“What?” Henley Never, Malpas now, had walked in just as I’d admitted the truth. “No. Morgan would have told us if she was married.”
“Haven’t you been dead for the last seven years?” Scribe asked, standing next to his wife.
“That’s beside the fucking point.”
“Seems we have an issue to resolve,” King said.
The clubhouse doors opened, and in walked the master of manipulation who started this whole fucking thing.
Cameron froze as he looked around, his eyes landing on his father.
“What did you do?” King asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I didn’t do anything,” he argued.
“Bullshit. This has your name written all fucking over it.”
Cameron sighed and slumped his shoulders. “He wouldn’t tell me what I wanted to know, then when he did, he lied and said Morgan was his wife.”
“So you told him she went out with Gunner?” Sarah asked, one eyebrow cocked in Cameron’s direction.
“How did you even know that? You weren’t even in Rosewood then,” King asked.
Cameron shrugged. “I hear things.”
“Cameron, upstairs, now. I’ll deal with you later.” King turned his piercing gaze on me. “Chasm, church. Now.” The last word came out in a growl. Well, maybe not a growl, more like a snarl.
With one more sneer at Gunner, I followed King into church. He sat at the head of the table, and I stood at the other end.
“Have a seat.”
I didn’t want to sit; I wanted to beat the shit out of Gunner. But this wasn’t my clubhouse. So I pulled out a chair and sat.
“Seems we have an issue to resolve. You can’t just walk into my clubhouse and punch my VP.”
I opened my mouth to argue, and he held up his hand. The patch on his cut meant he deserved respect.
“There have been plenty of times Gunner has fucked up and deserved to have his ass handed to him, but this isn’t one of them. None of us knew Morgan was married. But we all knew you had been declared dead. Which means your marriage was dissolved.”
My jaw clenched with the force it took to keep my mouth shut.
“I assume with your recent resurrection, you are still a member of the Silver Shadows?”
“I took over as president of Little Rock,” I answered, knowing that was the only thing that would save my ass. Technically, I outranked Gunner, though not by much.
King studied me before asking his next question. “And the reason you didn’t notify me you were in my town?”
“I’m not wearing my cut.”
King leaned forward on the table. “You know as well as I do that doesn’t mean shit.”
“I hadn’t planned on staying. I was only checking on Morgan to make sure she was safe.”
“Why wouldn’t she be safe?” he asked.
I explained to King what I had found when I took over in Little Rock. The mess the office was in, and the empty files with the names of women. Morgan being one of them.
King pulled out his phone and set it on the table. He pushed a few buttons and then turned the speaker on. When the call connected, I heard my president growl, “He fucked up, didn’t he?”