She stood, darting her eyes between the men. “Where are we going?”
“We’re taking you home.” Trey said.
What? They were going to escort her to Killcreek?Absolutely not.She assumed Dante’s call was probably informing Ace that she’d gone to the poker house. That she could handle. But if they knew she’d been with Rogue and Trey? That would be catastrophic. Between the prospects and the surveillance cameras, there’d be no way to hide it.
“I appreciate the offer, but I can get a ride with a car service.”
Trey dragged his hand over his face. It was clear he was losing his patience. Rogue, on the other hand, seemed entertained.
“You think I’m gonna pass up the fucking opportunity to see the look on those assholes’ faces whenIbring you home. It’s gonna be better than Christmas fucking morning.”
At least she had one thing on her side.
“They’re not at the clubhouse. They had a run. Won’t be back until tomorrow night. So, like I said, I can just take a car, so you don’t have to go out of your way.”
Rogue’s gaze darkened, and he angled his head. “Turns out you’re wrong. Those degenerate fucks got home early.”
No!
“Yeah, that’s right. And now they’re waiting on you.”
A coolness spread across her entire body. “Are they upset?”
Rogue smiled. “Let’s fucking find out.”
Shit!
****
Wraith had to be physically stopped twice trying to leave the clubhouse. To appease him, Ace had sent a few members out and stationed them throughout Killcreek so they could track Cleo and her “escorts’” approach. Realistically, with Rogue and Trey he knew she wasn’t in danger. They wouldn’t hurt her. Even as much as Rogue hated the club, taking a shot at Cleo would only result in a war. And Rogue knew it.
Wraith fisted his beer, finishing it off and throwing the empty bottle across the room. It shattered against the wall, catching a few brothers off guard. Cue whipped around and spread out his arms.
“What the fuck, Wraith? Six inches from my head, asshole!”
Wraith had officially lost his shit. He ground his teeth and paced from one end of the room to the other. He was like a live wire with his blood pumping through his veins at a blistering speed. What the hell was she thinking? He turned to make another lap around the room, and Ace stepped into his path, glaring.
“You rein your shit in. And that’s a fucking order, Wraith. We’ll deal with her when they leave.” Ace narrowed his gaze. “I’m not gonna have that motherfucker in our house thinking he’s got the upper hand.”
Wraith sucked in a breath and refrained from telling his presidentthe obvious.Rogue does have the upper hand right now.He had Cleo. She’d been at the poker house, unprotected. It showed a crack in Killcreek’s control over her.
“They’re pulling in now.” Cue glared at him and walked to the door.
Wraith took steady, even breaths trying to settle down. He rolled his shoulders in hopes of relieving the tension. None of it worked.
Rogue and Trey walked in first with Cleo trailing behind. With the dim lighting, she was just a shadow until she walked farther into the room, staying close to the wall near the hallway.
What the…Wraith’s gaze traveled down her body, taking a slow perusal. Her standard uniform of cutoff shorts and a form fitting half shirt was tempting enough. But now? The tiny black dress left zero for the imagination, clinging to her body like second skin. It was short, stopping mid-thigh, but he knew if she bent over, her ass would be on full display. The plunging neckline showed an ample amount of cleavage. Too much.And she was out, without him, like that?
“Gentlemen,” Trey said, stopping at the table beside Rogue. “I believe we have something of yours.”
The corner of Ace’s mouth spiked, and for the first time since they’d walked in, he realized all the brothers were laser focused on Cleo and her attire. In a rational state, he would’ve been more understanding. Right now? Wraith was battling against his simmering rage and possessive nature.
“We appreciate you returning her,” Ace said, then slowly turned his gaze on Cleo. “Did you have a good time?”
Ace was the epitome of calm, but every brother in the room was seething. This was not a good look for the club. Rogue didn’t do favors or kind gestures. Certainly not for Killcreek. There had to be an underlying advantage on his end.
Cleo cleared her throat and parted her lips, but never got the chance to say anything before she was interrupted.
