He clucked his tongue. “All this for cock sucking?”
It seemed Wraith hadn’t shared the root of the issue. Most members assumed it stemmed from their argument at the party.All over a blow job. Or the lack thereof.And I’m going to let them think that.She’d hoped after his initial comment, Gent would let it go. He didn’t.
“I didn’t realize women were so passionate about blow jobs. That’s a cause I can get behind.”
Asshole!Cleo spun around, giving him her back. She was hoping the move would discourage him from continuing. But again, it didn’t. It was her own fault. That conversation between her and Wraith should’ve been done in private, not in the hallway for public consumption.
“What’s your position on hand jobs, darlin’?”
“Gent,” Cue snapped. “One more fucking word and I’m gonna pistol-whip you in the parking lot. Inez’s got cameras everywhere, so I get to watch that shit over and over. Just shut the fuck up.”
Thanks, Cue.
Unfortunately, it did little to ease the situation. Gent loved confrontation. He fed off of it.
Gent laughed, leaning forward, staring at Cue. “I’m on her side, asshole. I’ll stand with any woman who enjoys sucking cock. You, my brother, are on the wrong side of history if you ain’t taking her side.”
Cleo closed her eyes, trying to combat the heat rising to her face.
I hate you!
Cypher stalked forward, pointing at the line of bikes. “Head back.”
“Riding separate?” Cue asked.
“Yeah.” Cypher glanced down at Cleo. “You’re riding with Ghost.”
Cleo clamped her lips. She’d really pissed off Wraith if he wasn’t even willing to take her back to Killcreek. She was hit with immense guilt. And something else. It was as if Wraith took personal offense that she wanted to leave. Little did he know, he wasn’t the problem.I am.
“Come on, Cleo,” Ghost said, walking toward his bike.
The members pulled out of the lot, and her gaze drifted to the opposite end. Wraith was still circled in what seemed like a deep conversation with Ace and Cross.
I messed up. Again.
*
Ironically, her much anticipated punishment never came. In fact, for the last week, not many people said anything. She figured they were still harboring anger for her latest stunt in Lawry. Even Ghost, who had been in on her plan, seemed to be avoiding her.
No one mentioned it. Of course, most of the members weren’t around. Usually, she heard passing conversations of upcoming runs or meetings. Cleo hadn’t heard anything in days. The one time she’d asked Joker where everyone was, she was met with the usual response.
“Club business.”
Shut down.It was expected but hadn’t deterred her from making conversation. Cleo climbed up on the stool at the bar and clasped her hands. Aside from her and Joker, the room was empty.
“How are you?”
Joker scowled. “I’m not working, so I’m not getting you a drink.”
Cleo scoffed. “I didn’t ask for one. I just asked how you were doing.”
“Fine,” he mumbled, grabbing a case of beer and setting it down near the small fridge behind the counter.
“It’s been really quiet here for the last week. I haven’t seen the guys much.”
“And?” Joker sighed. “Who are you asking about?”
Cleo shrugged, though his name was on the tip of her tongue.
