He hooked his thumb over his shoulder and started walking backwards. “I gotta go.”
The prospect practically ran into the clubhouse. Cross glanced over at Cue.
“What do you want to do?”
“Can’t do shit if she’s not here.” Cue sighed, starting up his engine. “Let’s head home.”
And they did.
But Cross sensed this was far from over for Cue. If he had to guess, they’d be seeing Eden again.
Chapter Twenty-One
In the last week, Cross had become a fixture at the bar. He usually came in with a few members who retreated into the strip club. Not Cross. He settled in at the end of the bar and hung out with Addison. Tonight had been a little different. Oak, Gent, and Ghost were seated next to Cross.
Addison was filling a beer when she heard the front door. She casually glanced over, expecting a local. Her mouth fell open, and beer spilled over her hand. She released the keg top and jerked back, darting her gaze between the new arrival and Cross. His brows dipped, and he followed her stare to the front door. The woman wouldn’t be recognizable to him.But she is to me.
Addison placed the mug on the bar, grabbed a towel to dry off her hand, and stared as the woman approached. Had something happened? Their parents? A sudden spike in her heart rate had all the awful scenarios running through her head. They’d gotten back from their vacation a few days ago. Addison was waiting on reaching out until they were settled.
She rushed to the edge of the bar. “What are you doing here?”
Hannah’s brows hiked to her hairline, and she pressed her palm to her chest. “What am I doing here? Is that what you asked?” Her scowl deepened. “What amIdoing here? Are you kidding me right now?”
Oh shit, when was the last time I called her?Addison texted her a few days ago, but with all that had happened, she’d been radio silent ever since. Hannah could read her emotions andtone like no other. She didn’t want her to worry.Well, she’s fucking worried!
“What the hell areyoudoing here, little sister?” she shouted, gaining the attention of everyone in the bar.
“Relax, darlin’.”
Hannah whipped her head. “I’m not talking to you, nor am I taking orders from a biker. Mind your own goddamn business.”
Gent laughed, sharing a look with the others. “I love a feisty woman.” He patted the stool next to him. “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll buy you a drink.”
Hannah turned to face him, waving her left hand inches from Gent’s face. “I’m married, asshole.”
Gent smirked. “That must be a lot of fun for him.”
There was no missing the sarcasm dripping from his tone. This was the last thing Addison needed.
“Hannah,” Addison snapped, gaining her sister’s attention. “What are you doing here?”
“Ran into Danny. He told me he was shipping the bike here per your request, then joked about you not coming back.” She knitted her brows. “Called you three times, and it goes straight to voicemail.”
“I texted you back.” Days ago.
Hannah huffed, tossing her hands in the air.
Addison had seen her sister mad and frustrated lots of times, but this was next level.
Hannah continued. “Anyone could be using your phone to text, pretending to be you. Meanwhile, you’re being held captive in a basement.”
“Valid point,” Ghost said.
“Thank you!” Hannah snapped.
Addison smiled and spread her arms. “As you can see, I’m fine, Han.”
Hannah laughed without an ounce of humor. “And I would’ve known that had you fucking called me.”
