Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,33

escaped?"

They both fell quiet and didn't turn the music back on. I was pretty sure I was far enough back that they couldn't hear me breathing to calm myself down.

I needed to hide the knife when I got home because if they were worried about me having it, they might try to steal it. If it was that important, I needed to protect it.

The car came to a stop and then pulled forward into a garage.

"If she really does know though..." Morgan turned off the engine. "What are we going to do?"

"We'll have to tell the admiral." Jax's voice sounded forlorn. "I fucking hate her, but..."

"But you don't want to see her get hurt... physically." Morgan laughed. "He said to do whatever it takes."

"I know. Seeing my sister this morning was a good reminder of what her father has done." The doors opened. "I need to swim."

The doors shut and the lights turned off, leaving me in the dark garage to wonder what his sister had to do with anything.

Chapter Ten

I slipped out of the car and sent a text to Ivy. I understood that she was concerned about me, but she didn't need to be. I was trying to find answers, but so far I was more confused than ever.

Were they part of some kind of mafia organization? I was starting to wonder if it was possible after what I overheard. I shivered at the thought.

I turned on my phone's flashlight and looked around the garage. It was more square feet than the first floor of my townhouse and had off-roading vehicles, a boat, and two motorcycles. Lined on a shelf were different motorcycle helmets. I spotted Morgan's motorcycle and figured we must be at his house.

I slipped off my shoes and put them behind what looked like a trash can and tried the door. It opened and I took a deep breath before slipping in, hoping there weren't cameras.

I was in a hallway that led to a large living space. I stayed as close to the wall as possible and peeked around the corner. The house was gigantic.

Everything was sleek, modern, and clean. The entire back wall was glass, looking out onto a giant swimming pool. Surrounding the outdoor area was a railing, and then the ocean stretched as far as my eyes could see.

I hunched down and tiptoed into the room, hiding by the kitchen island. The kitchen was all white and smelled of lemons. There wasn't a crumb on the floor or counter. The stainless-steel appliances had not one fingerprint of grease splatter.

I peeked over the counter. They were in the pool, swimming laps. They must have gone straight outside and jumped in. The lights in the pool made the water look like it was the ocean.

I eyed the stairs and then dashed up them. I stopped at the top and listened to make sure they hadn't seen me. There wasn't a sound.

The first door on the right was cracked open, so I peered inside and pushed the door open the rest of the way. The room was a mess, and I could tell from the helmets and motorcycle posters that it was Morgan's room. I wondered who he lived with since his parents were deceased.

I didn't know what I was looking for, so I started with the desk, which was just as messy as the floor. I wasn't the neatest person in the world, but his room took it to a whole new level. I moved some papers around and only spotted notes. The desk drawers had a lot of junk and papers crammed inside.

I looked at the nightstand on the side of the bed he slept on. I only knew because he left it unmade. I stepped over a pile of clothes and pulled out the top drawer. Did he really need that big a box of condoms? I shook my head and opened the next drawer.

He had eye masks, a ball gag, wrist cuffs, and a switch in the drawer. I shuddered and closed the drawer. I might have been a virgin, but I was a well-read and knowledgeable one.

In the nightstand on the other side of the bed there was a roll of money that was all hundreds. It was tempting to take a few, but my conscience wouldn't allow it.

I left his room and shut the door the way it had been. The door across from his was open all the way. I walked in to a much more organized room.