Page 87 of Property of Player

“What are you doing?” I ask. The room smells like something amazing.

“When Player and Drae came in, I heard the rest of the club wasn’t far behind them, so I whipped up a crockpot of pork shoulder. Thought the boys could make their own pulled pork sliders if they’re hungry, which they always are.”

“What can I help with?” I ask.

“There’s a big bowl of coleslaw in the fridge. If you can grab that, I’ll carry the rolls, and we’ll get a prospect to come get this heavy crockpot. I thought we could set it up near the pool tables.”

I grab the bowl and a stack of paper plates and follow her out.

We set up a table, and soon there’s a line of brothers forming.

Cruz wraps an arm around Mama Pearl and kisses her forehead. “Thanks for this, Mama.”

She pats his chest and blushes like a schoolgirl.

Player is nowhere to be seen, and I head back down the hall.

Suddenly, I’m grabbed and shoved into the women’s restroom. At first, I giggle, thinking it’s Player, but when I spin around, I come face-to-face with Molly.

“What are you doing here?” She standing between me and the door, which she locks.

“I need to talk to you. I heard the men talking. You’re going to get Player killed by that ex of yours. That or he goes up for murder. He’ll go to prison. Is that what you want?”

“It’s none of your business.” I try to push past her.

“I’m trying to help you.”

“Bullshit. I heard you the other day. You’re working with the club’s enemies.” By the way her face pales, I know it’s true. “I bet they don’t know that, do they?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just as caught in this as you are.”

I fold my arms. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“My sister is in danger. There’s so much you don’t know.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Do you want Player to go to prison?”

“Of course not.”

“You’re nothing but trouble. Player was happy before you came back. You need to go home and make sure that ex of yours doesn’t do anything to him.”

“You want to know what I think? I think the biggest threat to Player and this club is you.”

“Look, you’ve got it all wrong. I know information that will help them. I’ll give it to you. It’ll prove I’m not trying to hurt the club.”

“Fine. Hand it over. We can go and show it to them now.”

“It’s in my car. If the Depraved Sinners find out I have it, I’m dead. I’ve been terrified.”

“So, go get it.”

“It’s heavy. Can you help me carry it inside? My car is parked in back. I didn’t want to take a chance of the Sinners spotting it.”

I straighten, my arms coming unfolded. “They’re close?”

“They’re always close. They’ve got this place under surveillance. Come on. We have to hurry before they see my car.”