Chapter 5: Billionaire Booty Call

“They’re Black Forge.” Monica said it so casually that for a second I thought I’d heard her wrong.

I looked at her, then at the two men standing in my doorway. “Black what?”

“Black Forge.” Monica pointed toward the taller man’s arm. “The tattoo.”

I looked down.

The taller man had pushed his sleeve up slightly, exposing black ink along his forearm. I hadn’t noticed it before. There was a symbol worked into the design, and once Monica pointed it out, I could see the same mark on the other man, partly hidden beneath the side of his shirt’s neckline.

Brianna appeared beside Monica, squinting at them. “Wait.”

She looked at Monica.

Monica nodded.

“Oh my God.” Brianna looked back at the men. “Those are the guys from the club.”

I frowned. “What club?”

“The club where you met your booty call,” Monica said. “The VIP section. Ten hot guys. All tattooed up.”

I looked at the two men again. Nothing about them was helping me remember anything. I vaguely remembered a group of ridiculously attractive men sitting in the VIP booth that night, but I’d been more interested in my drink and the man who kept staring at me. Turns out I had been surrounded by information I should have been paying attention to.

“You’re Black Forge?” I asked.

The taller man nodded. “Yes.”

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me?”

Brianna made a small sound behind me. “Sophia.”

“What?”

“You seriously don’t know?”

“No. Should I?”

She stared at me like I’d admitted I didn’t know what a phone was.

Monica stepped closer. “Black Forge is a motorcycle club.”

I looked at the men again. Motorcycle club. That explained the tattoos. The vests too. It still didn’t explain why two of them were standing outside my apartment with a toolbox, apparently planning to turn my home into a surveillance operation.

I looked back at the taller one. “Okay, Jax of Black Forge. Why are you here?”

“To install security. I believe we’ve said this.” Jax muttered.

“I didn’t ask for security.” I whispered.

“You’ve said that too.” Dante stared down at me with a look that said he wasn't a man you fucked with, unless you wanted heads rolling.

“Cass did.” Jax chuckled.

My eyebrows went up. Of course he did. For a man who wanted to remain mysterious, he sure knew how to invade my life. I pulled my phone from my pocket and stared at his name for a second. I considered calling Roman, but I was already tired of talking to men who knew things about my life and apparently considered explanations optional.

I called Cass instead. Not that he was any different.

He answered after two rings. “Hey, babe.”

I hated how normal he sounded when my entire day had been anything but.

“Did you send two men from a motorcycle club to my apartment?”

There was a short pause.

“Yes.”

I turned away from the doorway and lowered my voice. “You could have mentioned that before they showed up.”

“You were busy.”

“With what?”

“Your friends.”

“Did they report that to you?” I looked at the men, then glanced at Brianna, who was watching me with a very interested expression. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“They’ll take care of it.”

“Cass.”

“What?”

“I have questions.”

“I know.”

“You still haven’t even told me your last name. Or why men shot up my office building.”

He didn’t answer, but I could hear him breathing. I waited. Nothing followed.

“Are you seriously going to ignore that again?”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

“Cass.”

“Tonight, Sophia.” He chuckled, then said. “Behave, babe.”

The line went dead. I stared at my phone. How did I get myself into this shit?

Brianna immediately raised her eyebrows. “Well?”

I slowly lowered the phone. “He hung up.”

“I’m surprised he even answered. Didn’t he used to ignore your calls?”

I groaned. The heat that rose up my neck was enough to give me a tomato face.

Monica looked toward Jax and Dante. “At least he confirmed they’re his men.”

“Apparently that’s supposed to make me feel better.”

“It probably should,” Jax said.

I looked at him. “Nobody asked you.”

His mouth twitched.

Dante looked completely uninterested in our conversation. He kept scanning the apartment, looking at windows and corners like he’d been hired to judge whether I had any chance of surviving an attack in my own living room.

I stepped aside. “Fine. Come in.”

