“We were going through something similar.” I say, still not looking at him, realizing that’s why I told him. “We’d both lost something neither one of usthoughtwe wanted.”
He mumbles something out, agreeing with me, before we fall silent again.
“Why’d you seem cooler with this than he does?”
“I’m not.” He glances at me from the corner of his eye before pulling off the side of the street. “He’s still working on his anger shit.”
I say nothing else, just nod my head.
“Like I said. We’ll find her andthendeal with our shit.”
“Well, I told her you would kill me.”
My comment takes him by surprise as he laughs out. “Yet, you still went through with it?”
“She’s worth getting murdered for…” barely speaking above a whisper as I look out the window.
“Stop saying shit that makes me like you.”
We pull into the parking lot of Pistons as he nods his head for me to follow. It’s dark inside, but the bikes outside tell me something else is going on.
Opening the door, I follow him down into the basement. I can hear people talking as we make our way to the bottom, and they look at us.
“Everyone here?”
“Waiting on Axe.”
“Holy shit!” I mumble as I see Ace standing on the opposite side of the room. The voice I recognized earlier but couldn’t place now makes sense. “I thought you were dead!”
“What’s he doing here?” Spyder calls out as Ace and I hug it out.
“I get he watched out for you, but he’s still a cop; we can’t fucking trust him.” Is yelled next.
“Shut the fuck up.” Z glares at them. “Ash sent Eli.”
“What?” comes from the back.
“He’s one of us. We’ll explain and do an official vote once we find Drew, but for now…”
His words cause my head to snap in his direction, he refuses to look at me.
“Bullshit!” is called out from the group.
Z says nothing else; he just stares in the direction, and the chatter quiets down.
“It’s true.” Ace calls out.
“What?” Z looks in our direction this time.
“Ash told me he had sent someone undercover to watch over the club. He didn’t tell me who, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. I told you he put me in charge of setting up their accounts.”
Both brothers look over at me with a curious look.
Nodding his head, Z looks away as Zeke walks over to him, telling him something, and he moves up the stairs.
“Is he pissed about it?” Ace leans in, whispering to me.
“I dunno, he found out about it and about Drew and me within like a three-minute window, so...”
