There are nods and murmurs ofYes, Prezmuttered all around.
“Anyone hear a damn thing about our men or that shipment, you come speak with me, Ghost, or Saul. Okay, dismissed.”
The members start to filter out, and I turn to Saul andGhost, who are still standing by. “We need to find those men, and fast.”
“Agreed,” says Saul.
“Come to the house with me. I have the route there,” I tell Ghost.
Some of the most top-secret shit I don’t keep in the office. It’s in the safe at my place instead.
Ghost follows me across the compound. The door to my house is already open, so Ace and Camile must be inside. Sure enough, when I step through the door, I hear voices coming from the kitchen.
“This is delicious.” That’s Camile. “I was so hungry.”
She sounds as if her mouth is full.
“Well, we did work up an appetite,” is Ace’s reply.
My jaw works as I stalk into the room and take them both in. Her cheeks are flushed, and her dress is rumpled. Ace is grinning like the cat that got the cream, and his damned hair has straw in it again.
What. The. Fuck.
“Oh, crap.” Ghost says the words so quietly I almost don’t hear.
“Want to tell me why you both look like you’ve been rolling around in hay?”
My voice is calm, and Ace should know that means trouble. By the way he straightens and the smirk drips from his face, he does.
Camile, however, doesn’t know me as well, and she giggles. “Spiders.”
“Spiders?” Ghost repeats raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, spiders in the barn. We had to, you know, get undressed.” She laughs again.
Ignoring her, I turn to Ace. “Are you actively trying to get kicked out?”
“Fuck no, Prez. It wasn’t anything. We were just fooling around.”
My gaze slides to Camile, and the hurt that flashes across her face at his denial tells me all I need to know.
“Camile, Ace is a fucking slut.” I don’t mince my words. “You’d be wise to remember that in future.”
Then I stalk up to Ace, who is lifting a sandwich to his mouth. I slap it out of his hand, and it falls open on the floor.
“Hey, I was eating that,” he protests.
“Listen, you fucking prick, touch her one more time, and I’ll break your hands. Or throw you out. Road Captain or not. She’s out of bounds. From now on.”
Swiveling back around to face Camile, I let my face pull into a sneer. “You want to be a sweetbutt, darling? I mean, you can. But no one respects them. You’ll just be a toy to be used until they’ve all had enough of you. Is that what you want?”
Her jaw drops open. “Oh, my God, Jack, you’re a sexist pig. A dinosaur. So, it’s okay for the men to screw around, but not the women? Talk about old-timer ideals.”
Camile stares at me, and I swear there’s real hate in her eyes as she glares daggers.
“Plus,” she adds, “you don’t get to tell me who I can or can’t be with. I’m a grown woman, and I make my own choices. So what if Ace is a slut?—”
“Hey…” Ace protests again.
