Remember Me(17)
“I’ll escort you to his office.” The bouncer smiled and Kenny simply nodded.
He trailed after the big man. Walking into the club, loud music greeted him, but the crowd wasn’t as wild as Kenny had initially assumed. He was expecting bright flashing lights inside a dark room, but in the light of day the inside of the club was well lit, allowing him to see each patron and employee clearly.
When the bouncer reached a door, the sign stated, “employees only.” He held the door open and Kenny slipped inside. Once it closed, the music was gone, replaced by silence.
“Soundproofing,” he stated automatically.
“That makes sense,” Kenny agreed, following the bouncer up the stairs. “I wouldn’t be able to work with loud music pumping through my office.”
“Sometimes the noise can be a little annoying, especially when you’re surrounded by it day in and day out. I’m beginning to really enjoy silence.” He chuckled lightly.
When they reached the top of the stairs, they walked down a short hallway before the bouncer stopped and knocked.
“Come on in, Montana,” a deep voice called out, and the bouncer, aka Montana, opened the door.
Stepping over the threshold, Kenny watched as a big man stood up from behind a desk. His head was shaved bald with a trimmed beard and mustache. Gideon came around the desk and held out his hand in greeting. Smiling, Kenny straightened his posture and strode into the man’s office and the two shook hands.
“Please have a seat,” Gideon offered, and Kenny sat down in one of the two leather chairs positioned in front of the desk. “Thank you, Montana.” The shifter nodded before closing the door behind him.
“First, I want to apologize for not coming to the hospital to visit you,” Gideon said as he sat down in the chair next to Kenny. “After the events that took place in my club, it was the least I could’ve done. I want you to know that I take the security of this club and its patrons very seriously. Nothing like this has happened before and I truly regret that you were drugged while visiting our club on Saturday night.”
“Damon and Stephen were at the hospital with me. Damon even drove me home. I’m not sure what happened on Saturday night. I was told that the drug I was given took away my memory.”
Gideon let out a sigh and nodded. He looked tormented by the events and Kenny wasn’t sure if he was relieved he’d lost the memory or not.
“Can you tell me what happened?” Kenny asked. He needed to know the facts. He had to fill the blank spots inside his head.
“Jayson North, a bartender here at the club, alerted one of my security officers, Michael Moriarty, to your condition. He said that you appeared unwell. Michael went outside to the parking lot. He found you and the other man inside a white van. He pulled your attacker out, before bringing you inside the club. You should know that Curt Kelsey was arrested and is still in custody. The police have a report from each of the staff that was involved, along with the doctor.”
Kenny searched his mind for any recognition to either the story or the man that had almost raped him, but he drew a blank.
“I’m sorry.” Gideon reached out and squeezed Kenny’s shoulder, as if trying to offer support. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through or what you’re feeling, but I do want you to know that my pack and I are here for you. If you don’t feel safe, I’d be happy to send one of the security staff to your home. If you don’t want to stay at your apartment, there is plenty of space for you at the pack house.”
“I appreciate the offer,” Kenny told him, but he wouldn’t be taking Gideon up on his offers. “I came to the club to pick up my car and I found a couple gifts.” He smiled, just thinking about the flowers and the necklace he now wore. “I was hoping to meet Michael. I want to thank him.”
“He’s off today, but let me get you his information.” Standing up, Gideon grabbed a notepad and pen off his desk. He jotted down a few lines before ripping off the piece of paper and handing it to Kenny. “His address and phone number.”
“Um…are you sure he wouldn’t mind?” Kenny was surprised that the Alpha was giving up Michael’s personal information. If anything, he assumed that giving out an employee’s address and phone number would be against the rules.
“He won’t mind.” Gideon chuckled. “He’s been worried about you. Michael took care of you until the pack doctor arrived here to draw blood. It was then decided that you should be taken to a hospital. When he arrived there, the nursing staff asked him to leave. He’ll want to hear from you. He’ll want to know that you’re okay.”