Ghost flattened his lips. “I was on my way back. Thought I’d stop by.”
“Yeah, come in.” Cleo’s voice hitched in excitement. She disappeared through the door, and Ghost followed. Just as his brother was in the frame, he looked directly at the camera, lifted his hand, and drew up his middle finger. Of course he knew Wraith would be watching. But why the hell was Ghost at her place?
He immediately cleared the screen, pulled up his contacts, andcalled Ghost. It only rang once before going to voicemail.Motherfucker!
“What’s going on?” Ace asked, looking down at his phone.
“Ghost showed up at Cleo’s place. And now he’s not answering his damn phone.”
Ace jerked his gaze to Wraith.
“Maybe she needed something.”
“Then she should call me.”
Ace cocked his brow. “You ain’t available now. And in case you hadn’t realized,” he pointed to the body lying in the middle of the warehouse. “We’re kind of in the middle of something.”
They’d taken a job for an associate which included the disposal of two bodies.
Wraith furrowed his brows and immediately scrolled to his calls. He hadn’t missed Cleo’s. He immediately texted her.
Wraith: What’s going on?
She was usually good at responding. Not tonight. He watched the screen, waiting to see that she’d read the message. Nothing.
“If you don’t mind, brother.” Ace gestured to the body lying at his feet.
He shoved his phone in his pocket. The quicker they finished this job, the sooner they’d be heading back to Killcreek.
And Cleo.
Chapter Nineteen
Cleo didn’t have high expectations that all the members of the club would show up. But she hadn’t banked on none of them making an appearance. It made Ghost’s arrival that much sweeter. He’d mentioned coming back late from a job, and she hadn’t expected him at all, but as always, Ghost showed up for her.
“Holy shit!” He glanced at her counter.
Cleo had made too much food, especially since no one showed up to eat it. She also had a fridge full of beer and had purchased a few bottles of liquor that were popular with the members. She’d done her best to make it perfect. And it was. There just wasn’t anyone there to appreciate it. Except Ghost.
“Are you hungry?”
His gaze scanned over the food. “Ate on the road.”
Cleo flattened her lips, forcing a smile. When he looked over, he shrugged. “But I could eat again.”
It was a sweet gesture, but she didn’t want him to feel obligated. When he walked to the table and grabbed a plate, she sidled up next to him.
“You don’t have to eat if you’re not hungry, Ghost. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
He scooped a hefty serving of potato salad and scoffed. “I don’t turn down homecooked meals, Cleo.”
She ducked away, watching him pile the food on his plate. She spent the next thirty minutes talking about the house and the plans she had for the future. It wasn’t very interesting, but he listened while he ate.
“Sounds like it’s all working out.”
“It is.”
And she had Ghost to thank for it. Had he not devised a plan to speak with Inez, she’d probably still be living at the clubhouse.
