Page 47 of Unmasked Legacy

He’s been trying to call. I haven’t answered.

I need to finish this on my own.

“Mera?”

Shaking my head, I focus back on Harry who has been speaking to me but I haven’t heard a word of it. I zoned out when he told me they wouldn’t allow him to reopen my mother’s case. They believed there was enough evidence to prove that she took her own life, and there were no signs of foul play to indicate otherwise.

It’s a blow to my progress.

A hurtful fucking sting.

“Sorry,” I say, my voice steady. “I ... I just need some air.”

Pushing out of the chair, I get to my feet and dart toward the door, needing to get the hell out of here.

“I’m sorry, Mera,” Harry calls, and I pause. “I will keep trying.”

I glance back at him. “It’s okay, you’ve done what you can.”

“It’s good news that your father had an accomplice, because it takes some of the heat off you with Nia missing.”

My chest tightens. “I didn’t realize there was so much heat on me.”

He stares down at the desk guiltily for a minute, exhaling. “If the higher ups had it their way, there would have been a lot more. I’ve been pushing. I’m on your side, but it hasn’t been easy.”

I offer a broken smile. “I appreciate that. I’ll talk soon, okay?”

He nods, and I get the hell out of there.

Rushing out of the police station, I slam straight into a hard, rugged body. Leaping back, I am faced with a man I haven’t seen before. A biker, clearly, judging by the loud and proud leather jacket he is wearing. He’s part of Wolfe’s club, but I haven’t met him. He is, of course, something spectacular.

Standing over six feet tall with tattoos and muscles, he is a tall drink of water.

His eyes, green like grass, are striking against his olive skin.

He sports a beard, long, thick dark hair, and wears chains around his neck.

His powerful presence is captivating, leaving me momentarily speechless.

“Wolfe is lookin’ for you.”

I blink, taking another minute to gather myself. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“Haven’t met yet,” he answers, gruffly. “Name is Knox.”

Right.

The one who was away.

Havoc, they call him.

“Right,” I answer, taking a step back. “I’m busy right now so you can tell Wolfe that I’m not coming.”

Knox raises his brows, seemingly shocked at my bravado. “Not doin’ that, woman. You’re comin’ with me.”

I don’t think so.

“You can try and make me but considering I’m out the front of a police station and I always have the entire town’s eyes on me, I would say that you have little chance of forcing me. I will scream, donotdoubt it. You can tell Wolfe to go and fuck himself. Now, if you’ll excuse me ...”

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