Page 73 of Wild Night

“Don’t know, but I’m going to make a call on this shit right fucking now,” I announce.

I should have Bullet call the Rivara chapter as the president, but I’m good and pissed off. So, I make the call to the vice president, Brake, myself. It only rings once before he answers.

“Brake,” he greets.

“Where are you at on Lucian Whitmore?” I ask.

There is a moment of silence, and I’m not sure what he’s going to say next, mainly because I don’t fucking know the guy all that well, but he surprises me when he seems completely forthcoming and tells me what he did with the little prick.

“Lucian Whitmore presented himself to the winery contact, Monty. His legal wife was delivered to Monty by us, and in exchange, he handed over Posey, gladly, and asked us to keep her safe until she made whatever decision she wanted. Which she obviously did since we handed her over to your men.”

His words are delivered matter-of-factly and make me smirk, because I would say something similar if the tables were turned. “I got an issue here, and I don’t think it involves Lucian, but I need to be sure.”

“Issue?” he asks.

“Someone fucked with the surveillance in my law office and left me a threatening note. No fucking clue what else he did.”

Brake is silent for a moment, then he clears his throat. “If I had to guess, Lucian and his legal wife are living life out at a farm with rolling hills. But I can forward you Monty’s number. He’ll want to hear about Posey’s well-being anyway.”

“Thanks. And, Brake?” I call out. He doesn’t speak immediately. “Appreciate everything you did for her.”

He doesn’t tell me that he didn’t do it for her, he did it for the club and this Monty guy, which is probably more the case than anything else. We’re not really in the habit of protecting damsels in distress, but instead of saying all that, he murmurs that it’s no problem, then adds on that we owe him one.

I know without a doubt that he will keep and use it sometime in the future. Then he ends the call, and a few seconds later, my phone buzzes. It’s an incoming text, which is Monty’s information, so I can place that call myself.

What afuckingday.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

IVY

Though this isa day that seems to never end, I wait for Monty to answer. I honestly don’t expect him to, since my number is clearly not programmed in his phone, but on the third ring, I hear him announce himself as his greeting

“Monty.”

“Hello, this is Justin Whitaker,” I begin.

“Know who you are,” he states, taking me by surprise.

The phone is on speaker, and my gaze flies up to meet Bullet’s, who only shrugs. “You do?” I ask.

He chuckles, but I can’t tell if he really finds this humorous or annoying. I decide I don’t need to ask any questions. Instead, I wait for him to continue. He’s going to tell me only what he wants me to know anyway.

“You’re Posey’s new man. But what I don’t know is why you’re callingme.”

Posey’s man.Fuck yes, I am.

Clearing my throat, I begin the conversation by thanking him, because he does deserve my gratitude. “I appreciateeverything you did for Posey and protecting her the way you did.”

He is silent for a moment before he speaks, just a quiet beat, as if he’s putting together his thoughts. When he finally speaks, I can tell he’s not only choosing his words carefully, but they’re also thoughtful.

“No need to thank me. She was a loyal employee for years. What happened to her was as much my fault as it was Lucian’s. I am just happy that she has found the path she desires.”

Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times as I close my eyes slowly, then open them. “I am happy that I’m what she desires, that she came home.”

It’s his turn to clear his throat. “You did not just call me to thank me,” he states.

I laugh. “You’re right,” I say. “I didn’t.”

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