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It’s not like we have some code of honor against killing women. We’ve knocked off plenty of them for getting in our way, since they can be just as deserving of death as men are. But this particular woman? She intrigues me too much to let the mystery of what the fuck she’s after die with her.
Going against Gage is usually a one-way ticket to a shallow grave, but it’s different when it’s one of us, so I step in between them, pushing the gun away with one hand in a smooth motion. I flash him my most winning smile.
“Maybe you should try catching flies with honey next time,” I tell him.
He growls, but I ignore him, putting my back to him and facing the girl. “What’s your name?” I ask her.
“Ghost,” she practically spits. For someone who just had a gun pointed at her head, she doesn’t seem shaken at all. She doesn’t seem all that grateful to me for saving her life, either.
“Sure,” I reply with a chuckle. “And his name is Priest.” I point at Priest, who just raises an eyebrow and keeps pretending to be a mannequin.
I can see that obstinance in the woman’s eyes. She’s not going to back down easily, and she’s not going to give up anything without a good reason… and apparently, she doesn’t think the threat of death is a good enough reason to spill her secrets.
“Look,” I tell her. “If you don’t talk, Gagewillkill you. He’ll end you right here in the middle of the floor, and the only thing he’ll feel bad about is what it does to the carpet.”
I don’t know if I’m getting through to her, but I keep going. “We don’t give a shit about that guy you killed. We’ve got no vendetta against you for that. We already took care of the body, and we can consider that water under the bridge. But we need to know what the hell is going on and why you killed him, because if it’s some gang war that spills into our club, it’ll be bad for business. You understand, right? We’re trying to protect our interests here.”
Her eyes narrow while I talk, and she looks like she’s chewing it over, weighing her options. Gage isn’t pulling the trigger, at least, so that’s one thing going right.
Finally, the girl sighs. “It’s not a gang war,” she says. “I’m not in a gang.”
“Then why did you kill that guy?” Gage demands, still sounding on edge.
“Because he had it coming,” she snaps.
“Why?”
“He… gave me bad information.” Each word comes out of her mouth slowly, like she’s debating whether she should say it or not. I can tell she’s not going to give us everything, but hopefully she says enough.
Gage frowns, but I keep smiling, taking over. “So it wasn’t just a personal vendetta?”
“It was,” she says. “But he’s not my end target.”
“Then who is?”
There’s another pause, and then she lifts her chin, meeting my eyes with a defiance that makes my cock twitch all over again. “Ivan St. James.”
My eyebrows shoot up when she says that name.Oh shit, this is perfect. It couldn’t be any better if I’d planned it.
I turn to grin at Gage. “See? Maybe she’s not so much a thorn in our side as the perfect solution to our problem.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” the girl demands, folding her arms and glaring at me.
I ignore her just as cheerfully as I ignored Gage before, keeping my gaze on my friend. “This could be a great solution, and you know it.”
“It’s dangerous,” Priest points out, talking for the first time since the girl and I came up the stairs.
“You say that about everything. We live dangerous lives,” I tell him. “Sometimes you have to take a… a calculated risk.”
“Is that what you call it?” he fires back, glancing down at my crotch.
I just grin back at him, shrugging. “Hey, I like what I like.”
“But can we trust her?” Gage cuts in.
“She wants St. James dead, at least,” Knox says. “I trust that. She knocked off some other dude trying to get to him, and you can tell she’s serious. If she wasn’t, she would’ve just told us what we wanted to know in the first place, right?”
“Could be an act.”
