“And I’m really looking forward to meeting Wraith.”
Judgement aside, Addison was still curious about the details of their incarceration.
We’ll save that conversation for another day.
****
One stop light in the whole damn town, and they got it. By all accounts, Killcreek was their town. There were no police or a higher authority than the club. They ran it, they owned everything in it, and a selective few were allowed to live there. But there were conditions and stipulations that everyone was expected to follow. Ace had made it clear.If you got the red, you fucking stopped.The last thing they needed was another death on their hands and a reason for authorities to come into Killcreek.
Cross rolled his neck staring up, waiting on the green.
“Longest fucking light ever,” Cue said.
Cross smiled and cranked his engine when the light changed. They, along with Wraith and Cypher, had the pickup down in record time. What could’ve been a two-day run was done in twenty-four hours. All the brothers were on the same page. They wanted to get home, but none was more eager than Wraith. Onthe last gas stop, he’d tried to get in touch with Cleo, but his call went straight to voicemail.
They pulled into Grizz’s driveway and parked in front of his house. They used his bunker to store large quantities of cash that needed to be cleaned through the strip club. Barry’s bar and club didn’t make enough for a weekly washing, so they had to store it safe, separate from the clubhouse.
Cross got off his bike and dug into his saddlebags. Each of the four divvied up the cash they were carrying. It was less of a risk than one carrying it all had they gotten stopped by the police. Cross straightened, and Wraith shoved his bag of money in his hands.
“Take it.”
Cross grabbed the bag as Wraith started toward his house next to Grizz’s. Cross stepped onto the driveway, glancing over at the house Wraith shared with Cleo. There was an unfamiliar car parked next to Cleo’s.
“Who’s that?” Cypher asked.
Cross blindly handed him both bags. “I don’t know.”
Strangers were uncommon and unwelcome in Killcreek. Wraith hadn’t mentioned Cleo having a visitor, and from the way he was stalking to the house, he wasn’t aware of it.
“Take this inside,” Cross said and started a slow jog, meeting up with Wraith as he got to the stranger’s car.
“Who’s here?”
“I don’t fucking know.” Wraith growled, eyeing the car as they passed it and walked up the stairs.
Wraith opened the door but stopped a few feet into the entry. Cross stood in the open doorway, scanning the room until he locked eyes onher. What the fuck? Both women seemed equally surprised, and Cleo jumped up from the couch.
“Hey! I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow,” Cleo said.
Cross didn’t bother watching the exchange. He was laser focused on the blonde shifting on the couch and scooting to the edge. What were the chances he’d run into her again? And more importantly, what the fuck was she doinghere?
“Who’s this?”
Cross had known Wraith for years. While his tone was even, it was laced in suspicion.
“Oh,” Cleo said, and the mystery woman stood. She hadn’t even looked at him. She was solely engrossed in the exchange between Cleo and Wraith. She smiled and walked forward, giving Cross the perfect angle of her profile and body. His gaze skimmed over her jaw and down her throat.Just as fucking sexy as he remembered her from last night.She seemed a little more dressed up, and her skin glowed. She wore more makeup, and her hair seemed perfectly styled. His gaze traveled down her body. He was reminded of what exactly had him ditching his brothers at the strip club to go in search of her. Hourglass figures had always been his preference when it came to women. And she was the perfect model. Curvy with a waist that dipped and flared out to a thick ass.
“This is Wraith.”
She offered her hand, and his brother hesitated slightly.
“Wraith,” Cleo whispered. She was giving her own warning to her man. Wraith shook her hand. Cleo glanced over and smiled as if just realizing he was there. “Oh, and this is Cross.”
This is gonna be fun.
The woman turned her head, smiling but then gasped when they locked eyes.Surprise, baby.Her cheeks immediately pinkened. If he had to guess, she was remembering him too. She offered her shaky hand. “It’s nice to see you again.”
Cross smirked, taking her hand, strumming his thumb over her finger. From his peripheral vision, he caught her chest rise and fall. That didn’t happen with Wraith. Cross steeled hisfeatures and battened down his amusement. Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red, and she tugged at her hand.
