Page 177 of Romeo

The place had the restless energy of men trying to reclaim a home after discovering how thoroughly someone else had poisoned it.

Keeping my hands occupied helped.

It did absolutely fucking nothing for my head.

Fiona’s messages from before we left Nebraska kept creeping back in whenever there was a quiet moment.

I wanted you here.

I’m just tired of missing you.

She hadn’t complained. She hadn’t asked me to choose her instead of the club. If anything, she’d made it painfully easy for me to leave.

Maybe that was what bothered me.

I could deal with Fiona getting pissed at me. I could charm, tease, argue, apologize, or show up and let her make me suffer.

That quiet disappointment was harder.

When Chasm still hadn’t emerged, I headed down the hallway and knocked on the office door. He glanced up before returning to the papers spread across the desk as I stepped inside and took the chair across from him. “How’s it going in here?”

“Slow,” he answered without looking up.

No shit.

The office had been stripped nearly bare. Whatever Steele believed could expose him had either been destroyed or taken. Chasm was left sifting through scraps, hoping the bastard had overlooked something.

He pulled open another drawer and removed the few folders left inside. I couldn’t read the labels from my side of the desk, but I didn’t need to see them to know something had changed.

Chasm froze.

The color drained from his face as he spread the folders across the desk.

“Son of a bitch!”

“What is it?”

He looked up, and what I saw on his face got me out of the chair and rounding the desk.

Six names were written across the folders.

Meadow Elliot.

Windsor Moore.

Kaitlyn Ward.

Sullivan Prescott.

Lauren Hollis.

Morgan Delany.

My attention caught on the third.

King had handed the president patch to Angel after Banshee killed Steele. He wasn’t here now because he’d asked to go nomad when he found out Kaitlyn existed. Somewhere out there was a grown woman who had no idea how many dangerous men were looking for her.

“Kaitlyn Ward is the baby Kay had. Angel’s baby,” I supplied.