“Got a call from Burke. A few days ago, he had a couple guys come in. Outsiders. He hadn’t seen them before.”
Strangers were rare in Killcreek but not unheard of. “What did they want?”
Ace folded his arms over his chest. “According to Burke, they came in, bought some shit, got gas, and left.”
That sounds like a fucking customer.Why the hell was Ace bringing this to him?
“What’s the problem?”
Ace grasped the back of his neck. “Burke thought they were just passing through, but when he was closing up last night, he saw the same truck leaving Killcreek, which would mean they were here for a few days.”
What the fuck?
“It looks like we had visitors,” Cross said. “We got Burke to pull the security footage and send it to Cypher.”
Wraith looked over at Cypher. “What did you get?”
“Clear view of their faces and a pickup truck hauling a camper. No license plate. It was out of the frame. We need to upgrade the system at Burke’s. But it was something.” Cypher shared a look with Cross. “Also got tape of them talking with Cleo.”
His muscles immediately tightened, and he walked closer to the group, shifting his gaze to Ace. Cleo was always protected with either a member or prospect. Except in Killcreek. It was the only place he’d allow her to roam freely.
“When?”
“The other day when she picked up the ice. She was loading it into her trunk. The two guys came out and stopped a few feet away from her.”
“When did they approach her?”
“They didn’t.” Cypher sighed. “Cleo approached them.”
Fuck!He balled his fists, fighting against his rising anger. Losing his temper wouldn’t bode well for anyone.When the fuck will she learn?It was the first thing kids were taught by their parents—don’t talk to strangers. Cleo’s mom seemed to have failed her once again.
“Without sound, we got no idea what they said, but she looked at their phone screen then pointed down the road going north. From what I got from it, she was giving them directions.”
Wraith drew in a long deep breath, battling with his control in an effort not to lose his shit. “In Killcreek?”
Cypher raised his brows and nodded. “Ace said to wait until you got back to talk to her.”
It was an unspoken rule that everything involving CleoinvolvedWraith. He dragged his hand down his beard. He was tired, agitated and in no headspace to deal with this. Unfortunately, he didn’t have a choice.
“Get her!” Wraith snapped.
Cypher rounded the men, heading toward the door leading to the main part of the clubhouse.
Wraith grabbed his hips, shaking his head. He needed to settle.
“Fucking liability since the day she got here,” Cross muttered under his breath.
Usually, Wraith wouldn’t stand for anyone calling her out, but he couldn’t argue with his VP. He spoke the truth, and Cleo didn’t do herself any favors putting herself in these positions.
A few minutes later, Cypher was back with Cleo trailing behind him. Her hair was tousled, and she was wearing a loose oversized T-shirt and sweatpants. Clearly, she’d been in bed, sleeping. She walked toward them, covering her yawn and her eyes not quite fully awake. She scanned the men, and when her eyes landed on him, she perked up and smiled.
“Welcome home. How was your trip?”
Wraith ignored her greeting and question.
“Two guys from Burke’s. You talk to them?”
Her eyes widened, looking up at the ceiling and clearly stalling. “Um well…”
