“At least she can’t torment him by calling him Cruz anymore.”
Reaper looked at me, his brows furrowed. “He told her his name?”
I shrugged. “Suppose so, don’t know how else she’d know it. Frankie’s like a dog with a bone. The second she knows something, she doesn’t let it go.”
“Hmmm.”
I rolled my eyes and jumped off the table, righting my clothes, before my eyes drifted to the closed off road. “What happened to the old clubhouse?”
“No one knows for sure,” Reaper said, joining me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Could have been a landslide, or a shoot out. The two sides were malicious against each other. They’ve fought over turf wars since the beginning. There’s another place. No one knows where it is, not even we do. Apparently, there’s an old diary of Creed’s somewhere that splits up the land and territories, and it’s signed by both parties. If we found it, and we found out that the territories the Ironborne are on actually belong to us, then we may have a reason to get them out. We could take over.”
“Would that still stand? A diary entry?”
“If the Ironborne seal is on it, yeah. If they are anything, it’s loyal to their code. Just like we are.”
“What if the old clubhouse was where the diary is hidden? Didn’t you say that’s where he started the club?”
Reaper looked out at the distance, probably knowing exactly where it was, even though it all looked like mountains and greenery to me. “Doesn’t matter. We’ve been looking for decades. No one’s found it yet. It’s lost to another time.”
I nodded. “Okay. So…why’d you bring me here?”
Reaper turned me in his arms, his hands resting on the small of my back, warm, comforting, safe.
“This is where I go when I need peace, from the club, from my fucked up family, my life. I wanted to share it with you, so if you needed that, or even peace from me. You come here.”
He was sharing his space with me, where he found peace.
“And if I want to get rid of two sluts who can’t understand that you aren’t theirs?” I asked, before I could stop myself.
Reaper laughed, kissing me on the temple. “Well, there’s now a gaping hole where the railing was. It would be a shame if they were to…lose their footing, now wouldn’t it?”
I reached up, grabbing his neck and pulling him down into a kiss to show him just how much I fucking wanted him, especially for that comment, for accepting the darkness inside of me. “I fucking love you, you know that, Wyatt Jameson?”
He growled his approval against my mouth, “You fucking better.”
Reaper
Chaos was sitting at the back of the bar, nursing a scotch and what looked like a forming black eye. Maverick shrugged his shoulders, his fist wrapped in an ice pack.
Jesus Christ.
When we’d come back from the waterfall, we’d gone straight to bed and fucked like energiser bunnies for hours.
“Church,” I called, looking at Maverick with a you better fucking explain expression. The boys filed in, and I waited for the last of them to be seated.
“Bringing to attention a vote to bring Brandon under patch,” I said. “Let’s vote.”
As they all went around the table with their ayes, not one nay, I threw the patches on the table I’d had made up. Maverick was always the one who named the new prospects who patched in. He’d gone with Mako on account of how shark-like he could be.
I couldn’t disagree.
“Tomorrow we’ll take him out the bluff and have him take the oath,” I said. “Any other items of business?”
“Are we not going to talk about the fact Junior is now a co-owner of The Pit?” Trojan spoke up. Fuck. I’d been so distracted, I hadn’t had a chance to talk to him about that.
“What have you found out?”
“Not a lot, he bought out the former co-owner from our side. I don’t know how. He doesn’t have funds in his account, and there have been no large withdrawals to account for it. As you know both sides own a piece of it. The Ironborne’s side is a silent partner.”
