“That’s how you answer your goddamn phone, Trey?” I growled at him.
“When it’s you, yes. What do you want?”
“Where’s Rowan?”
“Relax, she’s fine. Just having lunch with Frankie at Crossbones.”
“Are Tee and Tori there?”
Trey was silent for a moment. “Why would you care if they were working?”
His tone told me he was pissed off. So the fuck was I.
“Trey, for the love of God, tell me.”
“Yeah, they’re behind the counter, shooting daggers at the girls but what’s new there?”
Maybe it was nothing. Just idle talk from two bitches who got put in their place, and it was a way to be in power for a few minutes. Still, I felt uneasy.
“What is it?”
“I don’t know,” I told him. “Maybe nothing. I’ll call you back in five.”
He hung up before I could, and I knew my relationship with him needed work, but right now, I had to focus on the woman who I very nearly lost.
“Prez, talk.”
I turned to Maverick, who looked like he was concerned for me. He knew me better than I knew myself sometimes, and I hated him for it, but right now, I knew I needed it.
“He said she’s fine.”
“You know you’re not going to rest easy until you know for sure. We can go and grab a bite to go. We used to do it all the time. Then you can explain to her later, yeah?”
I looked to Chaos who was agreeing with Maverick.
“Yeah, right.”
We put our helmets on and rode from the clubhouse toward Crossbones Diner. A sickly feeling settled deep in my chest, and I had no way to ease it. She was going to be pissed, I knew it, but as long as she was safe and the bitchy cunts didn’t hurt her, I’d be good.
It didn’t take long for us to get to the diner, where I could see Trey sitting on the bench outside of the diner, looking down at his phone.
When he heard us rumbling into the carpark, he stood up, shaking his head and putting his phone away. He stalked toward where we pulled up, and I looked over at him once I took my helmet off.
“She doesn’t like being controlled, you know.”
“We’re here for some lunch. Last time I checked, this was still a Sons’ run business, kid.”
Trey shot Chaos a look that could have sliced and diced if Chaos gave a shit about any of that. I saw movement at the door,and looked over at Rowan and Frankie coming out the doors. Rowan headed my way while Frankie looked down at her phone, and anywhere away from where we were. That’s when I noticed Chaos getting back on his bike, and pretending like what he had with the girl was casual.
That shit wasn’t casual, no matter how bad he was telling himself it was.
“Couldn’t handle an hour without me?” Rowan asked, in a chipper mood.
“Jesus, get a fucking room,” Trey said, moving away from us, just as she draped her arm around my neck and kissed me hard. I cupped the side of her face, my fingers drifting in her hair and yanking back. She let out a tiny gasp of surprise, before the look of hunger overtook her eyes.
“Want to go for a ride?”
“Let me say goodbye to Frankie. Don’t want her to hate you more than she already does.”
