Wraith narrowed his gaze. “Yeah, we do.”
Cue lifted his hand. “I can confirm that.”
“It was Inez’s idea.” Ace arched his brow. “You want me to pass along your thoughts to her?”
Gent rolled his eyes but didn’t say another word.
Cypher snorted, grabbing his phone from the table. “She doesn’t seem to mind the living conditions. Gave her two rooms since we got them vacant. I saw her moving shit from one room to the other yesterday. She’s making herself at home.”
“How are the prospects with her?” Ace asked.
Cypher shrugged. “She ignores them. Hell, she barely talks to me. Keeps to herself. And takes a lot of walks.” He raised his brows. “A lot.”
“Alright.” Ace sighed and scanned the brothers. “Got a run up north. I need four guys. Who wants it?”
Northern runs paid more than in state. Because of that, Ace rotated them between all the brothers. Wraith usually took every one offered to him.
“I’m in,” Cue said.
Cross lifted his hand, taking the second spot.
“I got my eye on a new ride. Fucking mint. So, I want in.”
Ace gestured to Wraith. “One more spot.”
Wraith shook his head. He’d wait for the next one. Being away from Cleo for ten days was too long.
“Alright. Gent, you’re fourth.”
Gent scowled and spread out his arms. “I didn’t fucking volunteer.”
“Every successful run needs an asshole.” Ace smirked.
“Fuck me. Where we staying?”
“Local club. A brand new crop of club whores who don’t know about your psychotic tendencies.”
Gent straightened in his seat, smiling. “Well, now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
Wraith grabbed his cut from the back of the chair, heading toward the front door just as Joker was walking through the room.
“Hey man, you going home?”
Home.The only one he’d ever known was with the club. UntilCleo. They’d worked everything out with Grizz. He’d had a will drawn up years ago that left everything, including his property, to the club. With his permission, Grizz was in the process of changing his heir. Cleo would inherit it all, unbeknownst to her. And she wouldn’t know until Grizz was gone. She would fight it. She’d gotten close to Grizz, and the thought of losing him would be hard. There wasn’t any reason to tell her.
Wraith slipped his arms in his cut and pulled on the collar, stretching his back.
“Yeah.”
Joker handed him an envelope. “Can you give that to Cleo?”
Wraith grabbed it, staring down at the address. It was handwritten, and the cursive was bubbly as if a woman wrote it. In all the years Cleo had lived at the clubhouse, he couldn’t remember her ever getting one piece of mail. He took a longer look at the envelope. It didn’t look like generic junk mail and had a flowered stamp on it. Definitely a female.
“Since when does Cleo get mail?”
Joker raised his brows. “She has since I started prospecting, so at least a year.”
What the fuck? Wraith shared a look with Ace. The club covered all her bills. She was paid in cash, and as far as he knew, she didn’t have a bank account. His president held out his hand, and Wraith handed him the envelope. All the brothers had taken an interest, gathering around the table.
