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He passed Chelsea with a kiss on her temple and a whisper in her ear.
She nodded. “Be safe.”
Watching Optimus stomp past me and throw his leg over his bike caused me to frown suspiciously. “Where are we going, Op?”
A chorus of footsteps caused me to look around. Leo, Slider, Kev, and Camo all walked by and mounted their bikes, clipping their helmets on their heads and looking to our president.
“Just got a phone call. We have a meeting in town. Prepare yourself and keep your head straight.” Op’s cryptic words sunk my stomach and he started his ride before I had the chance to question him.
I snatched my helmet off the handle bars and tossed it on. Following Op out of the compound, with my brothers at my back and our bikes rumbling together like a symphony.
The ride to town seemed like it dragged for hours, anticipation flooding my body. If Optimus was scared I was going to lose my shit, I knew that this was going to be about Rose. The weight of my gun tucked under my cut in its holster gave me comfort. I would use it without a second thought if I felt that whoever we were meeting were any kind of threat to Rose. No one was about to take away our opportunity at a future after we’d fought through hell at just the chance to see where things may lead.
I was surprised when we pulled into the small alleyway that led to X-Rated’s parking lot. What I didn’t like were the two black SUV’s with darkly tinted windows and men in suits surrounding them.
We backed our bikes in against the building near the front doors to the strip club. Connor stood against the doors, his arms folded and a stony look on his face as he glared at the unknown men. It was when I saw someone I recognized step out of one of the vehicles that I pulled my gun.
Rico DePalma.
I held it at my side and Op gave me a stern look, one that said‘calm your motherfucking ass down,’as he stepped forward.
“We're here. Now, what do you want?” Optimus addressed the men. I expected Rico to speak, since I didn't recognize any of the others, but instead another stepped forward.
“My name is Angelo.” His accent was subtle but strong enough to tell you where he was from. “I apologize for having to come to your place of business in order to reach you. I wanted to keep this as discreet as possible.”
Connor snorted but didn't move from his place or speak. He knew this wasn't his fight and was smart enough to stay out of it.
“You work for Anthony?” I stated. Angelo nodded. I knew who he was. He was the man that called to check up on Rose. “He know you're here?”
“He does not.”
“What can we do for you?” Op interrupted.
The man was tall and seriously built. His shoulders were wide but the suit he was wearing fit him perfectly, it accentuated his muscles while still keeping the professional look I'm sure he was going for. The only one of them that didn't wear a suit was Rico, who leaned against the car in a pair of jeans and a leather jacket.
Angelo cleared his throat. “It seems that you are involved in some trouble. Trouble that has directly impacted on someone who I care very dearly about. Therefore, I’ve made it my business to step in.”
My blood boiled. He was talking to us like we were children.
Optimus scoffed. “I can assure you, any trouble we have, we are quite capable of handling ourselves. But please, enlighten me on what it is you've heard.”
“Rico here intercepted a phone message that was meant for Anthony. It was from a man that claimed that Rosalie was not onlystripping,but also working with and spying for the club who had killed his son.” He said it like it was matter-of-fact. “How am I doing so far?”
“She worked that pole like a pro,” Slider hooted from behind me causing my other brothers to chuckle. Angelo was unimpressed, and I had no time for joking when it came tomy woman.
“It's none of your damn business,” I growled deeply, gripping my fingers tighter around the cold metal in my hand.
His eyes flicked from Optimus to me. There was a darkness there, I could see it even through his casual attitude. “It became my business when he threatened her life.”
I tried not to act surprised. “Who was he?”
“Called himself Edge. Although I don't care much for these things you call road names.” A smirk crossed his mouth. The guy was all about the subtle hits. He wouldn't tell you he was going to kill you straight out. He would word it in a way that would make you feel like it would be a pleasure to die.
“He's alive,” Leo muttered from behind me.
“Yeah,” I growled. “And apparently he's a big Ol tattle tale.”
“This surprises you?” Angelo asked curiously.
