Chapter 19
CHAPTER 19
Morgan
“Good job in there.” Roman smiled as we left the courthouse.
“Do you have plans for tonight?” I asked.
“No. What did you have in mind?”
“Good. We’re going to a sex club.” I grinned.
“Excuse me?” Roman’s brow arched.
“According to Gregory’s credit card statements, he visits this particular sex club every Monday and Wednesday night. Maybe someone there knows something.”
“Where to, Roman?” Ollie asked.
“Take us to the prison. We need to talk to Theo. A sex club?” He cocked his head.
“Oh, please. I know you’re secretly excited.” I smirked.
“Gregory knows who you are, though.”
“I’ll wear a disguise. He won’t recognize me.”
We waited in the room for Theo. When the officer brought him in, he handcuffed him to the table.
“That isn’t necessary,” Roman said. “Get those off him.”
“What’s going on?” Theo asked .
“I have good news, Theo. The judge agreed to reopen your case.”
“Oh my God! Are you serious, Roman?”
“Yes. The new trial begins in two weeks, which doesn’t give us much time to prepare,” Roman said.
“We’ll be fine.” I smiled. “I have a question for you, Theo.”
“What is it?”
“When you and Grace were together, did she ever go out without you?”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Did she have certain nights of the week that she would go out with friends or whatever?”
“Yeah. Monday nights were her book club, and Wednesday nights were dinner with her girlfriends. Why?”
“Just wondering,” I said, glancing at Roman.
“Roman, I don’t understand. Who do you think killed her?”
“Your brother,” I blurted out.
“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed. “What the fuck?”
“Listen, Theo. Morgan found out that Gregory was the one who gave Grace that diamond heart necklace. His car was also spotted outside the restaurant that night,” Roman said.
Theo cupped his face in his hands. “I don’t believe it.” His head shook.
“Well, believe it,” I said. “Your brother was having an affair with your girlfriend.”
“The baby was his?” Theo asked.
“Yeah, we believe so,” Roman spoke.
“Why? Why would he do that to me?” Tears filled his eyes.
“Because he was jealous of you. He had been since you were children,” I said. “He set it up to make it look like you were the one who killed Grace. He couldn’t risk her telling you the truth. Besides, he wanted the V.P. position at your father’s company.”
“Sit tight, Theo. Hopefully, all of this will be over soon, and you’ll be a free man,” Roman said.
“Thank you for believing in me.”
We left the prison and climbed into the back of Roman’s car.
“I can guarantee you that Grace went to that sex club with Gregory on Monday and Wednesday nights,” I said.
“I’m thinking the same thing. We’ll find out tonight if anyone recognizes her.” He smirked.
“I need to do some shopping for tonight,” I said.
“Then Ollie will take you to whichever stores you want.” He pulled up to the curb of the building, and Roman climbed out. “I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock.” He winked before shutting the door.
I put on the long, auburn wig and stared at myself in the mirror. As I colored my lips red, my phone rang.
“Hey, you.” I smiled.
Uncle Louie’s brows furrowed as he stared at me. “That better be a wig you’re wearing.”
“It is.” I laughed.
“Thank God. What the hell are you wearing?”
I held the phone out so he could see my entire outfit.
“Roman and I are going to a sex club.”
“Excuse me?” His brow arched.
“We’re going for a case we’re working on.”
“And you’re disguised, why? ”
“Because the man who will be there tonight knows who I am.”
“You need to be careful, Morgan.”
“I’m always careful, Uncle Louie.”
“Anyway, I did some digging on that FBI agent,” he said.
“And?”
“He has several accounts in the Cayman Islands, which total over five million dollars. I’m assuming he’s laundering money. Also, four years ago, he was placed on administrative leave while being investigated for shooting and killing a store owner, which was a front for money laundering. The FBI ultimately ruled it an accident. But we both know it wasn’t.”
“No. It wasn’t an accident. Thanks, Uncle Louie. I’ll see what else I can discover once I wrap up this case.”
“I know you can take care of yourself, Morgan, but I still worry. I promised your father I would take care of you if anything ever happened to him.”
“And you did. I will always love you for that.”
I heard a knock at the door.
“I have to go. Roman is here. I’ll call you in a couple of days.”
Roman’s eyes scanned me from head to toe when I opened the door.
