Page 47 of Tying the Knot
ChapterThirty-One
Dylan
I’m dyingto ask her what was in the box. However, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Nik, Kaleb and I discussed it at length while we were waiting for Morgan, and we all came to the same conclusion.
Drugs.
Drugs that Adam sent to Morgan and that she harboured for him because she didn’t tell anyone about it.
This isn’t good.
Not that I think she did it to protect him. She probably had no idea what was in it, but she didn’t bring it to us, which is obviously a bit of a problem forusas well as her.
“Sorry about the box,” she says as Elijah pulls up on the side road that leads to the back of the house.
Elijah tenses up and slowly cuts the engine. He turns to face her. “Do you know what’s in it?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I’m guessing it wasn’t good.”
“Why did you keep hold of it?” I venture now that it’s out there, and I don’t soundasaccusing as I would’ve if I’d been the one to bring it up.
She sighs as we sit there in silence, the question hanging like a noose. Whatever she tells us now won’t be able to be logged as evidence. None of this can. It’s a small clusterfuck that we have looked the other way on because it’sher. Anyone else would’ve been dragged to the station and raked over the coals.
“I hadn’t decided what to do with any of the contents of the whole box that was delivered to me as I was leaving my home. I was in shock and grieving, exhausted and pining, and then my heat kicked in, and the days have escaped me. I know I should have said something, but I wanted to forget about it. The letter he sent was mean and cold, and I…”
“What letter?” Elijah asks, interrupting her. He glares at me.
So does she.
“Did you read it?” she croaks.
“I glanced at it, merely as I was putting it away,” I lie. I read it. I read it three times to see if there was anything in it that would tell us something about the suppliers, who we had—sort of—and then lost, once again, because ofher. Halstead is going to have our arses for this.
Morgan narrows her eyes and purses her lips. “So you know what a dick he is.”
“I knew that anyway,” I smirk, glad that she isn’t monumentally pissed with me.
“Well, I wish I did.”
I take her hand. “You do now.”
We share a glance that warms me up from my soul outwards.
“Yep.” She licks her lips. “I’ll cooperate with anything you need to put them away. But to be honest, I don’t know anything.”
“That’s the way they wanted it. They needed you on the outside to look after their assets,” I say carefully, not wanting to upset her.
She nods and looks down. “Figured. You must think I’m such an idiot.”
“No!” Elijah says forcefully. “Don’t think like that. We don’t think that about you at all. These guys were pros. Master manipulators. They gave us the runaround for years. They shielded you, held nothing in the house. You are to never think that about yourself. They made sure you were protected from this for their own purposes.”
“Do you know why Pierce wants to see me?”
He shakes his head.
“We will be with you every step of the way,” I murmur, linking our fingers. I’m the only one who can touch her right now and not be forced by biology to ravage her to ease my own bodily needs. She needs the comfort, and not for the first time, I’m glad I’m not an alpha. It’s too complicated. There is too much at stake. For me, it’s plain and simple feelings and care. Nothing complex about it.
I bring her fingers to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “Let’s get you inside.”
