It wasn’t a formal meeting with all the members. They were scouting a new location for a safe house outside of Killcreek. They’d bring it to the entire club for a vote after they sorted out all the details. For now, it was just Cross, Wraith, Ace, and Cypher.
The door opened, and when Cross looked up, Joker was standing in the doorway.
“Cue told me to get you, Cross.”
“We’re in a fucking meeting.” Ace narrowed his gaze.
“I know, I told him that, but he said to get Cross.” Joker veered his gaze to him. “Addison’s here.”
It was the last thing he expected to hear.
Cross slowly stood. “She’s looking for me?”
“Not exactly.” He shook his head. “From what I got, she’s supposed to be meeting Cleo, but she’s not here yet.”
Ace scoffed. “And that’s why you interrupted our meeting?”
Joker shifted his gaze between him and Ace. “Something’s not right. I came out at the end, but something happened and she’s…”
“She’s what?” Cross asked.
“I don’t know, man.” Joker shrugged. “She looks a little scared and definitely shaken up.”
Cross instantly walked out the door and down the hallway. It was eerily quiet. Cue, Ghost, and Oak were standing around a table a few feet away. Addison and Jane were seated, but no one was talking. He kept his eyes on Addison, but she hadn’t looked up at him.
“What’s going on?”
Addison jolted and tensed but her gaze remained on the table.
“A situation at Burke’s. Apparently, the two guys from Satan’s who were here, got a little aggressive.” Cue’s eyes narrowed. “With Addison.”
His muscles tightened, and he slowly angled his head, but she kept her head bowed. Ace passed by him taking a seat at the table and Cross followed suit sitting next to her.
“What happened?” Cross made an effort to soften his tone.
Addison flattened her lips and shook her head. She tightened her grip on her hands, but there was no masking how her entire body shook.
“Addison.” He kept his voice calm and even, which was the polar opposite of what he was feeling inside. She glanced up, and he saw it in her eyes. Fear.
“Tell me what happened.”
She drew in a breath. “I want to go home.”
“Alright, I’ll take you after you tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m fine,” she whispered.
No, you’re not.
“Good. Now tell me what happened.”
“Cross.” Her voice sounded like a desperate plea.
He leaned closer, whispering. “Tell me.”
She inhaled a breath and rested her elbows on the table. “I was on my way to Cleo’s and stopped at the convenience store. I was looking at desserts when some guy came up from behind and grabbed me. I yelled at him to let me go, but he outweighedme by like a hundred pounds. Then another guy came over and grabbed my arms, holding them behind my back.” Her voice shook, and she bowed her head.
Cross clenched his jaw to the point of pain. A fire blazed through his veins. He forced himself to level his rage and even his tone.For her.