“Damn.” He stepped inside.
“How do I look?” I twirled around.
“Like a fuckable prostitute.” A smile crossed his lips. “You’re keeping that wig and outfit on when we come back later. And I can’t make any promises that you won’t be able to walk normally for the next week.”
“You’re a pervert.”
“I know, but something tells me you like that I am.”
I grabbed my clutch from the table. “Let’s go and get this over with. ”
Ollie dropped us around the corner of the club. You had to enter a building, go down a dark hallway of stairs, and knock on the large wooden door to get there. A tall, muscular man opened it and stared at me, gesturing us to step inside. My eyes scanned the place as each step I took felt sticky—likely from spilled drinks or other bodily fluids. As I moved through the crowd, bodies brushed against me, some aroused, others cold and clammy, as if they were nervous and having second thoughts.
People were everywhere—some completely naked while others were half-dressed, walking around with whips and feathers. A woman walked over, only wearing nipple covers, and ran her finger down Roman’s chest.
“Hi, handsome. I’ve never seen you in here before.”
“First time.” He grinned.
I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t a little bit jealous. The fact that she touched him made me uneasy.
“You’re very sexy.” The woman turned and eyed me. “There’s an available room in the back if you two are interested in having some fun together.”
“You mean the three of us?” Roman asked.
“You bet.” The woman grinned.
“Well—”
“We’re not interested right now,” I said, grabbing Roman’s arm and pulling him away. “Seriously?” I cocked my head.
“I would never.” A smirk crossed his lips.
“I don’t believe you. Let’s go get a drink at the bar.”
“What can I get you?” The bartender smiled at me.
“I’ll have a gin and tonic—light on the tonic.”
“And for you, sir?”
“Scotch on the rocks. Make it a double,” Roman said .
Pulling my phone from my purse, I brought up the screenshots of Grace I took from her Instagram page.
“Have you seen this woman before?” I asked, holding my phone in front of the bartender.
“Yeah, I have. She used to come in here every Monday and Wednesday night.” He looked around the club. “With that guy right over there.” He pointed to Gregory. “I haven’t seen her in forever. She doesn’t come in anymore.”
“That’s because she’s dead,” I said.
“Oh, shit. Really?” He set our drinks in front of us.
“Yes, really,” Roman said. “Did they hook up with other people?”
“All the time. They liked to join a certain group of people in our orgy room,” the bartender spoke. “Are you two cops or something?”
“No. She was our friend, and we’re trying to find out who killed her.”
“I hope you do. She was a nice woman.” He walked away.
A man about five feet eight inches tall, with a balding head, held a feather tickler. He walked over and ran it down my arm.
“Hello, you sexy beast. I can make your wildest fantasies come true.”
“First, don’t ever touch me with that again. Second, not with that, you can’t.” I pointed to his tiny erect penis.
“Bitch,” he scowled and walked away.
Roman chuckled. “That wasn’t very nice telling him his penis couldn’t satisfy you. You probably just gave him a complex.”
“He already has one. That’s why he comes to this club.” I smiled .
We saw Gregory in the corner, with his pants down, having sex with some blonde-haired woman.
“Let’s go. I have a plan, and I don’t want him to see us,” I said, finishing my drink.
“But we just got here. Let’s explore.” He took hold of my hand and led me to a corner of the club that wasn’t occupied.
His body locked mine against the wall, and the back of his hand softly stroked my cheek.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“We’re in a sex club, Morgan. What do you think I’m doing?”
“If you think we’re having sex in front of all these people, think again, Hamilton.”
“I don’t think that. I would never have sex publicly. We have to play the part, right?”
A couple approached us, and the woman placed her hand on Roman’s shoulder.
“You two are sexy. How would you like to switch partners for a while?” she asked. “I’d love to see what you have to offer.” She winked at him.
“And I’d love to see you totally naked.” Her husband stared at me.
“Sure, we’d love to.” I smiled. “But we have a rule. No condoms. We both have STDs and want to share the love.”
“Fucking freaks.” They both walked away.
“Oh, we’re the freaks?” I rolled my eyes.
I watched Gregory walk over to the bar and ask the bartender for a shot. After setting the glass down on the bar and walking away, I ran over, grabbed a napkin, picked up the glass, and Roman and I left the club.