Jax walked in first, followed by Dante. They moved through the apartment without wasting time, and I watched them start checking the doors and windows.

Brianna leaned toward me. “They’re very serious.”

“I noticed.”

“Also, I think the quiet one is hotter up close.”

I glanced at Dante. He didn’t react.

“Don’t let him hear you.”

“Why?”

“Because he looks like he’d bury you in the parking lot.”

Brianna took another sip of tequila. “Worth it.”

Monica covered her mouth to hide a laugh.

I shook my head and followed Jax toward the living room. “So what exactly are you installing?”

“Cameras at the entrances, motion sensors, door alarms and a few other things.”

“A few other things?”

“Nothing invasive.”

I looked at him suspiciously. “That’s exactly what someone about to invade my privacy would say.”

He laughed. “She speaks truth.”

“I’m standing right here.”

“I know.”

Dante finally spoke from the other side of the room. “Window.”

Jax turned.

Dante pointed toward the balcony. Jax nodded and walked over. I watched them for a moment before turning back to the girls.

“You really recognize them from the club?” I asked.

Monica nodded. “I’ve seen that tattoo a couple of times. And yeah, they were definitely at the club.”

“Do you remember anything else?”

She shook her head. “Not really. There were a lot of men.”

Brianna snorted. “There were ten.”

I looked at her. “How do you remember that?”

“Because I counted.”

“Why?”

“Because they were all hot. And don’t act like you didn’t count.”

I laughed. “Of course I did.”

She lifted her glass. “We have priorities.”

Jax walked back into the room carrying a small device. “You girls talking about us?”

“No,” Brianna said immediately.

Jax looked at her.

She smiled sweetly. “Maybe.”

He laughed.

Dante walked past him without saying anything.

Jax watched him go. “He doesn’t talk much.”

“I gathered.”

“That’s why I do enough for both of us.”

I looked at him more carefully. That sounded like a warning. He did seem and act like the talkative kind. Though I remembered the men from the club all sitting quietly, watching the scenery. Jax really didn’t fit into that image.

“So,” I said, trying to sound casual, “you know Cass well?”

Jax glanced at me. “Yeah.”

“You working today?” Dante suddenly turned back, looking like he was running out of patience.

I chose to ignore him. “How well?”

“Well enough.” Jax nodded.

I nodded slowly, pretending that answer didn’t interest me. “Does he work with Black Forge?”

Jax gave me a strange look. “Work with?”

“Whatever you call it.”

“He’s one of us.”

I stared at him. “So Cass is in the motorcycle club?"

“Yeah.” He smiled like that didn’t even begin to sum it up.

I tried not to react too strongly. Somehow, hearing it from someone else made it more real. I knew Cass carried a gun. I knew Roman belonged to whatever strange world had suddenly appeared around me. I knew men listened when Cass spoke. I just hadn’t connected all of that to motorcycles and club tattoos. Mainly because Cass didn’t have a single tattoo on his skin.

“Huh,” I said.

Jax grinned. “You didn’t know?”

“No.”

He looked genuinely surprised.

Brianna burst out laughing.

I gave her a look. “Don’t.”

She held up her hands. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to understand how you’ve been sleeping with this man for months and somehow missed the fact that he’s in a motorcycle club.”

“I didn’t exactly get a résumé.”

Jax laughed.

I turned back to him. “What’s his position?”

Jax opened his mouth.

Dante appeared behind him. “Don’t.”

Jax looked over his shoulder. “What?”

“Don’t.”

“I’m just answering her question.”

“Don’t.”

I looked between them. Whatever Jax was about to say, Dante clearly didn’t want him saying it.

“Fine,” I said, holding up my hands. “I don’t need to know.”

Jax looked relieved for about half a second before his attention drifted toward the kitchen. “That’s probably wise.”

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself.”

“I wasn’t.”

“You were.”

He smiled and went back to whatever he was doing with the device in his hands.

