Tragos clenched his jaw tight. “Does anybody else know you’re here?” he demanded, barely moving his mouth.
“No,” Much shook his head, staring back at Tragos for a moment before breaking his hard gaze to look at Marcie. “I didn’t even tell Alan, just left him a note saying I had to go.”
“You can’t tell anyone,” Tragos stated, releasing Marcie’s hand as he stepped toward Much to make his point. “Do not. Fucking. Talk. Not to any of your mates, not to nobody. You get me? If this,” he jerked his head toward Apollo, “gets out, we’re all fucked.”
“Yeah,” said Much, putting Apollo’s phone down on the bench and stepping forward too. “I think I understand the gravity of the situation. Thanks.”
“You better.” Tragos blew out a breath through his nose. “She trusts you.”
Much looked to Marcie again, his eyes softening. “I know you do,” he told her. “I’m not going to say anything. I can keep a secret.”
The guys would understand though, he wanted to tell her. They’d be on her side, only… half the guys weren’t in a position to be on anyone’s side. He wanted Tuck here. He wanted Stutely being logical and gruff despite inwardly freaking out. He wanted Will making stupid, sarcastic, soul-healing jokes. He wanted Marian here to tell him all the things he hadn’t thought of. He wanted Rob here to make a plan.