“Is that a dog? In a sweater?” Ghost asked.
Gent snorted. “Looks like a giant fucked up rat.”
From around the bend, a familiar redheaded woman walked out. She had her head down, heading straight toward the animal. Cross wasn’t sure if she’d seen them, but she hadn’t looked over. She bent down and scooped up the animal into her arms.
“What kind of fucked up breed is that, darlin’?”
Eden jumped and spun around, clutching the dog against her chest. Her eyes widened, and a flash of fear traced over her face. She darted her eyes between all the men and bowed her head. Her hair covered most of her face, but they’d already gotten a good look.
Her bottom lip was swollen with a scabbed over gash. That was the most prominent injury, but he didn’t miss the purple yellowish bruise on her cheekbone.
“Darlin’?”
“It’s a mutt,” she muttered but didn’t look up.
Gent laughed and stepped closer, but she immediately stepped away. It usually wouldn’t stop Gent, but Cue did.
“Back the fuck up, Gent.”
She quickly peeked up at Cue then dropped her gaze to the dog. She had a large bruise covering her forearm. A handprint. Someone had definitely taken a good amount of anger out on her.
“Settle down, brother. Just getting a closer look.” Gent cocked his head, looking at the dog. “That’s the ugliest fucking dog I’ve ever seen. Why does it look like that?”
“It’s mange. Not his fault. His hair will grow back.” Eden gently pet his head, curling the dog against her chest. Without another word, she spun around, disappearing behind the brick wall.
Gent snorted, shaking his head. “Hot woman, ugly ass dog. Make it make sense, brothers.”
Cross sighed and gestured for the men to follow him. Unlike last time, the door was wide open. Cross resisted the urge to rollhis eyes. He knew for a fact, they had product in the clubhouse. How they could be so careless with their security measures was beyond him. Another example of poor leadership.
There were a few members in the hallway. They all spread apart, making a path for them.
“You see her face?” Cue asked in a low tone.
Cross glanced over at him, sharpening his gaze. “Yeah.”
Cue’s jaw tightened when Griggs and Spinner met them at the bar. Cue didn’t say much during the meeting. There was an element of tension in the room, but it was to be expected. Both sides were still holding onto their resentment for the incident especially a few members of Satan’s. Cross had little doubt the consequences for messing with their people in Killcreek wouldn’t be forgotten anytime soon.
The meeting was short, and they set up the new delivery date. It was two weeks earlier than their prior shipment schedule. Red flags had gone up for Cross once again. They didn’t have the demand for the supply they were ordering. The Satan’s were planning something, but they were tight-lipped.
Fifteen minutes later, they wrapped up the meeting. As they walked through the room, he noticed Cue glance around as if looking for something. Or someone? Eden hadn’t shown up again. In fact, they took the same exit as they’d entered. Even Cross scanned the yard looking for her. She was gone.
They were a few feet from their bikes when a few club girls started coming up the driveway. They ignored the women as they reached their bikes. It might have been on both his and Cue’s minds as to what happened to Eden, but neither was going to ask.
“Hey, darlin’?”
When all the women turned, Gent pointed at the brunette who’d coincidentally been with Eden the night they ambushedthe Satan’s. He curled his finger. She hesitated slightly but straightened her shoulders and sauntered toward them.
“What?”
“Your friend? With the ugly dog?”
She snorted. “Eden.”
“Someone roughed her up, huh?”
Cross intently watched her reaction. Her lips twisted as she scanned the men, sending a pointed glare directly at Cue before looking back at Gent.
“Why do you care?”
