They entered the room, Liam walking immediately to the opposite wall, facing it instead of Dalton. Knowing now wasn’t the time to question the man in front of him; Dalton had a seat at the table and waited for him to speak. He could feel blood dripping from his lip, but he refused to try and staunch the flow. Adrenaline, anger, anxiousness—it all coursed through him at thousands of miles an hour.
When Liam finally turned around, his eyes were hard. They weren’t the mirrors of understanding they usually were when it came to his guys. It was obvious he wanted answers. “Tell me all of it now, and before you even think of lyin’ to me, know that I’ve had Steele checking on you. The best thing you can do for yourself and the unborn child you hope to see grow up is be straight with me.”