Page 116 of Kade

“What do you want, Kade?” He gritted his teeth, blanching as he tried to move.

“I told you.” I held him back in place, and he winced under my hold. “I want you to go away. Can’t use my old ways. I have a feeling if you got set up or charged with something, it would’t stick. You’ve got money. You’ve got lawyers. Still, though…” I eyed him. Now was the time to play my bluff. “We were in your house, Moreaux. We had access toeveryroom. Open access. What do you think we did before we went downstairs?”

The alarmed look was back.

I wanted to see it grow. “Are you putting the pieces together? We got into your files.”

His eyes were panicked, and then, bullseye. He lost all color in his face. There was something on the computer.

“What do you want?” he sputtered, trying to regroup. “I’ll—I have money hidden. I have information on the other shareholders. I was using it to blackmail them, but I’ll give it to you instead. You can do what you want with it. I’ll give it all to you. Just…”

He was scared.

Fuck. What was in those files?

The roar of engines came from behind me. I looked, but the sound hit me before the headlights peeked over the hill. Motorcycles. They were coming down the road, two by two. Twelve total.

“Oh shit.” Phillip suddenly jerked forward. “Hide me. Quick. You can have my shares. I promise. I’ll…” The motorcycles slowed, turning down the road toward us. “Please! They’re going to kill me.”

Well, fuck. They got closer and I could see who exactly was headed our way. The Red Demons. They ran the other fighting ring. Was this their turf?

“Mason, please.”

I shook him off like he was a flea and stepped away. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I reached into my pocket. Unlocking my phone, I turned the volume up and made quick work so when I hit the call button, it should be going to Logan. This would be a second gift when he landed.

Their headlights had both of us in the spotlight. They would be watching everything now so I kept my hand in my pocket.

Their charter’s president got off his bike first. “Mason.”

I lifted my chin. “Ghost, right?”

His face was grim. Eyes were empty. Mouth was in a hard line. Taking off his gloves, he motioned to me. “Let’s take a walk.”

I got a weird sense of déjà vu from another time a guy wanted to go on a walk with me. I kept that to myself. We walked past the circle of Harleys toward Max’s truck, the vehicle left behind so I could drive myself home.

“Got a call thirty minutes ago,” Shane spoke casually, like it was a good day to go to the beach. He kept strolling along, and Iheard a thud behind us. I glanced back, seeing one of the bikers had kicked Moreaux. They circled him.

“Focus here, Mason,” Ghost said.

“We’re on a first name basis? Should I call you Shane?” More thuds were heard from behind us. My pulse spiked. If they killed him, I was a witness.

He clipped out, “Don’t you want to know who called me? Or what the call was about?”

I tried to concentrate, but they werereallylaying into Moreaux. And Ireallydidn’t want them to kill him when I was here. “Not particularly. I’m thinking the less I know of your business, the better. Also figure the only person who’s got a right to ask those questions is your wife.”

Ghost stopped in his tracks.

I tensed, waiting.

Then he laughed. His whole face transformed.Jesus. Now he looked like a Shane, like a regular kind of guy—just one who was capable of ordering murder. “That’s funny, but no. My wife wouldn’t ask that question unless it has something to do with someone she knows. All bets are off because she’s fucking merciless sometimes. Who called me was a friend of yours.”

I frowned. “What?”

All lightness melted from his tone. He stared at me. Hard. “How do you know Kai Bennett?”

I did a double-take. I’d heard him wrong.“Who?”

We had a conversation.

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