Page 45 of Blade's Angel

“Oh man, I’m going to miss the fireworks.” Sera says, which causes us all to laugh again.

“Go on. All of you get outta here. There’s nothing else we can do about anything until tomorrow.” Wrath says, dismissing us all.

Everyone except Flame makes a move towards the door. I’m not remotely surprised Flame is staying with his husband. Wrath may have stayed pretty level headed, but he’s got to be hurting that his own twin hid such a big part of his life from everyone.

We all head off in our own directions, Blade and Sera, towards the exit of The Clubhouse, no doubt heading back to Blaze’s house. Myself, Piston, Ink, and Rock all head for our offices, which are located in the same corridor as Wrath’s. The only Officers without offices are Flame and Blade; our Enforcers don’t exactly need one.

As soon as I'm inside my office, I head towards my desk, log into my system, and pull up all the reports from Inferno's. I should have done this a few weeks ago, but I've been so fucking busy with everything we've been dealing with and the aftermath.

As I start to get stuck in my work, my phone rings, and when I look at it, I see the caller ID says Inferno's. Fucking hell. What now?

"Hello," I say as I answer.

"Hey boss, man." Whiskey says on the other end. I forgot he was still covering because I still haven't managed to find a new bartender.

"What's up?"

"I've got a young man asking about the bartender job."

"What does he seem like?"

"He seems decent. Want me to arrange an interview?"

"Yeah, for tomorrow night. I've got club business to handle in the morning."

"Sure thing. Speak to you later."

We hang up, and I blow out a breath of relief that the phone call wasn't an issue at the nightclub. I'm hoping whoever this guy is that Whiskey is arranging the interview with works out; I want the staffing issues handled. I know Whiskey can't keep covering; it's not fair on him.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Shadow

I know I’m in shit. This is why I hate fucking secrets. They always come out in the end, and someone ends up getting hurt. This time, the people hurt are the two people who mean the most to me. I wish Megan would have just let me come clean about our relationship. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to keep it a secret like she wanted, but I didn’t want to lose her. Now I’ve got to hope I can repair the damage I’ve clearly caused in my relationship with Wreck and Wrath. I'm pretty sure it’s going to be easier to smooth things over with Wrath than Wreck. I could see in Wreck’s eyes how betrayed he felt when Blade revealed the truth about me and Megan.

I get why he felt that way too; I know I’d feel the same if the roles were reversed. We’ve never, and I mean never, kept something a secret from one another before, even when someone has asked us to. I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need to grovel my ass off.

I don’t even want to think about what Megan’s going to say when she finds out everyone is now aware of us. She’s not going to be happy, that much I know. I can’t think about that right now, though. I need to talk to Wreck. That’s what’s most important. Even Wrath can wait; he’ll understand.

Following Wreck out of the meeting, he heads straight towards his room here. He still has one, even though he has his own apartment. I’m glad he’s chosen to go somewhere private for this conversation. I don’t really want an audience for this.

Entering the room behind Wreck, I close the door and flip the lock so no one can interrupt. He’s standing with his back to me, his back ramrod straight.

“Wreck?” I say quietly.

“You know, I never thought you’d lie to me, but you did. When I got back, you lied to my face. In the meeting about Sera’s past, you lied again.” I can hear the hurt in his voice, and it destroys me.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up.”

He turns to face me, and I can see the pain in his eyes, and I fucking hate that I’m the reason that looks even on his face right now.

“Is she worth it?” He asks.

Part of me wants to say yes, but if I’m being honest, I don’t know. How am I meant to know when it’s been a secret from everyone except her mother and brother? The only reason they even know is because she lives with them.

“I hope so.”

“Me too, Alex. Me too.”

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