Fuck, no!
Wraith washed his hands, scowling at the woman without saying a word. Her smile faltered, and she slinked back against the wall, dropping her gaze to the floor.
Oak was waiting for him at the door, smirking.
“Now, that’s the way you end a fucking run, brother. You should take her up on her offer.”
Wraith ground his teeth, ignoring the younger member. It had been a decent run, without issues or problems. Everyone had been on top of their positions, and they’d wrapped up a day early.Thank fuck for that.After spending so much time on the road for runs, Wraith was in dire need of some down time. But it wouldn’t be spent with a stripper. There was only one woman he wanted to see. Unfortunately, he’d have to wait until tomorrow. He had no doubt, Cleo was in bed, fast asleep at this hour.
He checked his phone. It was just after midnight. When he walked out to the main floor, Ghost and Cue were no longer at the corner table. They could’ve been in the back rooms, but he noticed their waitress cleaning off the table.
“Where the fuck did everyone go?” Oak asked.
Wraith caught sight of Cue waving from the back exit, and they stalked through the room, meeting up with him.
“We’re leaving already?” Oak asked, pushing open the back door.
“Yeah,” Cue said, following behind. There was something off about the brother. He’d always been on the quieter side, but it seemed he was outright refusing to make eye contact. By the time he got to his bike, Ace and Cross were pulling out of the driveway, heading in the direction of Killcreek.
“What the fuck is going on?” Wraith shouted, but only Cypher turned to answer.
“A little problem with the prospects.”
Gent laughed. “Only problem is figuring out where we’re gonna bury their fucking bodies.”
What the fuck? Wraith could’ve demanded more answers. As Enforcer of the club, he held a higher rank, and when he asked questions, they got answered.
“Ace wants to do this at the clubhouse, Wraith,” Cypher said, lifting his chin toward his bike.
The ride was usually about thirty minutes from the strip club. They made it back to the clubhouse in twenty. Ace, Cross, and a few others were already parked in the back when Wraith pulled in. He shut down his bike and stormed inside.
The prospects were lined up in the back room near the bar.
Ace eyed all the guys down the line. “Where’s Cleo?”
Wraith’s muscles tightened, his back stiffened and he furrowed his brows. He had an unnatural response to hearing the question. Why would Ace be asking?
“She’s upstairs,” A prospect answered.
Ace cocked his brow. “You sure about that?”
Wraith stalked closer, shifting his gaze between his president and the prospects.
The first guy looked down the line at the others and nodded. “Yeah, positive.”
Cross stepped forward, stopping a foot away from him. “Positive?”
The prospect started to nod, but Cross pulled back his arm and swung hard, landing his fist to the younger man’s jaw. His head snapped back, and he stumbled but caught himself from falling and grabbed his mouth. The second in line wasn’t as lucky.
“You positive, too?”
“Well, I mean—” He never got to finish talking when Cross punched him across his temple, and he dropped to the ground, knocked out cold.
“How about you, Joker?” Ace asked.
Joker had been with Killcreek the longest and showed the most promise.But you ain’t a brother yet.Joker didn’t bow down,cower, or show any type of fear. He straightened his shoulders, looking directly at Ace.
“I saw her after dinner. She was going upstairs. But I don’t know if she’s still there.”
