“It’s a great ass,” Cross said, watching the woman walk into the back.
“Why the fuck do you think she’s still here.” Barry looked over at Ghost when he lifted his hand.
“You selling those?” Ghost gestured to the counter below the shelves of alcohol.
There was a small jewelry stand with bracelets hanging off the prongs. Barry looked over at Ghost then to the counter.
“My daughter’s shit.” He glared at the small stand as if he had a vendetta against it. His lips twisted, and he shook his head with a disgruntled grunt. “She started up some little business, and now my wife’s got me pushing that stuff in the bar.”
“She sell a lot of them?” Oak’s lips twitched. They all knew the answer, and Barry’s scowl confirmed it.
“Take a look around. This clientele look like the type who’s buying fucking jewelry? I’m lucky if these shitheads are wearing shirts.”
Wraith grabbed his beer, taking a sip and watching Ghost stare at the bracelets.
“How much?” Ghost asked.
Barry cocked his brow. “You serious?”
Ghost nodded, and Barry walked to the corner, eyeing him. He bent down, peering at the card next to the stand.
“Ten bucks each.”
Ghost shifted on his stool, digging into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. He flipped it open, pulled out a fifty, and tossed it on the bar.
“Give me five.”
Wraith shared a look with Gent, who seemed amused. Who the hell was he buying jewelry for? There were a lot of women who hung around the club, but none worth claiming. Except one.Mine.
Barry snatched the bill and pointed to the display.
“Which ones?”
Ghost waved his hand. “I don’t care. Just grab five.”
Wraith stared over at Ghost but the brother kept his eyes on Barry.
“You sweet on one of the whores, Ghost?” Gent taunted.
Ghost stuck up his middle finger. “Fuck off.”
That got a roaring reception from Oak and Cross. Wraith stayed neutral, though he was curious. He hadn’t paid much attention to who his brothers spent time with when it came to the women. Nor was he interested.
Barry grabbed the first five and bent down, getting a plastic bag and putting them in it. He walked over, laying it on the counter with a severe scowl marring his face.
“I’d thank you, but now my kid is going to think she’s making money here. My old lady’s gonna force my ass to keep that shit around.” Barry shook his head and walked away, muttering, “Dick!”
Chapter Six
Cleo stood in front of her full-length mirror, adjusting her top and slimming her hands down her waist to her hips. It was silly to think one day would make a difference. Still, another year older.
She gave one last look before grabbing her phone and tucking it into her back pocket. She walked out of her room and down the long hall. There were four bedrooms upstairs besides her own. She was at the end, separated in a sense from the brothers, but shared the floor with Ghost, Cue, Oak, and Cypher. Cross, Gent, and Wraith’s rooms were on the first floor past the staircase, and Ace’s was on the opposite side of the clubhouse. There was a separate wing with his room and where they held their meetings. Cleo rarely went to that area. It was considered Ace’s domain, and no one was allowed to enter unless invited.
The clubhouse was more of a compound than a house. There was an addition on the back. It was where most of the parties took place. Off that large area was a small hallway leading to Jekyll and Hyde’s rooms. The corner of her mouth curled. She could never think of the cousins’ road names without smiling. They were fitting. Both men were currently serving time upstate but due to be released in the next few months.
I have to write to them.Knox and Wraith may have been her firstprison pen pals but they weren’t her last. She wasn’t as consistent writing to Jekyll and Hyde but she made a point of sending a letter every other month. Every once in a while, Hyde would write back. It was short. He mostly complained about the food and asked how everyone in the club was doing. Jekyll didn’t write but he always signed his name to Hyde’s letter which gave her a chuckle.
All the doors were closed, and it was eerily quiet on the second floor. Cleo had heard the motorcycles pulling into the driveway last night. It was close to two in the morning when they got home.
