“Prospect, get your fucking ass back to the bar.” Oak snapped.
Joker held up his hand. “Need to talk to Wraith.”
Oak pointed across the room. “You can talk to him when you’re not fucking working the bar.”
Joker turned to Wraith. It was unusual for a prospect to ignore a direct order from a brother. It was grounds for dismissal and a severe ass kicking. Oak charged forward, and Joker blurted.
“Do you know those two girls at the end of the bar?” It was directed at Wraith.
Oak stopped, and they all looked over. There were so many people crowded around, Wraith didn’t know who Joker was referring to.
“The strippers?” Ghost asked, and Wraith shifted his gaze, locking in on the two girls. He’d seen one of them a few times at Barry’s strip club. She was the woman in the bathroom with Oak, offering her services to Wraith.
“Yeah.”
“What about them?” Ghost asked.
When Joker didn’t answer, Wraith looked over, and the prospect was staring directly at him.
“What?” Wraith snapped.
“They were talking about hooking up tonight, and the one closest to the wall was talking about you.” Joker paused. “Said she was looking for you and something about blow jobs.”
Oak burst out laughing. “They’ve sucked everybody’s dick, asshole.”
Not everybody.
“Yeah, that’s what she said.” Joker cleared his throat. “And she said it when Cleo was standing next to her. She looked pretty upset and then left.”
Ah, fuck.
Wraith could feel his brothers’ eyes on him.
“I don’t get my dick sucked at the strip club, asshole.”
Joker raised his brows and took a step back. “Well, Cleo thinks you do now.”
Wraith had never been in a relationship, but he wasn’t naïve to think there wouldn’t be bumps along the way.But fuck!
Wraith slammed his glass down on the table. “Where’d she go?”
“Upstairs, I think. She took off real quick.” Joker backed up. “She looked upset and if I know women, a little mad.”
Mad?That would be a stretch for Cleo. He’d been around her for years and never some much as heard her raise her voice. She’d be more upset than anything else.Wraith pushed past Joker and stormed through the room, knocking people out of his way. This was a clusterfuck. But it was complete bullshit and Cleo would understand when he broke it down for her.
He took the stairs two by two and stalked down to the end of the hallway, banging on her door. Then he waited. And waited. He clenched his fist, and ground his teeth.
“Cleo!” He shouted.
The door swung open, and Cleo stood in the opening. Her eyes were glassy and tear streaks lined her cheeks. All for some bitch running her mouth and spewing lies.
“Let me come in.”
“No.”
Wraith cocked his brow. This might’ve been the first time she’d ever uttered that word to him. He dragged his hand over his jaw and down his beard. Joker was right. Cleo was mad.
“What did you hear?”
