“You know if Killcreek ever gets busted, you’ll go down with them. And I ain’t talking about a few years.”
No one gave her enough credit. Cleo was well-aware that her affiliation with the club could have dire consequences.It beats the alternative.
Cleo shrugged. “I’d adapt.”
Rogue laughed, sharing a look with Trey. “You think you can handle prison?”
“Well” —She cleared her throat— “I wouldn’t have much of a choice.”
Rogue leaned closer, his eyes darkening. “They’d fucking eat you alive.”
“Probably,” she whispered.
Cleo would’ve been a fool not to consider the repercussions of being with Killcreek. In fact, her brother had warned her when he first offered her a place at the clubhouse. Knox never went into detail about exactly what the club was involved with but she knew it wasn’t legal. And still, she took him up on his offer. She stared back at Rogue, almost amused by the irony of the conversation. While Cleo didn’t know all the inner workings of the Underground, she knew enough. If Rogue ever gotbusted, he’d share a similar fate. Of course, he’d fare a lot better than her in prison. But he’d still be locked up and stripped of his freedom. It was a strong point though, Cleo refrained from voicing it.
“So, why the fuck do you stay?”
Cleo gave the most honest answer. “It’s my home.”
Rogue eyed her as if she was a science experiment. “You’re fucking off, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry?” Cleo cocked her head, and when Rogue suddenly straightened in his chair, they were only a few feet apart.
“You ain’t wired right. I’ve heard that about you.”
“Rogue,” Trey snapped.
Cleo raised her brows. That was a bold accusation. And ironic. She was sure there were plenty of people who would say the same about Rogue. In fact, she’d heard it mentioned a few times.
Cleo chuckled, and without giving it much thought, she said the first thing that came to mind. “You can’t believe everything you hear, right? I mean, I’ve heard things about you.”
“Fuck.” Dante’s muttered tone sent a chill down her spine. It was the polar opposite of Trey’s reaction. His low, deep chuckle was muffled, but she heard it.
“Yeah, well, fucking enlighten me. What have you heard?”
Okay.
“You’re unpredictable.”
Rogue didn’t seem the least bit bothered.
“Ruthless and unforgiving.”
The corner of his mouth curled as if confirming her statement. Cleo should’ve stopped there. She didn’t.
“And I’ve heard unhinged.” She widened her eyes. “A lot.”
That one didn’t go over as well as the other descriptors. Rogue’s jaw squared, and his temple pulsed, exposing a thick vein in his forehead.Oh shit!
“Rogue,” Trey said calmly. “You asked her, remember?”
“Yeah, I fucking remember, Trey.” Rogue settled back in his seat, drawing his cigar to his lips and taking a drag.
Trey moved closer, setting himself between her and Rogue. “I think we should go.”
“I think that’s a brilliant fucking idea.” Rogue stood and smirked. “This is gonna be the highlight of my fucking night.”
Trey glanced down at her. “Cleo.”
