outside the Suns would have likely claimed responsibility by now if they were involved. And Brett would probably have gotten that message loud and clear. Ethan wasn’t discounting the idea that this guy was lying through his teeth and, even if he hadn’t done the job, may know exactly where his president was, or what had happened to him. But either way, he had a lot of digging to do if he was going to find the seeds of anarchy among this group that might yield the truth.
“Go,” Ethan told him. “I’m done with you for now. And yes, I’ll be poking around and talking to your guys..” Dennis didn’t dance around. He was up and walking away almost before Ethan finished speaking, and while it was a rude exit, Ethan didn’t really care.
He checked his phone, noting the time, and cursed under his breath. He didn’t have time for that, was already running late and had to hurry if he was going to make it to his apartment before the others showed up. They’d decided that sharing the initial information in private was better than hashing it out around the rest of the club, considering they had no idea who might be involved in the whole thing. And Ethan didn’t want to get any closer to Brett, so he didn’t want to see her apartment. The more he knew about her, the more chances showed up for him to lose control.
Of course, he didn’t take into account the fact that, the minute he walked into that damn apartment again, he’d take one look at the couch and instantly conjure up memories that had his blood hot and pumping, his cock aching and pressing against his jeans. He grunted to himself and adjusted his crotch. He couldn’t keep thinking about the way her body felt wrapped around him, the way her tongue coiled around with his, the way she tasted. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to erase the images, but it was useless.
The truth was, Brett had gotten under his skin, and he didn’t know if he could dig her out. For now, he’d have to treat it like an itch, as disgusting as the comparison was. If he scratched it, it would spread further, and he couldn’t allow that to happen. He had to find a way to ignore it and stay on target.
A knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts, and he hurried to answer it, swallowing his tongue as Brett stood there, dripping with appeal. She’d donned a pair of leather pants that molded to her body with an army-green V-neck tank top, that would have had little Ethan downstairs pointing straight towards her if the pants didn’t hold him back.
Why couldn’t the PI have showed up first?
“Am I early?” she asked, looking a little hesitant herself as she stepped across the threshold.
“No,” Ethan replied in a guttural tone, gazing out the open door and searching for signs of the detective. With no visible evidence he had arrived, Ethan clenched his jaw and shut the door, rubbing the back of his head. “The investigator is late.”
With a sigh, Brett nodded and held out a large file folder he hadn’t even noticed she was holding. “Well, these are the employee records. They have all the legal information on all the guys. Date of birth, social, address. You know, all the stuff you collect with you hire someone.”
“That should be helpful. It’ll make it easier for this guy to track down everything about your boys. Thanks.”
“Sure. How did it go with Dennis?”
Ethan scowled. “I don’t know. He’s angry. And he’s hiding something. I don’t know if he’s hiding his involvement or someone else’s. Or hell, he might just be using that rage to hide his own fear. But I don’t trust him.”
Concern etched lines in Brett’s face, and Ethan wanted to smooth those lines away with his fingers and lips. Instead, he sucked in his cheeks and planted his feet while she told him, “How am I supposed to make this run for Dylan, Ethan? I mean, if I can’t trust my own guys here, how am I supposed to feel safe? This would be the perfect opportunity for any of them to take me out, or to set me up. I have a hard enough time with the thought of moving drugs. I don’t need to be worried about my own people turning on me.”
For a moment, Ethan saw red. If anyone tried to