Page 103 of Temptation
“You met him?”
“I did,” I answered around the cigarette and lit it up, inhaling the smoke, letting it travel all the way to my lungs. “And I can’t imagine what it felt like living with him.”
“How did you meet him?”
“Judah Blackwood,” I said and puffed out the smoke through my mouth. “Judah fucking Blackwood and their merry band of motherfuckers,” I bit out.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I’m sorry you had to meet him or any of them. I can’t even imagine what you went through.”
I shrugged. “Could’ve been worse.”
“I don’t see how it could get worse.”
“At least nobody died.” I smirked. “Yet. Not sure what the situation is going to be once we go back inside.”
Her laughter echoed around us, mixed with the sound of rain. I looked toward the cars parked in front of the club and the motorcycles covered before I even came out.
“They’re a lot to take in, aren’t they?”
“The amount of testosterone in the air is suffocating. I just needed to get the fuck out. I hope I’m not bothering you too much.”
“Not at all,” she said. “I kinda like having you here. It lowers the testosterone I’m surrounded with on a daily basis.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” My phone pinged again, and I tried ignoring it, but she intercepted.
“You don’t want to get that?”
“I probably should, but—”
“Your phone has been beeping since you came out. Maybe it’s important.”
Shit. She was right. It could be Kane or Rowan. I hadn’t talked to Rowan since yesterday, and I knew that needed to be rectified. There were things I needed to know about our father. I cringed at that.
I never thought that there would be a day where I would say that.
I still couldn’t believe that Rowan, Danny, and I shared a father. I still couldn’t believe that Danny got involved with Judah.
“I’ll just check it out,” I murmured and pulled my phone out. “It might be—” Shit. Triple shit.
Rowan had been texting me for the better half of the afternoon, but I didn’t see his previous messages.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s my friend. Well, no. He’s actually my brother.” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Long story, but he was trying to get a hold of me.”
I unlocked my phone and opened the messages, my eyes widening at the ones sent by him.
Ro: Sky, we need to talk.
That first one was sent at twelve in the afternoon. I looked up at the clock showing three already. Where did the time go?
Ro: Skylar, we have a bit of a problem.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Ro: It’s Danny.
