He chuckled. “Yeah, I’ve seen worse.”
Well, that’s reassuring.
“Paint job on the body looks real good.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I didn’t do that.”
“I’ll make a list of parts I’ll need and start working,” Cue said, which caught her completely off guard.
She shifted in Cross’s arms. “You’re not gonna rebuild it?”
“That’s not my thing. It was Knox’s.” He lifted his chin. “And Cue’s.”
“But” —she darted her gaze between the men— “I mean, it’s going to be your bike, right?”
It was meant for Cross. It was what she wanted. She had visions of them taking it to Knox’s ridge once it was ready for the road. And other moments that wouldn’t include her. The sole purpose of the gift was that Cross would have something of Knox’s.
“Cue will do the work, charge me a shit ton of money ’cause his labor ain’t cheap. But it’ll be mine.”
Perfect.
“Cross, man. We’re leaving in twenty,” Ghost said, walking across the front yard.
“You’re leaving?” She asked.
“Yeah, be back late.”
“Where to?”
“Club business.”
She hummed. That was something that would take time getting used to. She didn’t expect Cross to report his whereabouts every time he left. But she would’ve preferred a little less secrecy.
“You working ’til closing?”
She smirked. “That would bemybusiness.”
Cross narrowed his gaze and lowered his hand to her ass, pulling her against his chest. “Baby.” He growled, brushing his lips against hers.
“’Til closing,” she muttered.
****
They hadn’t been back to the Satan’s clubhouse since the incident. Ace had made the decision, that from now on, the Satan’s clubhouse was where they’d meet up, and then use their safe houses for the exchange. It was a little riskier for them, but kept Killcreek safer from outsiders. Every member had backed that decision. Especially him.
Cross, Wraith, Cue, Gent, and Ghost pulled into the driveway of their clubhouse and parked.
“Have we considered possible retaliation for the other night?” Ghost asked.
It was a valid question. But Cross wasn’t concerned. Griggs was driven by greed. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the deal.
“They’re not gonna do shit.” Wraith said.
Cross scanned the area. There were a few members down the driveway smoking and a handful of women mulling around. Nothing suspicious.
“What the fuck is that?” Gent asked, and Cross looked over at his brother. He was staring across the yard, twisting his lips in disgust.
Cross, along with the others followed his stare. About twenty feet away, there was a scrappy, small dog.Or, at least I think it’s a dog.It was practically hairless with patchy scabs covering most of its head and legs.
