Her smile turns wicked. "Which category? Theft, fraud, or general mayhem?"
"Dealer's choice."
She takes a sip of her drink, watching me over the rim. "There was the time we 'borrowed' a police cruiser in Miami."
"Bullshit."
"God's honest truth. James was driving, I was working the siren." Her eyes sparkle with the memory. "We gave it back... eventually."
"How are you not in prison?" I laugh, genuinely impressed.
"Because unlike your brother, I don't get caught." She leans forward, and I catch a hint of her perfume. Something spicy andsweet that makes my mouth water. "James is brilliant, but he lacks... finesse."
"And you've got finesse?"
"In spades." She runs a finger around the rim of her glass. "James is a sledgehammer. I'm a scalpel."
I'm about to ask her to elaborate when Reaper, our President, walks in. The club falls into a respectful hush as he makes his way to his usual table. Evelyn, his old lady, follows close behind, nodding hello to the regulars.
"Your President?" Maddie asks quietly.
"Reaper." I straighten up instinctively. "Man's a legend."
"Hmm." She glances at him with interest. "Doesn't look that scary."
I nearly choke. "That's because you've never seen him in action. Trust me, there's a reason they call him Reaper."
"And the woman?"
"Evelyn. His old lady." I lower my voice. "He rescued her from human traffickers about six months ago."
"Good for him."
Before I can ask what's behind that look, I notice Reaper's gaze has settled on Maddie. Fuck. He's already clocked her as a newcomer, and he doesn't look pleased about it.
"Heads up," I murmur. "Reaper's noticed you, and he's got that look."
"What look?" she asks, not bothering to turn around.
"The 'who the fuck is that and why are they in my clubhouse' look."
She smirks. "Should I be worried?"
"Nah. Just... when he comes over, let me do the talking, okay?"
"Because I'm so well-known for keeping my mouth shut?"
Before I can respond, Blade signals for me from across the room. Shit. When a member calls, you don't delay.
"Gotta go. Club business. Don't leave without saying goodbye." I don't know why it matters to me, but it does.
"Wouldn't dream of it," she says, but there's a playfulness in her tone that makes me think she's absolutely capable of disappearing just to mess with me.
I join Blade near the back office. "What's up?"
"Need you to make a run." He hands me a small package. "Take it to Knight at the garage. He's working late."
"Now?"
