Parker sat up and pulled on his black drawstring pants. He kissed me on the forehead and waited for me to wrap the blanket around myself before he answered the door.
“How’s it going?” Colin asked, looking between us.
I stifled a yawn and smiled.
He chuckled. “That good?”
Parker laughed. “What’s up?”
“I was just checking to make sure that everything went well.”
“Everything went wonderfully,” I said, my cheeks heating.
Colin nodded once. “And I should let you also know that Greyson is here.”
“Already?” Parker frowned.
“Yeah but only him. The club is coming over tomorrow. Grey wanted to chat privately and not under the influence of his brothers.”
“Alright.” Parker huffed. “Give us a few and we’ll be up there.”
“Take your time.” Colin looked back at me. “The official meeting is tomorrow. I don’t care what Greyson says; he can wait. And don’t forget your training tonight,” he reminded Parker.
“I won’t.” Parker closed the door and turned back to me.
Rising to my feet, I let the blanket fall around me. “What training?”
“You’ll see.” No more words were said as he grabbed my hand, kissed the back of it and pulled me into the adjoining bathroom. We showered, cleaning off the wax from my body with promises from Parker that once this shit with Devin was over, he would help me fly again and again.
As we made our way upstairs, my stomach clenched with anxiety at the deep rough voices from Colin and Greyson. Greyson Mercer, the youngest member of Hell’s Harlem, was the president and one of the nicest men I had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
I smiled to myself at how jealous Troy would be if he found out that Greyson was here and he wasn’t. God, I missed my best friend.
“You can call Troy tomorrow,” Parker said, placing a soft peck on my mouth.
I nodded, curling up on the couch beside him and waited for whatever reason Greyson had for showing up early to be revealed.
“Tell us why you’re here,” Parker demanded, gripping my hand tight in his.
Greyson chuckled, brushing a hand through his short blond hair. “Always straight to the point.”
“You weren’t supposed to show up until tomorrow. What gives?” Colin handed me a bottle of water and sat on the other side of Parker.
“I trust my club. I love them like brothers and would lay my life on the line for them. And I know that they would do the same for me. Although in this case, one of them has betrayed me.”
My back stiffened. “Who?”
“I don’t know that yet,” he mumbled.
“How do you know that’s true?” Parker asked, squeezing my hand in reassurance.
“Devin happened to call me and tell me this.” Greyson held up a hand. “I know what you’re thinking. Why am I believing what that fucker is saying? I get that. I didn’t believe it until bodies started showing up on my front doorstep.”
“Bodies?” Colin demanded, sitting forward.
Greyson’s face hardened. “People of power. A cop. A lawyer. A doctor. Names are not important but it’s making me and my club look like we are responsible for this. And we are not. I have too much shit to worry about. Why would I murder random powerful people for fun?” A wicked smirk spread on his face. “Now, if they had it coming, that would be a different story.”
“When did they start showing up?” Colin asked, taking out his cell phone.
“A week ago.” Greyson scrubbed his hands down his face several times before rising to his feet. “Some shit is going down and I refuse to let my club fall for it.” His gaze met mine. “Do you remember a Sherry Canon?”
I shook my head.
“She’s Devin’s cousin. Apparently she’s Ex’s Old Lady.”
“Seriously?” Parker asked.
The VP to Hell’s Harlem, Ex, went through women like a tornado. Shock tore through me over Devin having family. “I had no idea that he had any family. He always went on about how alone he was.”
Greyson scoffed. “Yeah. Okay. God, for you to have been his wife and not know anything…damn, he’s good.”
I looked away when Parker stiffened beside me. The whole Devin and I being married a lifetime ago thing still didn’t sit well with him. Since I kept it from Parker in the beginning, it was a touchy subject. It probably always would be.
“Tell us what you know,” Parker demanded, releasing me.
My chest ached at the loss of his touch, a cold draft washing over my skin. I knew it wasn’t his fault but the idea of me being with another man, even