Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Luna
As soon as the bell chimes, Prescott is out of his seat and hurrying into the reception area.
“Good morning, gentlemen. Ms. Salazar is ready to see you now.”
I wrinkle my nose. Did he just call me Ms. Salazar?
That’s even worse than boss.
I push to my feet as Prescott leads three massive men into my office.
They’re so big it makes the spacious office feel small, and for a moment, I forget how to speak.
All three men are spectacularly attractive.
The first is a burly red-haired man with pretty hazel eyes that I could get lost in. His hair flops into his eyes before he pushes it back, and there’s something endearing about the movement. Behind him are a massive Black man and a tall, slender Asian man.
Now I can see why Syrus didn’t want to let this into town. Between their size and their MC cuts, they scream trouble.
They certainly look like alphas, but looks can be deceiving.
I wouldn’t mind getting into that trouble.
Nope. Nope. Nope.
Absolutely not.
Prescott clears his throat, and my eyes find him as he lifts his eyebrows.
Right. I have a job to do.
“Hello, gentlemen. I’m Luna Salazar.”
The Asian man chuckles. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me a gentleman before.”
“Behave, Ven.” The redhead elbows him before smiling at me. “It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Salazar. We appreciate your agreeing to see us. My name is Knight.”
I lift a brow. “I don’t have a Knight on my appointment book for today.”
He chuckles. “No, that would be under my legal name—Ward Collins. Knight is my road name.”
“Night as in nighttime?” Prescott asks, and I’m glad I’m not the only one wondering exactly that.
“No, as in a knight of the Round Table,” he corrects.
“Or as in white knight,” the last man says, running a hand over his close-cropped hair. “Because that’s exactly what Knight is.”
“Or wants to be,” the other man adds as Knight moves forward to offer me his hand.
Knight sighs. “Ignore them. I do.”
“This is Prescott. He’s a paralegal and works as my assistant. He’ll sit in on our meeting and take notes.” I glance at the other two men. “Do I get your names?”
The Black man steps forward, ducking his head so I can meet his brown eyes.
His skin is a deep, rich brown that’s nearly the same color of his eyes, and he’s fucking massive—probably close to a foot and a half taller than me when I’m not wearing heels.
“I’m Mackenzie Miller, also known as Mack or Mack Truck. ”
“I can see why you ended up with that name,” I say dryly, releasing his hand as the final man holds his out. “That must mean you’re Haru Yamada.”
He winces, tugging at his low ponytail. “Yeah, please don’t call me that. You can call me Ven or Vengeance.”
That makes me raise my eyebrows. “Do I even want to know?”
“Absolutely not.” Knight shakes his head, drawing my attention back to him. “You’re not our lawyer yet, and I’d hate to implicate ourselves in a crime.”
I narrow my eyes, unsure if he’s joking or not. I don’t think he is.
“Okay. Before we get started, can Prescott get you anything to drink? Water? Coffee?”
Knight’s eyes close as he takes a deep breath, and I freeze. Surely, he can’t scent me.
“Do I smell cinnamon rolls?” he asks with a crooked grin. “I’m pretty sure I do, and I’d love one of those.”
“The best I can offer you is a cinnamon roll flavored latte,” Prescott says evenly. “That would be what you’re smelling.”
“Oh, that sounds amazing. If it isn’t too much trouble, I would love one.”
Prescott nods, turning his head to look at me. I look down at my almost empty cup and nod.
I didn’t mean to drink that one so fast, but what can I say?
“Ven? Mack?” Prescott pauses beside the men.
Ven shakes his head, but Mack nods. “I’d love some water.”
“I’ll be right back,” he promises before ducking back into the reception area.
I wave toward the chairs in front of my desk. “Have a seat and make yourselves comfortable. I caught up on the information you provided Prescott over the phone. I get the feeling there’s a lot you didn’t tell us about…Stacia, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. My sister, Stacia. We’re twins.” Knight drops into the chair in the center, the other two settling at his sides.
“She’s an omega?”
He nods. “Yes. We wouldn’t have sought you out if she wasn’t. It’s not like you’re exactly close to home.”
“And where is home?”
“Orlando,” he tells me, and my eyebrows shoot up. “Yes, it was quite the journey to get here, but you come highly recommended. They say you’re the best.”
“And she is,” Prescott chirps as he carries in the drinks. He hands Mack and Knight theirs before passing me mine and settling into his seat.
I gulp down the remainder of my second cup before lifting the new one to my lips. I really do love this flavor.
“Why don’t you tell me exactly what’s going on with your sister? I know you already told Prescott the basics, but it will be better if I hear it all from you.”
Knight grows serious, setting his cup on the edge of my desk as he leans forward.
“Stacia has always been independent. The last thing she wanted was to become an omega, but as we all know, we don’t get a say in our designation.
Our dad didn’t want to crush her spirit, so he let her do what she wanted even after her designation reveal.
Sure, she’s gotten herself into a few binds here and there, but it’s never been too serious—at least not until now.
She met someone during a trip to Miami.”
I stiffen at the mention of my hometown, but force myself to relax before anyone can notice.
“He was wooing her, but she wasn’t sure how she felt about him.
She liked him, but felt as though he was hiding something.
And boy, was he. He’s involved in some less than legal things, which isn’t an immediate no for my sister, considering how we were raised, but she felt like there were too many red flags to ignore.
When she told him she was ready to go home, he didn’t take it too well. ”
Ven snorts. “That’s putting it lightly.”
Knight sighs. “He must’ve bought off a judge because she was declared mentally unfit to care for herself and he was named as her guardian.
He took her phone, and we haven’t been able to speak to her in months.
Every time I show up at his compound, he sends me home without letting me see Stacia.
I have no idea how he’s treating her, or even if she’s still alive. ”
Cases like this are why I truly decided to become a lawyer after Gideon.
There are so many omegas who find themselves in situations they can’t get themselves out of—like all the girls we left behind when we escaped ten years ago.
Sure, we rescued the ones who were at the house when we killed Gideon, but there are so many omegas we failed when we left them behind.
Helping other omegas has helped ease the guilt of those I couldn’t save.
I want to say yes to Knight because this case sounds right up my alley, but there’s a pit in my stomach, warning me not to get involved with anything in Miami.
“I wish I could say I’m surprised.” I shake my head. “I’ve seen more cases like this than I’d like.”
“Does that mean you can help us?” Knight looks so eager, and for some reason, I don’t want to disappoint him.
Yes almost pops out of my mouth, but I clamp my mouth shut just in time.
“There are a few more questions I need to ask. The most important one is who her legal guardian is?”
Knight snarls. “A bastard by the name of Fabian Vallejo Perez.”
The room spins as my stomach drops, and it takes more effort than I’d like to admit to not vomit all over my desk.
There’s no way he just said my half-brother’s name, right?
This can’t be happening.