Page 86 of Rogue's Path

Integer takes two steps back like I have the plague.

Bear walks over, envelops me in a hug, and whispers, “You don’t know it yet, but you will soon.”

This is insanity. Complete and utter insanity. Why did I even come here? These men both know Rogue has a significant other who is perfect for him, yet they’re ignoring that fact and acting like Rogue and I are together. Nope. I shouldn’t have come. Definitely shouldn’t have come. I’ll just deal with Taylor. Or hide in Dahlia’s fortified neighborhood forever. I should see if there’s a house for sale.

“Dylan?” Havoc’s voice carries through the space.

The acoustics must be terrible in here when the room is full. They should pad the walls or something to keep the noise down.

Bear releases me and moves to the side.

Do I say present? Because it feels like I’m about to be brought to the principal’s office. Not that I ever went there in school.

“Come with me.”

Run. Run as far and as fast as you can. That man sounds irritated and confused. I turn towards where Integer pushed my bags against the wall.

“Don’t worry. No one will mess with your bags.” Bear nudges me to follow Havoc.

Like I’m worried about them. Life is never as simple as replacing a suitcase. If only I had hired Taylor.

Whatever happens, it’ll make for one great story.

The room we step into is slightly smaller, but they got the message on sound canceling. The walls are covered. The floor is covered. Even the ceiling is covered. “Do you murder people in this room? Though it would probably be better to torture people. You’d just need to cover the floor with something, so you don’t leave any evidence.” Why did I just blurt that out?

Havoc smirks. “No torture or murder happens in this room. Though the floors are very easy to clean.”

Good to know. Kinda.

“Have a seat.”

No. I don’t wanna. Sitting makes it harder to run, which I do want to do. I sit down.

Havoc chooses the chair across from me. “Dylan, I have to say I’m a little confused about why you’re here and not at the Ivy Café, where Rogue is currently waiting for you. And why would you have Maddox Locke call me and not him?”

You guys are so deep in this standing up for a cheater thing, it’s impossible to comprehend. “I’m here to make a business contract with your club.”

“A contract?” Havoc’s slightly bushy eyebrows pinch in. He doesn’t manscape, it seems. Still with those little streaks of silver at his temples, no woman is going to notice.

“Yes. It’s where I pay you money and you do a service for me.”

He shakes his head. “I know what a contract is. What I still can’t understand is why you’re here talking to me and not Rogue.”

“My contract is with the club, not Rogue.”

“Rogue is part of the club.”

Like I don’t know that. It feels like we’re talking in circles. “This was probably a bad idea on my part.” Time to go. I stand up. “I’ll make other arrangements. Thank you for seeing me. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

“Sit down, Dylan.”

“You sound like my father when you say it that way. Do you have a kid?”

He rolls his eyes. “Just sit down and tell me what you need done.”

The insane part is I do just that. “I want to hire your club to protect me.”

He blinks twice. “What?”