Page 44 of Wild Night

It’s all I can do right now to come home and go to work. Piggy is right. I need to stay away from the clubhouse and the clubwhores. Posey would hate that shit. She would feel betrayed.

As soon as I take another drink from the bottle, contemplating going to bed, there is a knock on the door. Slowly, I stand and sway as I move. Once I reach the door, I lean over slightly and peer through the peephole.

“What the fuck,” I whisper to myself.

I should ignore the person on the other side of this door. I should turn my ass around and head straight to bed. I didn’t know that she even knew where I lived. I’m not sure how she found my address, but my body moves against my brain’srequest, and I wrap my fingers around the doorknob before I twist it and tug it open.

“Hazzard,” I announce.

“Ivy,” she says softly.

We stare at one another for a long moment in silence. I should tell her to leave. At the same time, I should ask her how she got my personal address. I’ve never had a whore here before.

Hell, I’ve never had a woman at my place before, so the fact that she even knows where I live is questionable. I’m sober enough to know that I should ask those questions but drunk enough that I don’t care.

“I haven’t seen you at the club, and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Hazzard makes her way inside, closing the door behind her as she leans her back against the door. Staying far enough away that she’s not touching me but close enough that I can smell her perfume.

“Now you know you shouldn’t be here,” I say.

She hums, her gaze searching mine as we stare at one another. Then she pushes off the wall and closes the distance between us. I sway backward, having to catch myself before I fall flat on my ass.

Hazzard smiles and lifts her hand between us, and I feel her warm palm on the center of my chest radiating through my shirt. She tips her head back, and her eyes find mine. I fight it hard to focus on her. She smiles softly as if she knows exactly what the fuck I’m working through. Then she rises to her toes, and her lips brush across my jawline.

“C’mon, Ivy.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

POSEY

Monty,thankfully, doesn’t raise his gun hand toward me. If he did, I might actually pee my pants. Instead, he tilts his head to the side, his gaze searching mine, and then he clears his throat before he speaks.

“Why did you come back from North Carolina?” he asks.

I stare at him for a moment, blinking a couple of times while his words sink in. How the hell did he know I was in North Carolina? I didn’t tell anyone. The only thing I said was that I needed to take some personal days for my niece's wedding. I didn’t even tell my boss where the wedding was located.

“You knew I was in North Carolina,” I state. It’s not a question. It’s a statement because he clearly knew.

Monty hums, his gaze connected and focused on me as he continues to speak.

“I knew,” he simply states. “I’ve been watching you since this affair with Lucian. I looked into him before I even brought him somewhat into the fold. He had no history. They did a shoddy job creating his profile. It was easy to see right through. TheFeds are usually better than that, so I can only assume they were setting his ass up to fail.”

This information is beyond interesting, but I know that he’s only telling me this to further his line of questioning. I have no doubt he wants to know everything I do, and hopefully, he gets the answers he wants and he believes them, too.

“But you came back here, and you could have stayed there under the protection of the Vicious Reapers.”

“You know who they are?” I ask.

Monty smirks. “Posey. Naive, sweet Posey. You have no fucking clue, do you?”

Shaking my head from side to side, I try to hold back the tears. They prick the backs of my eyes and threaten to slide down my cheeks. Thankfully, I’m able to hold them back, at least for a few more moments.

“I came back to get him to sign the divorce papers. I wanted to be free, so I could move on.”

“With Justin Whitaker,” he says.

God, Monty knows everything. I don’t ask him how he does. Instead, I press my lips together in a straight line and breathe through my nose, trying to keep from completely freaking out and crying like a baby.

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