“Why the fuck are you looking at her when I asked you the question?” Rogue snapped, gaining both women’s attention. “You’re here claiming some bullshit about helping my wife and got nothing to back it up.” Rogue scoffed, shaking his head. “Killcreek is gonna have your ass for this stunt. And I’m gonna love watching those degenerate fucks walk in my house with their fucking tails between their legs to retrieve your crazy ass.”
Asshole!
Addison turned her head, her hair shielding half of her face. She leaned in slightly and whispered, “You’re not the crazy one here.” Addison was sure she’d spoken low enough for only Cleo to hear.Apparently, not.
“What the fuck did you say?” He shot up from his seat. From her seated position, he towered over her with just a small table separating them.
“Rogue.” Trey stepped up next to him and put his hand between them. Addison had little faith that would stop him, but Rogue stiffened. He made no move to get closer, but it didn’t stop his threat.
“You got a smart fucking mouth. That’s not gonna serve you well here.” He spun around and walked toward the middle of the room as Quinn rushed in. She darted her gaze between the group.
“What happened?” she asked.
Rogue shot out his arm, pointing at her and Cleo. “Why the fuck does she think she’s helping you?”
Quinn drew in a breath and glanced directly at Addison. Unfortunately, that once again put the spotlight, and all of Rogue’s attention, on her.
“What the fuck is it with you?”
Cleo cleared her throat, holding up her hand. It seemed she’d found her voice.Thank God!
“When my brother died, he donated his organs.”
Rogue stilled. “How fucking noble!”
Could this man be a bigger jerk?No!
Quinn walked over to him, grasping his wrist. “Knox donated his heart.” She gestured to Addison. It was the first time since they’d been in his presence that he was silent.
“You received his heart?” Trey asked.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“And you’re with the VP, right? Cross?”
Initially, Rogue demanded Cleo call Wraith and have him come in. This was what she was trying to avoid, and Cleo seemed nervous but agreed. It was Addison who stepped in, offering to call Cross instead. Trey had questioned why, and Cleo blurted that her and Cross were together.
“Yeah.”
The corner of Rogue’s mouth cocked, and he shared a look with Trey. “Oh, this is gonna be fucking fun.”
What the hell does that mean?
****
They pulled up to the Bowery in record time. The club could expect half a dozen tickets in the mail if anyone was monitoring the cameras on the highway.Fuck it.
Ace took the lead walking in. The doors opened as they approached. Jared, their head of security, led them through the empty club and up the stairs to the balcony. As soon as he hit the landing, Addison rushed toward him. She circled her arms around his waist, and he tightened his hold, brushing his lips across her ear.
“You’re alright.”
“Can we leave?” she whispered.
“Soon. Stay right here.” He tucked her behind him and made his way across the room, stopping in front of Rogue at the table in the corner.
“This is becoming a fucking habit.” He took a drag from his cigar.
“Yeah, well, it won’t happen again,” Ace said and turned.
