Fix what?What the hell was she talking about? From Ace’sstare, he knew what she was referring to. He rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands.
Ace glanced up, staring at Wraith. He knew what his president was waiting on. Approval from Wraith. He wasn’t going to get it. While Grizz’s place was only a few miles down the road in Killcreek, it wasn’t secure. Grizz was up in the years and not capable of protecting Cleo if they were under attack.
Wraith slowly shook his head. That should’ve been the end of it. Wraith got final say with everything when it came to Cleo. But Ace hesitated, staring back at him. If he thought he’d change his mind, or take some time to roll it over, his president was wrong.
Wraith shook his head, hardening his stare.Cleo isn’t going anywhere.
Ace drew in a breath, dropping his gaze to Cleo.
“No.”
“B-but it would be…”
“I said no.” His tone was stern, leaving no room for negotiation. Cleo knew how it worked. Ace always got the final word when it came to anything with the club. And he’d just given it.
“Okay,” she muttered. She grabbed the arms of the chair and slowly stood, keeping her chin lowered to her chest. She didn’t look at anyone. She walked out the door and never looked back.
Completely defeated.
Joker grabbed the door handle from the hallway and closed it. The room was silent, and Wraith felt some stares from his brothers.
“Let’s discuss this a little more.”
Wraith slowly turned his scowl on Gent. His brother shrugged, eyeing the others.
“She made a few good points. It opens up a room for a brother. She’ll still stay in Killcreek and work. Just won’t live here. It’s a win for everyone.”
“Shut the fuck up, Gent!” Wraith’s voice echoed off the walls.
He snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t come at me, brother. Thisis on you. This wouldn’t even be a problem had you just taken the blow job.”
You, motherfucker!
“Shit.”
Wraith couldn’t be sure who said it, but they all knew him well. He was closer to his brothers than anyone. Unfortunately, they were a little too late. Gent should’ve seen it coming, but his reaction was too slow. Wraith charged forward, reached across the table, grasping Gent’s neck and pulling him across until his back lay flat. Chaos erupted, chairs screeching across the wood floor. It did nothing to stop him. Wraith planted one hand on the table, doubling down on the pressure of his hand wrapped around Gent’s throat, turning his face a dark shade of red. His eyes welled, but he never lost his smirk, nor did he fight back.Crazy motherfucker.
Some brothers grappled Wraith’s arms trying to pull him away, but it would take another few. He was working solely on adrenaline. She was probably his only weak spot, which Gent took full advantage of. Wraith never saw Gent’s fist coming until it slammed against his cheek. It was enough for him to ease up on his hold and be pulled back.
Gent rolled to his side, coughing, which turned into a maniacal laugh. “All this for a fucking blow job?”
The argument between him and Cleo had made the rounds through the clubhouse. But only the initial issue. Most of the brothers were under the impression it all stemmed from a blow job.Fuck, I wish it did.
Cross rounded the table, glaring at Gent. Wraith had been provoked, which meant Gent wasn’t getting any sympathy. He grasped the back of Gent’s neck.
“One of these days, I’m gonna fucking let him kill you.” Cross pushed him toward the door, and Oak sidled up beside him. They’d always been close.
“Maybe.” Gent dragged his hand down his throat, smiling. “But how would Cleo feel about that? To her, I’m an extended part of Knox. You end me? She’s not gonna like that.”
He had a point. But even Cleo aside, Wraith wouldn’t kill his brother.But I’m not opposed to kicking the shit out of him.
Most of the brothers left the room, but he noticed Cypher and Ghost stay back. When Cue walked out, Ghost closed the door, leaning against it. Wraith was so amped up, his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. He paced the room like a caged animal. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hear me out,” Cross said.
Wraith knew where this was going, and he wouldn’t stand for it.
“No. We made a fucking promise to Knox.”
