He nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for telling me about Shamus, yeah?”
“Sure,” I replied, shaking his hand. “Who were you taking the side of?”
“Ghost Rebels. Up in Kilkenny.”
“Ah, yeah, I know of them actually. Look, give me your number, and I’ll make some calls around. If my boy Savage gives me the all clear, I’ll help you.”
“Savage?” Wolf smiled. “You know him?”
“Yeah…I know him,” I said. “He…helped me out a while back.”
“Got it. I don’t have a number, but I can swing by the clubhouse. You got one in Yarramundi, right? I’ll call in a couple of days.”
Our second clubhouse was the more widely known one, purely because we didn’t like riff raff coming over Creed’s Crossing. For years, no one knew about Creed’s Crossing, but now it seemed like everyone thought they had a fucking pass.
“Yeah. I’ll see you there on Wednesday at noon.”
Wolf shook my hand, firm and sure. “Either way, you can be the one to take me out or you can shift me to a chapter you need me at.”
I nodded, already liking the guy. “Got it.”
He walked off, no interest in the fight, and seemed to have come here solely for me. I didn’t miss how half the girls preened over him as he passed them.
“Who was that?” I heard my woman ask as she came back over with a smirk on her face.
“Someone lost,” I answered how I always answer when it comes to club business. She wouldn’t be getting mixed up with it until I could give her the run down about it. After all, beingthe Prez’s ol’ lady came with a bag of rules all of their own. But I knew she was up for the challenge. “Trey’s over there. You think he’ll come over and talk to you about it?”
I’d given her a rundown of what we found out, and she’d been as concerned as me, but hadn’t really spoken about it. I wasn’t sure if it was because she knew something I didn’t, or because she wasn’t sure what to think, but I wanted to trust in her. If she needed to keep something from me, I had to believe it was for a reason. There would be times I’d have to do the same for her.
I knew she’d seen him at his worst, and she would do what she could to get me the answers I needed. That our club needed.
No one was using my son to get to me, to the club, that was a damn promise.
“He will,” she said, confidently. “I’m irresistible to deny.”
I grabbed her ass tightly, easily squeezing her cheek under her mini skirt. “That’s damn true, but you’re mine, so keep the irresistible shit to our bedroom.”
“I like it when you get all handsy and possessive,” she crooned, leaning into me. “Makes me so hot for you, like I could ride you right here and now.”
God this woman was trying to kill me.
“Go and get him,” I growled at her, giving her a tap on the ass. She did, swaying her hips suggestively as she went. If one fucking person turned to give her attention, I’d snap.
Trey turned to her when he noticed her coming his way. Slowly, his head shot up and found me, his smile disappearing, before he turned his attention back to her. He spoke to his mates before he joined Rowan as she walked back to where I stood.
“Reaper.”
“Enough with the shit, Trey. How did you become co-owner? You know of the pact that it needs to be co-owned by one on each side.”
“I know, I’m from the Shackled side, given my connection to you. The pact hasn’t been broken.”
“Who is your co-owner?” Rowan asked him, and I could have kissed her for the way she could easily slide in as if she were already part of the club.
Because she was.
Trey sighed. “I don’t know yet. There’s meant to be a big meeting in a few weeks and this person is meant to be there.”
“Who’s going with you?” I asked.
