“But she’s Cross’s,” Jane spouted.
“Bullshit!”
Jane shook her head. “No, I swear. They’re together.”
“We are.” Addison blurted.
Inez glanced over, scanning her face. “He’ll get over it.”
What? Addison glanced down the hall at the door. There were several locks, but she could probably get out before either of them caught her. Jane might not even try. And she could definitely outrun a woman in her seventies. The men downstairs would be an obstacle but surely there was a back exit.
She slowly started formulating a plan when Inez opened a drawer, pulling out a gun and placing it on the counter. Her eyes were trained on Addison as she smirked.
I can’t outrun a bullet.
“You can’t do this!” Jane said.
“I didn’t. You did!”
Jane darted her eyes between them. “The club will never forgive you.”
Inez laughed, which sounded so strange in this situation. “For Cross’s piece of ass?”
Jane gulped. “No, for Knox’s heart.”
The room was drowned in silence. Inez’s brows knitted tightly, and she slowly angled her head. Her eyes dropped to Addison’s breasts. Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest at the moment. The seconds felt like minutes. There had to be a connection between Inez and Knox. She just wasn’t sure if it would work in her favor.
When she finally looked up, Inez’s eyes softened, slightly. “You’re Addison.”
“Yes.”
Inez shook her head, grabbed a bottle of vodka on the counter and a glass from the sink. She poured a heavy serving and shot it back as if she was drinking water. She slammed the glass down. “You all are gonna be the fucking death of me with your bullshit.”
It seemed Knox would once again save her life.
****
Where the fuck is she?
The meeting lasted longer than expected. By the time Cross got out, the party had almost doubled in size, making it harder to find Addison among the crowd. He’d managed to find Cleo, but she said when she got back from the bathroom, she couldn’t find her either. Cleo had assumed she was with Cross. Wraith had offered to check the back while he walked out to the front porch after checking his room. Still no sign of her. He’d called several times, but it went straight to voicemail.
Cross was walking inside when Cue opened the front door.
“You find her?”
Cue shook his head. “Cypher’s checking the cameras.”
Just as he was about to walk in, Ace came through the door with his phone to his ear. They’d been in the meeting together so he wouldn’t know her whereabouts. He stepped to the side, and Ace stopped in front of him.
“Tell me what’s going on, Inez?”
There was a small stretch of silence.
Ace furrowed his brows. “You want me to describe Addison? Are you serious? Why?”
Cross straightened his back. “What the fuck is going on?”
Ace waved his hand. “Long blonde hair, green eyes, about five eight, five nine.”
