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“It’s what scares me.”
Grant blew his brother a kiss, reversed out of the parking space, and then revved his engine and took off, heading toward town. He was tempted to take the bike for a quick ride, but he was on a mission.
Arriving at Aria’s place in town, he parked outside and made his way toward the front door. He pulled out the key and let himself inside.
He closed the door quietly, waiting, listening. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and he just knew something wasn’t right.
Grant made his way upstairs toward Aria’s bedroom. Pulling out a bag, he began to fill it with her stuff. He picked the clothes he wanted to see her in. Jeans, dresses, skirts, he avoided the ugly-looking shirts that hid too much of her body. He didn’t even bother with lingerie, but then he heard the sound of the fridge opening and closing.
Someone was inside the house.
Grant stopped.
Whoever was inside the house had heard him. There was no doubt about it. He’d not heard the door, so they’d been there even before Grant had been. Hands clenched, his heart beat hard in his chest. Not fast. He wasn’t scared, but ready, prepared.
With her clothes in the bag, Grant took the stairs. He didn’t go to the front door, but straight to the kitchen where he saw him, the man who he witnessed kill that woman at the trailer park. Miguel Vito Carlos.
He was sitting at Aria’s kitchen table. A bottle of water was open on the table.
“Hello, Grant,” Miguel said.
His accent was thick but Grant understood him.
“Miguel.”
By just saying his name, he saw the tic near the corner of one of his eyes. He had surprised him. “You know who I am.”
He stayed silent. What the fuck was this bastard doing in Aria’s house? It made no sense.
He’d seen the way Miguel looked at her, though. There was no doubt this man was interested in Aria, but why? Was it to get to the club? To get to Bull? To him? None of this made any sense.
“Ah, I see you’re the quiet, silent type. Strange. I’ve heard so many things about you.”
“What do you want?” Grant asked.
Miguel chuckled. “You’re a guy who likes to get right down to business.”
“I’m the guy that wants to know what the fuck you’re doing in his woman’s house.”
“Ah, Aria Taylor. Sweet woman, am I correct? This was once her grandparents’ house. I believe her receiving this in their will had caused quite the stir.”
Grant smiled. “Nice.”
Miguel bowed his head. “I like to be thorough when I do my research.”
“Aria’s not your concern.”
“Oh, but you see, she is. She’s part of Carnage and seeing as this town is very much my concern, I have every right to do my research.”
“This town isn’t yours,” Grant said.
Miguel laughed. A full-throated, uncontrollable laugh, at least it sounded that way, but something in Grant’s gut said this man was always in control. He’d never let his guard down.
Grant stayed perfectly still, watching him, waiting, trying to understand what was going to happen next. Was this the last day he got to see his woman, his brother, the club? Miguel was here for a reason and he’d already witnessed him kill before, so he knew Miguel didn’t have any qualms about pulling the trigger.
Miguel sat back in his chair and as quickly as he burst out laughing, like a switch being flicked, he stopped.
“I have a business proposition for you.”
