me, shading until there wasn’t a single space of white available. I knew the old timers would be coming in soon enough, and they’d play a game of cards, and their laughter would at least keep me company.
I’d leave the office, but a few prospects were cleaning in the main room, and I needed a break from mine. Simon’s office had the best lighting anyway.
“You doing your homework?” A slap landed on the back of my head, making me duck down with a wince.
I hadn’t even heard Red walking in, and she wore those impractical heels, so I always heard her. I glared over my shoulder at her flipping through files in one of the taller cabinets along the back wall. She was like a mother to me, but it didn’t mean I appreciated the fact that she treated me like a child.
She caught me staring and raised one of her dark brows. “Well?”
I nodded, but she knew me better than that.
“That don’t look like homework to me.”
“Fine. It’s not homework.” The pink pearl eraser slid easily between my fingers until it was pressed into the paper.
Red clicked her tongue before sliding the drawer shut with a loud snap. “Killian, you have to graduate. I don’t care what Simon says, you need your diploma.”
I started with a circle, wiping the residue by blowing on it. I had to be careful with how hard I pressed and not to swipe with the side of my hand.
“You listening to me?” Red stepped closer and poked over my shoulder to peek at my creation.
