“You know what happens at those parties.” I can’t believe he allowed her to go, seeing how crazy he is about her.
His smile freezes. “Grace isn’t like that.”
“Okay.” If he trusts her, that’s all that counts. He knows from personal experience what some trust fund babes are like when they’re on the hunt for bad boys before one of their pack mates gets hitched.
“Need to have a word with you.” He glances around the room, but the only others here are a couple of brothers who’re sprawled on the couch watching a porn movie, and they aren’t taking any notice of us.
“What about?” I take another slug of beer. If it was anything important he would’ve texted me.
“Damn sure I saw Rex Abbott hanging around outside Odin’s when I rode by earlier tonight.”
My mellow mood shatters. Rex’s father was the president of the Silver Wolves, the one who ordered Crane to murder our dad while they were both inside. And while Crane was killed in retaliation, that doesn’t clear Rex’s father of what he did. There’s bad blood between us. And Rex is a crazy son of a bitch in his own right.
“Was he on his own?” When the Wolves sorted their shit out ten years ago, they’d buried their president and banished his son on the understanding he was never to set foot in California again.
“Far as I could see.” Zach gives me a brooding look. “If he’s back, we need to let the Wolves know.”
I finish my beer. With the death of their former president, the Wolves became our allies, and although I don’t like to admit it, they’ve proved their worth over the last few years.
It’s never eased the raw ache deep inside me, though. I was only fifteen when it happened, and even now it doesn’t feel like justice was served. I flex my fist. The Wolves’ coup was bloody, deadly, and swift. It prevented a war, but left me hanging, like I have unfinished business with a fucking ghost.
“You gonna tell Jett?” Our president turns up most Saturday nights, although he isn’t here yet, and this is something that needs to be said to his face.
“Yeah.” Zach scrubs his hand through his hair. “Might need to step up security at Odin’s until this is sorted.”
Amelia’s face flashes into my mind. When her shift ended, I made sure she was safe inside her car before locking up. We always make sure our girls are okay. And although Tod’s there tonight, and he’ll see both Kat and Amelia to their cars, there’s an added threat now.
I don’t know why Rex Abbott’s hanging around Odin’s after all these years, but I’m not taking any chances. “I need his photo.” I might remember him, but I’ve no idea what he looked like.
“Yeah, I’ll sort it.”
Jett strolls into the club.
“Catch you later,” Zach says before making his way to our president.
It’s not even midnight, but I have no interest in the strippers that’ve just started a sexy routine by the bar, which is weird, as I usually enjoy the live shows. I need to get back to Odin’s. Even though I had no intention of seeing Amelia until tomorrow, I can’t get the idea that she’s in danger from Rex Abbott out of my head.
Fucking crazy. Why don’t I just admit it? I want to see her tonight.
…
I don’t bother going through my apartment and instead push my way through the crowd to the bar, searching out Amelia. There’s no sign of her, so I scan the room.
Kat leans across the bar and prods my arm. “She’s quit, Gage.”
I swing around. “What?”
“She called a couple of hours before her shift started. I had to get Sav in to help out.”
Kat’s best friend, who also happens to be Ty’s little sister, blows me a mocking kiss from the other end of the bar. I ignore her and glare at Kat.
“What the fuck did you say to her last night?”
My sister laughs in my face. “God, you’re funny. It’s notmeshe doesn’t want to see.”
I stare at her, not understanding what she’s going on about. Why wouldn’t Amelia want to see me? I gave her a fucking awesome orgasm with the promise of plenty more.
I’m a sex-free zone.
