“I’ve got to get back.”
“Sure. Thanks for taking me to Denver.”
He gives me a kiss.
We can hear the bar sounds, and a prospect comes out the door to throw a bin of trash away.
“Oh, hey. Didn’t know you were back.”
“Who’s here?” Keno asks.
“Baja and me and the other prospect.”
“Got it covered?” Keno asks.
“Yeah. We’re fine.”
“Good. Maggie needs her rest, so don’t bother her with work, understand?”
“Yes, sir.” The prospect holds the door for me, and Keno drops my hand.
“I’ll call you later,” he says and watches until the door closes behind me.
When I get upstairs, I pull out my phone. I’ve got four text messages. All from Derek.
DEREK: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, MAGGIE?
DEREK: REMY IS LOSING HIS SHIT OVER THIS.
DEREK: WE’RE LEAVING.
DEREK: SULLY BETTER STAY THE HELL AWAY IF HE KNOWS WHAT’S GOOD FOR HIM.
Derek has no clue just who he’s dealing with. That my brothers would dream they could threaten Keno is a joke. And for the first time, I realize the part of my life where I have to obey them or give a damn what they think is over.
Keno will make sure of it. He said as much.
It’s a weight off my shoulders, but at the same time, I fear for their safety. If my suspicions are right and they had anything to do with shooting a Royal Bastard, they’re dead men walking.
The dangerous world Keno is a part of weighs heavily on me. Its darker side is one hundred percent real.
These guys don’t play.
I can’t help wondering if I can truly handle being involved in Keno’s world, but I can’t deny I’ve fallen for him.
I have to know if my brothers are really involved.
And there’s only one way to find out.
I need to get inside that garage.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Keno—
Rock leans back in his chair, his eyes on me. “Are you serious?”
I nod. “As a heart attack.”