Gent smiled and shrugged. “’Cause I’m a gentleman and concerned about the welfare of all women.”
Cross eyed Gent. That was a fucking stretch.
“She’s fine.”
Gent pointed to his mouth. “That lip looks like it hurts.”
“Probably doesn’t hurt half as bad as when it was fresh. Wanna know what she did to earn that?” The woman’s nostrils flared, and her glare turned on Cue. “Shelet you in.”The woman shook her head. “Looks like you didn’t live up to your word, asshole.”
Cross had his suspicions, and if he had to guess, it was the same thought that had crossed Cue’s mind. He wasn’t sure if Eden would’ve followed that order if not forCueasking.
“What does she mean? Your word?” Ghost asked watching the woman walk away.
Cue grasped his waist and bowed his head. “Fuck.”
Technically, Cue had kept his word, promising Eden that Killcreek wouldn’t hurt her. But on a broader spectrum, it didn’t mean she was safe from the Satan’s. They couldn’t have predicted what would happen once they’d left that night.But we should’ve fucking thought of it.
“Let’s go.” Cross slapped Cue’s back, urging him to the bikes. But the brother didn’t move.
“Hey!” Cue snapped, and the woman whipped around.
“Get Eden for me.”
She scoffed and knitted her brows. “Haven’t you caused her enough trouble?”
Cue’s jaw squared. “Get her.”
“She left while you were in the meeting.” The woman eyed Cue and cocked her head. “But here’s some advice. Unless you plan on being a hero for that girl, leave her alone. She deserves a lot more than an asshole who can’t keep his word.” She walked inside, and the door slammed behind her.
Cue dragged his hand over his face and Ghost rested his hand on his shoulder. “Come on, man, let’s get out of here.”
Cross watched his brother walk a few feet to his bike and glance around the empty yard. They had no way of knowing if she’d actually left. It shouldn’t have mattered. Eden wasn’t their responsibility. He was about to get on his bike when he saw something move behind the bushes. Cross arched his neck and clocked a prospect coming around the clubhouse.
“Prospect.” He shouted and the younger guy turned. Cross waved his hand and the kid rushed across the yard, stopping a foot away from them.
“You guys need something?”
Cross shared a look with Cue before looking back at the prospect.
“You know Eden?”
He smiled, nodding. “Yeah.”
Cross lifted his chin to the clubhouse. “She here?”
“No, I saw her leave a little while ago. I think she was going to her job.”
“Where does she work?” Cue asked.
The kid shrugged. “Some place downtown, I think. Pet shop or shelter. She likes animals.”
Gent snorted. “Ugly ass ones, right?”
When the kid laughed, Gent hardened his gaze. “Do you know who beat the shit out of her?”
The prospect’s face paled, he flattened his lips and shook his head.
That was the most they were going to get from him. If he knew, he wasn’t going to give up a name. His loyalty was with the Satan’s, not Eden.
