Fucking loophole.
“Another valid point,” Ghost said, gaining scowls from most of the brothers.
Gent scoffed, turning in his seat, glaring at Ghost. “You gonna get a Team Cleo shirt made too, asshole?”
Ghost smirked. “Just pointing out the obvious, brother.”
“Ghost.” Ace’s tone came out as a warning.
The brother held up his hands and flattened his lips. Ace turned to Cleo.
“Whose idea was it?”
She lifted her brows. “Reyna invited me.”
“Just you two?” Cross asked, knowing the answer. This was a test.
“We were meeting two of her friends.”
“Clients,” Ace said. “Not friends, clients.”
“Only one was, I think.”
“Been awhile since I’ve been on one, but that sounds like a double date,” Gent said, smiling at Cleo. “Am I right?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Wraith grasped the back of his neck, clenching his jaw to the point of pain in his molars. The idea of her spending any time with another man in an intimate capacity sent his anger to a whole new level.
“Freelancing as a whore now, darlin’?” Gent asked, and it took all his control not to knock out his brother for using that insinuation. But it served its purpose and got her attention to the situation at hand.
“No,” she blurted, and her cheeks shaded to red. “It was just going to be a normal date.”
Gent laughed, shaking his head. “Did he know that?”
“Yes, Reyna said she told him.”
Gent smirked. “Just when I think you can’t get more naive, you prove me wrong.”
She eyed the men. “So, I can’t date?”
No!
“You can do whatever the fuck you want, Cleo. We don’t own you.” Ace shrugged. “But as long as you live here, you follow our rules. That means when you leave the clubhouse, you tell someone where you’re going. That shit is for your safety. We get nothing out of it.”
Cleo sighed. “I just wanted to go out with a friend.”
Wraith was beyond rational thought. Had he taken Ace’sadvice, he would’ve heard the desperation in her tone. Unfortunately, he didn’t.
He stalked to the table, pressing his knuckle to the hard wood and glaring. “She’s not your fucking friend. She’s a whore that works for the club.”
Instead of backing down, Cleo leaned forward. “Can’t she be both?”
Wraith ground his teeth. “She’s not!”
“But how do you…”
“She invited you ’cause she knew you’d fucking go, and then she’d work an angle with you as bait knowing you’d take it. You don’t think once her clients came, she’d get you to fuck one and pocket the pay?”
