Addison had been around guns all her life. Her father and uncles were avid hunters. She’d even tried it once.Not for me.But clearly, he wasn’t carrying for sport.
“You never said where you were going.”
Cross grabbed his wallet from the nightstand, tucking it into his back pocket. He started to the door but stopped next to her.
“No, I didn’t.” He gently, grasped the back of her neck, and swept his lips across her temple.
“Why do you have a gun, Cross?” She whispered.
His fingers caressed over her skin. “You ask too many questions.”
She peered up at him. “And you don’t give enough answers.”
He softly snorted, brushing his lips against her mouth and looping his arm around her waist. As much as she hated to admit it, being with Cross was a comfort she didn’t know she needed. He hugged her close, sliding his hand over her back. It was soothing and she found herself nestling deeper against his chest. But it ended too soon.
“I gotta go.” He released his hold and she stepped back. “Get some sleep.”
Not likely.But she was willing to at least give her body some semblance of rest. She sighed, glancing around the room. The day had been exhausting, and she was feeling the physicaleffects. She clenched her jaw to batten down a yawn. It didn’t work, and she cupped her mouth, giving in to it.
She moved toward the couch and stiffened when she felt his hand on her hip.
“The bed.”
Oh, really?An attack warranted privileges to his bed?Good to know.
“Wow, aren’t I a lucky girl.”
He furrowed his brows. “What?”
Considering everything that had happened, the last thing she should be upset about was their night together. More so, the aftermath. Still, she felt the unrelenting anger rushing through her veins.
“Allowing me in your bed?” She snorted, flicking her gaze to the couch. “I’m honored.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Addison walked to the opposite side of the bed. The comforter and sheets were crumpled, and his four pillows were in disarray near the headboard.
“Addison?”
She sighed and rolled her neck, grasping her shoulder. “Don’t you have to go somewhere?”
Cross stared back at her. His confusion was evident. But he didn’t push. He tilted his chin and walked to the door. He reached for the handle the second the incessant knocking started. It could’ve been anyone, but she had the distinct feeling it was Cleo.
Cross opened the door.
Bingo!
“Wraith told me what happened. Where is she?” She didn’t wait for an invitation and darted through the door, bumping into Cross’s chest. Cleo didn’t even apologize or acknowledge him. For the first time today, Addison genuinely smiled.
Cleo rushed to the bed, pulling Addison down to sit and clasping her hands. “Are you okay?”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Cross closing the door, with his gaze on her, watching. Cleo continued her chatter but Addison stayed focused on the door.
Where was Cross going?With a gun.
****
They showed up at the Satan’s clubhouse after midnight. They’d parked down the street in an abandoned lot. The clubhouse was situated in an industrial area. Not many of the factories were up and running anymore, and of the ones that were, they were currently closed.
