“You and I are going to have a really long conversation about expectations about our relationship going forward, Cash.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of expectations, baby?”
“The kind where you tell me everything. None of this ‘club business is none of yours’ bullshit.”
“You knew the deal, T. You’ve known the deal since you were born.”
“I’m renegotiating.”
“Nah, baby, the contract was binding.”
“We’ll see.”
My doorbell pealed, and I checked my camera. “Gotta go, Archer’s here.”
“So, not entirely club related.”
“Drop it, Teagan.”
“Don’t think I will, Cash.”
“I’ll text you later.”
“You’re being careful, right?”
I softened my tone and smiled. “Yeah, baby, I’m being careful.”
“Okay, fine. Be gone with you.”
“Bye.”
I hung up and opened the door for my brother.
He gave me a chin lift. “You wanna take my truck so we’re quieter?”
I nodded. “Might be a good idea.”
We climbed into the cab, and I entered the address I’d secretly pulled from Teagan’s phone.
Archer frowned. “Why the fuck are we goin’ into Spiders’ territory?”
The Gresham Spiders were a rival club and evil as hell.
“Remember how Teagan got caught by Mack with a fake ID?”
“Yeah,” Archer said as we drove.
“This is the guy who sold it to her.”
We pulled up to the Walnut Grove Apartments in the worst part of Gresham, reluctantly parking the truck on the street.
“I hope the truck’s still here when we get back.”
“Agreed,” I grumbled.
“Have we been here before?” Archer asked.
“I don’t think so,” I said. “Why, does it look familiar?”
