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“Golf, really?” I giggled.
Edge shot me with a warning look. “It’s a calming sport. It’s about precision and power, both are important, and finding the balance is key.”
I nodded and sipped at my glass of wine. “Sounds like you know your stuff. I’ll have to take your word for it. I’ve never played myself.”
“They’ve got a course around here, we could go sometime if you’re still around.” He let the offer of us spending more time together hang in the air. I had to mentally high-five myself for managing to get this close with just two short visits.
We’d been sitting in this small room for over half an hour already. I’d made Skins drag in another comfortable chair like they have for the men to watch the girls. I’d also opted for a sexy but comfortable outfit—a short denim skirt and a simple halter top that showed off my stomach as well as dipped low to accentuate the soft swell of my breasts.
We’d already discussed what he knew about my family and me. I’d wanted to cover that first to make sure that any links between the Brothers by Blood and me had been severed completely.
I was disappointed this morning, thinking that I might have heard from Blizzard, even if it was just to check in and make sure I was okay. After the way we left things yesterday, I was sure that there was more to our story. Instead, it was Wrench that called and explained what he’d done. They had managed to take almost everything that could possibly connect me with the Brothers and remove it, but what he had done was leave up anything that indicated my involvement in trying to bring them down.
There were a couple of news articles, including the court date I had where the judge ruled that I was not responsible for what had happened with regards to Chelsea’s car being blown up and Deacon’s gym being destroyed. They found that I was not acting with a sound mind and that I feared for my life if I didn’t follow Marco’s orders.
I had a sneaking suspicion that both Uncle Anthony and the Brothers by Blood played a part in getting me out of that mess.
But I knew the DePalma’s would never admit to making deals with the justice system, and the Brothers by Blood would never admit to helping save someone who attempted to destroy them.
“I’m not really sure how long I’m going to be in town,” I admitted. “Depends if there’s a reason for me to stay. I do pretty well here, and Iris is great… despite her sexual escapades… so I’m tempted.”
Edge chuckled lightly. “She’s feisty for an old woman.”
“Horny, too.” I laughed. “I’ve caught her in more than one compromising position.” It was true. After the first day I met her with Skins, I’d caught her twice with other employees. I wondered if that was really good for business.
He screwed up his nose. “Fuck that! How old is she?”
“Old enough to be your mother, at least.”
He scoffed, setting the beer he had in his hand on the side table.
I seemed to have struck something important by the way he avoided eye contact and seemingly shut down.
“You don’t know how old your mother is?” I pried, trying to start with something small.
He leaned back in the chair and folded his arms across his chest. I could see he was closing himself off, this wasn’t something he was comfortable talking about.
“She’d probably be about fifty if she were alive.” His voice was tight and his eyes stayed focused on me like he was gauging my reaction.
I cleared my throat before I spoke. “Ditto.” His brows rose like he was surprised, but after studying me for a few seconds, he lifted his chin and with that, we were connected. I wasn’t sure what it was about that small part of my life that he felt allowed him to trust me, but it was like that was my opening to his world.
“My dad is the VP of the Vicious Vultures MC over in Utah. We’ve got a handful of clubs all over the states but we aren’t exactly high on the totem. We could be picked off pretty easily if someone decided to come after us.” Today he wore a trucker’s cap, covering his light hair. It was on backward and suited him well. He lifted it up and scratched at his hair before replacing it. “My dad sent the boys and me here. The club that’s in town at the moment isn’t big either, so there’s more of a chance of us convincing them to let us have the town, or allowing us to patch them over.”
He talked like it was a simple business transaction. That Judge and his club were going to sit down with them and discuss things like civilized groups. But I already knew more than what he was telling me. They hadn’t approached in peace. They’d gone straight for the jugular.
“Have they already accepted the offer? I haven’t seen any bikers around other than you and your friends.” I took another sip of my wine, hoping that it would hide how nervous I was.
He copied me, lifting his beer to his lips and swallowing back the liquid as he watched me. Placing the bottle back on the table he finally answered. “Let’s just say we’re giving them time to think about it and consider their options.”
I cringed inside but forced myself to nod as though I thought that was a great idea.
The tone of his voice was one I’d yet to hear from him. It was toneless, emotionless and dark. It sent a shudder up my spine, and I had to convince myself not to make an excuse to leave, that I was so close now there was no going back until I had achieved what I needed to—or died trying. The dark feeling that filled the air evaporated as quickly as it came when the sharp ding sounded within the room.
Edge cracked a smile and inside I let out a small relieved sigh.
“What are you doing now?” he asked as he threw back the last of his beer and pushed himself to his feet.
It was about eleven p.m. I’d booked the room out for an hour.
