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“Cool!”

“Hungry?” He gestured to the plethora of breakfast food on the counter.

“You went out this morning?” I asked.

“We both did.” He smiled at Kaylee.

I arched an eyebrow, pondering this bond between them. Besides my dad, Arrow was the other male adult in her life. Warmth bloomed in my chest, seeing how their relationship had transformed just as my relationship with him had shifted tremendously.

Perhaps the main reason I didn’t inform him about the club was because I needed the space to do things my way—the way things had been before he appeared in my life. Before I fell in love with him. I was trying my best to navigate being in love with someone. And I made my first mistake by not telling him I’d be putting myself in danger.

“You okay?” he asked, placing a plate full of food in front of me.

“Yeah, thanks.”I picked at a pancake.

His phone buzzed on the counter, and he grabbed it quickly. His brows furrowed as he typed something back.

He dropped a kiss on my cheek. “Got a meeting. We’ll talk when I get back.” His eyes bore into mine. “Okay?”

“Okay.” So much for not having the conversation.

He looked at Kaylee. “Don’t cause too much trouble while I’m gone. Also, the museum reopens on Thursday.”

Kaylee looked at me. “Aimee.”

I clasped her hand. “I have a feeling we’ll find her on Thursday. We’ll need a plan.”

Arrow squeezed her shoulder. “Let me know what you come up with.”

CHAPTERFIFTY-EIGHT

ARROW

I arrived at a secluded warehouse.Four men dressed in black stood outside the door.

“I’m here to see Calvin.”

“You’re Arrow?” asked one man.

“That’s me.”

They opened the door for me.I walked down a hallway, making my way toward voices coming from a room. Walking in, I spotted Calvin on the phone by a desk with a computer. He flicked a look at me filled with fury, but then the edgy expression softened.

Calvin probably extracted some pertinent information that left him agitated.

Three men stood at the opposite end of the room, watching another man working on the computer.

“Birdman’s ready for me?” I asked Calvin.

“Might be slowat responding, but he’s cognizant.” Calvin’s swollen knuckles showed Ghost’s friend had talked.

“You got what you needed?”

His only reply was a grunt and a gesture toward the metal door on the side.

I’d called Calvin last night as I headed toward Midnight Chaoss, wondering if he’d heard of any event there.

Apparently, he’d received news that a triad member had taken over ownership of Midnight Chaoss and was with Ghost, trying to overthrow Calvin as the next potential tycoon to take over The Taipans. Most of the elders had wanted Calvin to lead, but some members disagreed and had been causing trouble. He had called in the press so they would see the chaos firsthand. The destruction would be an example for those working with Ghost. Calvin made his message clear.