He was on the edge, his only vision was set on bloodshed.
And I’m going to start with Gent.
“Settle down, brother,” Ace said, resting his hand on Wraith’s shoulder.
“Where is shenow?” Wraith clenched his jaw.
“Oh, you’re gonna love this,” Gent said.
“Gent.” Ace growled in warning.
Cross circled around the group, pushing Gent out of his way and stopped directly in front of Wraith.
“Because this scene isn’t fucked up enough. Ace got another call.” Cross narrowed his gaze. “From Trey. Guess who else is at the poker house tonight?”
Fuck!
Chapter Four
So this is what they mean by a standoff.
Cleo sat in the lone chair across from Rogue with her knees locked and her hands clasped, resting on her lap. For the last twenty minutes, no one had said a word. Dante had excused himself and left briefly while Trey stood in the corner with his phone up to his ear. He’d kept his voice low, so she had no idea what he was saying or who he was calling.But I have an idea.
A heavy sense of dread weighed her down, and her shoulders sagged.This was definitely a mistake.But there was one thing working in her favor. The club was on a run and not coming home until tomorrow. She had no doubt they’d know the details of her little outing with Reyna, but it gave her time to come up with a plausible explanation. Cleo wasn’t so naïve as to think there wouldn’t be consequences, and she knew they’d be upset. But if they could just see her side of it. Her reasoning. She glanced up at Rogue, who had her pinned in his stare.Or?Maybe they hadn’t reached out to the club yet, and she still had a chance to keep this night under wraps. She’d overheard a few deals between Rogue and Killcreek. Maybe she could make her own.It’s worth a shot.
Cleo forced a smile and inched up to the edge of the chair. “Can I…”
“Can’t fucking speak without a tongue. Did you know that?”
Was that a threat?
Rogue narrowed his eyes and cocked his head.
That was definitely a threat.
Cleo clamped her lips and scooted back in her chair, silently waving her white flag. Sometimes it was important to accept her fate. And punishment. A few minutes later Dante returned, and Trey walked over, sliding his phone into his chest pocket.
“It’s done, sir,” Dante said.
Rogue smirked. “Oh yeah, how’d that go?”
Dante sighed. “As expected.”
“Fucking perfect.” Rogue grabbed his glass of amber colored liquor and took a sip, eyeing her over the rim.
Cleo wasn’t following their conversation, but she got the distinct feeling from the victorious gleam in Rogue’s eyes, this wouldn’t end well for her.
He cupped his glass, settling into his seat. “You got a real hard on for pissing off the club, don’t you?”
That couldn’t have been further from the truth. Cleo was indebted to Killcreek and appreciated them taking her in. The last thing she wanted to do was upset them or be a burden. But explaining that to Rogue would be fruitless. He’d already made up his mind about her and her actions.
“I’ll take your silence as confirmation.”
“I don’t try to upset them. Sometimes it just happens.”
“’Cause you don’t do what you’re fucking told.” Rogue squinted. “Why the fuck do you stay with them?”
“Rogue.” Trey’s tone came out as a warning, which Rogue blatantly ignored.
