Ace pinned him in his stare. “Yeah, she’s Cross’s.”
Cross watched his president but couldn’t get a read on him. Not initially, but the longer Ace listened, the more his face transformed. His eyes hardened, and the lines in his forehead became pronounced.
Ace lifted his gaze and cupped his mouth. “Yeah, we’re coming. Be prepared, Inez.”
Ace shoved his phone in his pocket.
“What the hell is going on?”
Ace dragged his hand over his mouth, scanning his face. Whatever he was about to say was going to piss him off.
“You can stop looking for Addison. She ain’t here. She’s in Lawry at Inez’s.”
What?
“Inez couldn’t say much on the phone, butour Jane Doeran into someone she knows, got freaked out, and left, taking Addison with her. Now, let’s go.”
That made no sense. She wouldn’t leave without saying anything. Even if not to him, she’d tell Cleo. Or answer his calls.
Cross grabbed Ace’s arm. “What are you not telling me, Ace?”
Cue stepped next to him. “Yeah, that makes no fucking sense. Why wouldn’t Addison call Cross and tell him?”
“’Cause Jane pulled a gun on her and forced her to drive to Inez’s place.”
What the fuck!
Chapter Twenty-Six
Addison cupped the glass of vodka in her hands. She was tucked in a chair in the corner of Inez’s apartment. She hadn’t asked for a drink. In fact, she’d tried to decline when Inez handed it to her. That didn’t go over well.
“I offer you top-shelf fucking vodka in my home, and you’re turning it down?” The threat in her tone was enough for Addison to take the offering and stay silent.
She wasn’t the only one who’d been quiet. Jane hadn’t said a word in the last hour or two. Addison had completely lost track of time.
Two men were stationed in the kitchen near the hallway. They hadn’t said much either, but she saw a lot of whispering among them and Inez. She was too far away to hear them. That was probably a good thing. Her nerves were completely shot; she couldn’t take any more talk of death.
“How far out are they?” Inez took a drag from her cigarette.
“Pulled into Lawry five minutes ago.”
She sighed, glancing over at the clock on her stove. “We got about fifteen minutes until they storm this fucking place.” She gestured to Jane, who was leaning against the wall. “Get her to the house on Market. And stay with her.”
“Am I going back to Killcreek?” Jane asked, and Inez looked as if the girl had sprouted another head.
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Her hand shot out, pointing to Addison in the corner. “You took that girl hostage by gunpoint from their territory. They would’ve already been pissed about that. But knowingwhoshe is? Baby girl, I’m gonna belucky to keep your ass alive.” Inez cocked her brow. “And the only way to do that is to make sure you’renothere when my boys come.”
Jane bowed her head. “I’m sorry. I was never gonna hurt her.” Jane glanced over to Addison. “I swear, I wouldn’t have.”
In the moment, of course, she didn’t know that. But…
“I know, Jane.”
“Oh…” Inez snorted. “You knew that?”
Addison shrugged. “I know it now. And that’s good enough for me.”
Inez scoffed. “Well, it’s not gonna be good enough for Cross or the club. Get her out of here.”
