A stiff feeling locked in place on the back of my neck.
No amount of movement was going to get rid of it.
What I needed was for Noelle to be telling the truth and for my meeting to go well.
I pushed Colt toward the door. “Go on. Call me if you have any problems.”
Colt muttered but obeyed.
As soon as the door closed behind him, I spun on my heel and headed into the back room.
Ash and Bishop fell in behind me. Bishop cracked his knuckles. “Brass is here. Looks bothered.”
Great.
The tight feeling intensified.
Brass was the code name for one of the main guys higher up in our club.
I might be the perceived leader, but they pulled the strings.
We wouldn’t be where we were today without them.
“Love a good logistics meeting.” Ash’s sarcasm brought out a laugh from Bishop.
He slugged Bishop on the arm but left me alone. “I could really use a few more hours with Noelle.”
“You’ll have to wait. She’s gone to run errands.” I anticipated the questions before they came and held up a hand to stop them. “That’s all I know. We have bigger problems to deal with.”
I let the threat hang and twisted the knob on the heavy oak door.
It opened with a light groan, and the three of us stepped through.
Brass stood on the far side of the room, the remaining higher-ranking members of the club spread throughout the room.
Testosterone put a rank stench in the air, and Bishop tensed beside me.
He hated these meetings.
One wrong word, a move in my direction, and to hell with the men.
He didn’t give a fuck what they thought. And he’d been more than happy to tell them so on multiple occasions.
“Rafe.” Brass hooked his thumbs in his vest pockets.
The patches spread across the vest depicted his entire history in the club.
Dark gray stubble covered his jaw, and piercing blue eyes demanded respect.
I’d learned a lot from the man through the years. “Brass.” I motioned for Ash and Bishop to back off and sit down.
Both men did so without hesitation.
They wouldn’t dare show an ounce of disrespect in front of these men.
I ignored everyone else in the room.
I knew who they were, could identify them by sight from my peripheral vision.
