“Do you have any plans while you’re in the city?” Quinn asked.
This was the most bizarre interaction.
“I wanted you to meet Addison.” Cleo said then blurted. “She has Knox’s heart.”
Quinn immediately stepped back, darting her gaze between her and Cleo. Then her gaze dropped down to her chest. When Cleo didn’t elaborate, Addison stepped in.
“About three years ago, I had a heart transplant. Knox was my donor.”
Quinn’s mouth fell open, and she lost all color in her face. She stumbled slightly, knocking into the desk behind her. Addison lunged forward, grasping her arm in fear Quinn was about to pass out.
“Just breathe.”
Quinn jerked her gaze to Addison. The poor woman looked horrified and she turned to Cleo.
“Cleo…” Her breath labored.
Oh my God, what is happening?Thankfully, Cleo seemed to snap out of her trance.
“Quinn.” Cleo rushed forward, crowding in the woman’s space. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell Cleo to move back a little, but she never got the chance.
“I wanted you to meet her so you can see that something good came from the tragedy. Knox isn’t here, but Addison is, and she’s got his heart.” Cleo inched closer, and she watched Quinn’s eyes turn glassy. “He died, but there’s still a part of him out there, and he helped Addison.”
Addison dropped her gaze to the floor. This felt like a private, intimate conversation between the friends.
“It gives me a sense of peace. And I want that for you,” Cleo said.
“I-I’m sorry, Cleo,” Quinn whispered in a shaky tone.
Sorry for what?Addison never got the chance to find out. Without warning, the door flew open with so much force it crashed against the wall.
“What the fuck?” The booming voice had Addison jumping backward and spinning around to find the source.
Two men stood in the doorway. They had a similar look, and neither was happy. The dark-haired man shifted his venomous gaze around the room until it landed on her.
She widened her eyes, watching the rage become deeper. He stalked forward, stopping a foot away from her.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Oh shit!
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Cross glanced down at his phone. He was expecting a call from Addison. They must’ve hit traffic at this hour. He was tempted to go over to her rental but instead opted to hang at the clubhouse. He’d been spending a lot of time with Addison, and it was good to be with his brothers.
Ace walked out of the back room waving a slip of paper. He’d been sorting out the schedule all afternoon, and they hadn’t seen much of him.
“Got a pickup at Satan’s tomorrow. Who wants it?”
Cue lifted his hand but kept his eyes on his phone.
“I fucking knew it.” Oak laughed. “The redhead, right?”
Cross shifted his eyes to Cue. The brother’s shoulders stiffened. Cue hadn’t mentioned her again, at least not to him. But it was clear, Eden was still on his mind.
“Fuck off,” Cue snapped, shot up from the table, and headed out back.
Ace furrowed his brows. “Who the fuck is the redhead?”