I left them to their mysterious little security operation and went back to the kitchen. Tequila sounded more useful than another question Jax wasn’t allowed to answer. I walked to the kitchen and refilled my glass. Brianna was already sitting at the counter, watching Jax work through the doorway. Monica had taken the stool beside her and was nursing her drink like she was trying to make the bottle last all afternoon.

“So,” Brianna said, lowering her voice even though Jax was across the apartment, “your mysterious man is actually in a motorcycle club.”

I took a drink. “Apparently.”

“And you didn’t know.”

“No.”

She shook her head slowly. “Sophia, I’m beginning to question your investigative skills.”

“I’m a forensic accountant, not a private investigator.”

“You’ve been sleeping with him for months.”

“And?”

“You never once thought to G****e him?”

I gave her a look. “What exactly was I supposed to G****e? ‘Tall asshole who comes to my apartment at night and refuses to tell me anything’?”

Monica laughed into her glass.

Brianna pointed at me. “Yes. Exactly that.” She leaned closer. “So what else don’t you know?”

I opened my mouth, then stopped. Then opened it again. “I don’t know where he works,” I admitted. “I don’t know where he lives. I don’t know why he disappears for days. I don’t know why Roman seems to think he can tell me what to do. I don’t know why Cass knows so many men who carry guns.”

Brianna stared at me. “You really picked a normal guy.”

“Who is Roman?” Monica blinked up at me.

“A friend of Cass.”

“You didn’t even know Cass’s last name.”

“You keep circling back to that, Sherlock.”

Monica glanced toward the living room. “Maybe you should ask Jax.”

I shook my head. “No. If he wanted me to know, he would’ve told me himself.”

Brianna looked at me. “And you’re okay with that?”

“No.”

“Then why aren’t you asking?”

“Because I’m already tired of asking.” I took another drink and looked at Brianna. “Besides, I have a feeling Jax talks too much already.”

From the living room came a muffled laugh.

Brianna grinned. “He definitely heard that.”

“Good.”

She raised her glass. “To men who can’t mind their own business.”

Monica lifted hers. “And women who don’t either.”

We clinked glasses.

I was halfway through another sip when Brianna started talking about the night we’d met Cass, reminding me how she’d spent half the evening trying to convince me to talk to him. I corrected her twice, because she was making herself sound much more helpful than she’d actually been, and Monica kept laughing every time Brianna insisted she had known from the beginning that something about him was fishy.

“He wasn’t even talking to anyone,” Monica said. “He was just sitting there watching you.”

“I remember that part.”

Brianna pointed at me. “Exactly. You knew he was watching you and still went over there.”

“I was curious.”

“You were horny.”

“Those things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

Monica nearly choked on her drink.

I laughed and reached for the bottle. “Anyway, I thought he was just some guy.”

“Some guy you kept letting into your cookie jar months after,” she looked me up and down as if disgusted, “and apparently he has an entire motorcycle club behind him.”

“Yeah.” I grinned. I knew how ridiculous it sounded.

I poured myself another drink and shook my head. “I think he is a cop.”

From behind us came a loud, disbelieving voice.

“Cass?”

We all turned.

Jax was standing near the living room, staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

He looked at Dante. Then back at me. “Cass?” he repeated. “Cassian Voss, a cop?”

"Doesn't really fit a motorcycle club." Monica muttered.

My hand stopped halfway to my mouth.

Brianna slowly lowered her glass.

Monica’s finally caught on and her eyes widened.

Jax stared at all three of us as if he’d just walked into the wrong conversation. “Ain’t no way.”

I put my glass down. “What did you just say?”

Dante closed his eyes briefly.

Jax looked at him. “What?”

I was already walking toward him. “Cassian Voss?”

Jax rubbed the back of his neck. “You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t know shit.” I pointed at him. “Give this man a drink.”

Brianna jumped off the counter. “Want one?”

Jax looked between us. “No.”

“You are fucked,” Dante muttered without even looking over. But I knew he meant Jax.

Monica was already reaching for her phone.

Jax sighed. “How the fuck was I supposed to know.”

