“Talk to Ace. If he gives the okay, you can have it.”
Cleo froze, only blinking her eyes as she mulled over what he said. He glanced over his shoulder, then he stopped mid-step.
“What?” He asked.
“You’re really going to let me rent it?” Cleo was stunned in disbelief. And excitement.
“If Ace says yes, then it’s yours. We’ll work out a fair price.”
And like the past few years, her fate lay in the hands of the Killcreek Drifters.
****
“We got Olson’s pickup tomorrow. While we’re out there, need to meet up with Fraser. He’s got something for us. Didn’t give any details but gave a number. And it’s pretty fucking high.” Ace took a drag of his cigarette, eyeing all the brothers. “We’re all on this and heading out early so don’t get stupid tonight.”
The club was always looking for new associates to expand their reach. They’d done a few transfer of guns for Fraser but not on a regular basis. If that changed, this deal could be lucrative.
“Is that it?” Oak asked.
The meeting had lasted a little longer than usual.
“You got something better to do than hang with your brothers, Oak?” Gent asked.
“Yeah.” The corner of his mouth hiked. “Her name is Cara.”
“The waitress from Barry’s?” Gent’s brows spiked. “Our boy likes them older.”
“Yeah, well, they don’t need instructions on how to suck my dick, so I’m down for it. You know, less talking, more fucking.”
Wraith folded his arms, sighing. Everyone had their thing. Older women was Oak’s.
Cross glanced over at Ace. “We good?”
Ace took another drag and tapped out his cigarette in theashtray. “Got one more thing.” He looked to the door. “Joker?” The door opened, and the prospect peeked his head inside. “Get her.” Ace said.
Joker lowered his chin, walking away, leaving the door slightly open. Gether? There was only one woman in the clubhouse. Usually Wraith was given a heads up with anything regarding Cleo. Not this time. He eyed Ace who was solely focused on the door. He shifted his gaze to Cross who seemed just as surprised as the rest of them.
“What’s going on?” Cross asked.
Ace settled back in his chair with his eyes pinned on Wraith. “Cleo asked for a meeting.”
What the fuck?It was obvious the topic wasn’t going to be a surprise to his president. From the sharp scowl, Wraith wasn’t going to like it.
Cleo walked through the door. She only made it two steps when she halted, her smile disappearing instantly and her gaze darting around the room.
“Sit down,” Ace said.
Cleo didn’t move. She was frozen, and he watched the signs of slow panic set in.
“Cleo.” There was an edge to Ace’s tone. He was losing his patience.
She jerked her head to their president, widening her eyes. “I j-just thought.” She stopped mid-sentence, clearing her throat. “I thought the meeting was going to be between you and I.”
Ace arched his brow. “You thought wrong. You want a discussion that affects the club? You get the whole club.”
She ambled forward, offering a jittery smile to the men. He noticed her gaze slip past him, never making eye contact.I’m not gonna fucking like this. When she reached the first chair closest to Ace, she grabbed the back, pulling it out.
“That one.” Ace pointed down three chairs. It was a strategic move. It would put Wraith directly in line with her back. She’d have to fully turn to see him.And my reaction.She moved downthe line and sat, clasping her hands in her lap and sitting on the edge of the chair.
