Fuck, no!This was the last thing she needed. All her interactions with this man had been less than pleasant.
She held up her hand. “I’ve already filled my quota for the day.”
“What quota, darlin’?”
Addison narrowed her gaze. “Dealing with asshole bikers.”
Gent chuckled, spreading out his arms. “Sometimes asshole bikers can be an ally.”
“Not in my experience.”
Gent’s lips twitched. “Never know when that experience will change, darlin’.”
Addison sighed, shifting in her seat. “I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.”
Gent grinned. “You do that.”
This was beyond strange. He was talking in riddles and she didn’t have the bandwidth to deal with him. Or pretty much anything at the moment.
She leaned forward, looking up at Cross. “Can I go home now?”
His gaze softened. “Not yet.” Then he turned to Cypher. “Let me see the footage from Burke’s.”
Cypher glanced over at her but shifted his gaze quickly when she met his stare. Addison had no reason to be embarrassed. She’d done nothing wrong. Still, she second guessed what she could’ve done differently.Nothing.
“It’s the two who left here.”
Cross held out his hand. “Let me see.”
Cypher hesitated but eventually handed it over. Ace and Wraith were at his back watching over his shoulder. Addison knew exactly what they’d see. She watched Cross’s features tighten and his jaw square. She’d seen that look before when she’d met them all at the clubhouse the first time.
He handed the phone back to Cypher.
“Cleo on her way?” There was a sharp edge in his tone.
Wraith nodded. “Yeah. Got held up but she’s coming. Waiting to tell her what happened until she gets here. Don’t need her upset behind the wheel.”
Cross walked over to her and bent down, putting them at eye level. “You’re gonna stay here tonight. Cleo’s coming over, and she’ll hang out with you.”
What?No.
“I want to go home.”
He lightly cupped her jaw. “I need you to stay here while I’m gone.”
“Where are you going?”
He didn’t answer and straightened. She expected him to walk away, but he reached down, threading his fingers through hers. It didn’t leave her much choice. She stood, and he walked her down the hallway to his room. He opened the door, ushering her inside. Addison walked in without argument. What was the point? It was clear he wouldn’t let her leave. Though it felt less like a hostage situation and more of an order of protection.
Addison let go of his hand and moved to the side near the dresser, eyeing the bed.
“Cleo will be here soon, but if you need anything before then, ask a prospect, and they’ll get it for you.”
She wrapped her arms around her stomach. “I don’t need anything.”
“Alright.” Cross walked to his closet and bent down. The open door obstructed her view, and she couldn’t see what he was doing. He shoved something in his waistband and stood. Maybe she’d watched too many movies but…
Was that what I think it was?