“I have been telling you that I don’t know.” I said.

He stared at me for another second. Then he looked at Dante. “Oh, shit.”

“What?”

Dante didn’t answer. Jax’s grin disappeared.

“What?” Brianna demanded.

I stared at her.

Cassian Voss.

For months, he was Cass. Just Cass. The man who showed up whenever he felt like it, took over my bed, stole my coffee in the morning and disappeared before I could ask anything about his life.

Monica was already typing. “Wait,” she said. “There are a lot of Cassian Vosses.”

“Not this one,” Jax muttered.

Brianna grabbed Monica’s phone. “Give me that.”

“You have your own phone.”

“Yours is already unlocked.”

I laughed as Monica let it go, and the three of us crowded around the screen while Jax went back to his work and Dante continued pretending none of this was happening.

The first result was a business article.

Cassian Voss.

My eyes moved over the headline. Then I stopped. “Wait.”

Brianna leaned closer. “What?”

I scrolled. Then I scrolled back up. “No.”

Monica looked at me. “What?”

I turned the phone toward them.

The article had his photograph beside it.

There was no mistaking him.

Same dark eyes. Same square jaw. Same expression that always made me feel like he knew exactly what I was thinking before I said it.

Brianna stared at the screen. “Oh my God.”

Monica covered her mouth. I looked at Jax. He was suddenly very interested in the device in his hands. I looked back at the screen.

Cassian Voss wasn’t just some guy with a motorcycle. He was a billionaire.

I grabbed the phone from Brianna and started scrolling faster. “Hold on.”

“I’m trying to read,” Monica said.

“I’m trying to understand.”

Brianna leaned over my shoulder. “He’s a billionaire CEO?”

“Apparently.”

“How much money does this man have?”

“I don’t know.”

“Keep scrolling.”

I did.

There were articles about Voss companies, business deals, properties and charity events. Photographs of Cass in expensive suits standing beside people whose names I recognized from business magazines. There was even a picture of him stepping out of a black car in front of a building with his name on it.

I stared at the screen.

Then at the man in my living room wearing jeans and a plain black shirt while he installed a security camera in my apartment.

I looked back at the phone.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Brianna burst out laughing. “Your booty call is a motherfucking billionaire.”

“Stop saying it like that.”

“Your billionaire booty call.”

“Brianna.”

She was laughing too hard to care.

Monica looked between us, trying not to smile. “Sophia, you really didn’t know?”

“No.”

“You never saw him online?”

“No.”

“Magazines?”

“Mm,” Monica nodded. “You are always on those finance magazines.”

“Shush!” That shut them up for a second.

Then Brianna started laughing again.

I grabbed the tequila and poured myself another drink. “I slept with a billionaire.”

“You did more than sleep with him,” Brianna said.

I pointed the bottle at her. “Don’t.”

She lifted both hands. “I’m just saying.”

Monica was scrolling again. “There’s something about Black Forge here.”

I leaned over.

The article mentioned Black Forge’s businesses and security operations, but there wasn’t much else. No explanation of who ran the club. No explanation of what Cass had to do with it. I glanced toward Jax.

He was still working.

“Does Cass own Black Forge?” I asked.

Jax didn’t answer.

Dante looked at him.

Jax kept his mouth shut this time.

I smiled to myself. “Smart.”

Brianna leaned against the counter. “So let me get this straight. Your mysterious booty call is a billionaire, he’s in a motorcycle club, his friends are armed, and two of them are currently installing security in your apartment.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds slightly concerning.”

“It is concerning.”

I took another drink. She wasn’t wrong. My phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at the screen and picked it up.

Unknown number: Stop digging into things that don’t concern you, accountant.

I read it more than once.

Brianna noticed my face. “What?”

I handed her the phone.

She read the message, and leaned over her shoulder. Neither of them laughed this time. I looked toward the living room to see that Jax and Dante had stopped working and were now looking at me.

Whoever sent that message knew exactly what I did for a living.