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I’d had options.
By the sound of it, Grey hadn’t.
Grey took the proffered beer and sipped it, still brooding. And shockingly, Rook was also sipping his water, even though the look on his face told me he thought it tasted more like donkey piss.
I laughed quietly to myself, still gauging our surroundings as Corvus finally made his way over to us, his cold stare passing over the faces in the private club.
“He’s in the back,” Grey told him. “On the phone. Sounds like there might be a problem with Rook’s opponent.”
Corvus nodded.
It would be the first time he’d seen Dies since Monday. The guys had been sent on a few errands and were still getting updates on shit with the Aces and what our game plan was, but as far as I knew they hadn’t spoken.
Grey passed me back my Guinness, and I wrapped both hands around it, gulping down another few mouthfuls to quell the hunger pangs in my stomach. Rook had been with me at Briar Hall earlier, and we wound up doing some ‘light’ sparring in the living room to get ready for tonight. Once we were both sweaty, eating was the furthest thing from our minds.
Besides, we had a huge fucking mess to clean up by the time we were done. It was a good thing Becca wasn’t around because I was sure she’d have something to say about the cracked TV screen and the half of the sofa that was now concave, the legs busted off.
I couldn’t even remember how it happened or whose fault it was.
“Whoa,” Grey warned, taking the Guinness back before I could finish it. “Slow down, babe.”
I licked my lips, knowing he was right. Tonight wasn’t the night to get tipsy. I didn’t think we had anything to worry about on our turf, but Diesel could give the order to attack the Aces any time after the deadline was up. And right now, I didn’t think he had a proclivity for patience.
My gaze hooked on a man hovering near the entrance, watching us.
I squinted at him, giving him an annoyed sneer until he looked away, crossing his arms over his chest.
The guys chatted about the fight, but I couldn’t seem to focus on the conversation anymore. Something about the guy was bugging me.
He was pale. Tall. Broad through the shoulders but lean, with brown hair and narrowed blue eyes.
“AJ?” I heard Grey say, realizing it wasn’t the first time.
“Hmm?”
“I was asking if you’d—”
“Who is that?” I asked, inclining my head to the guy across the room. Something about him seemed so familiar, but I just couldn’t place it.
“One of the Kings,” Corvus answered, and I should’ve known he’d do his homework on them, especially since making the alliance. “Don’t have a name for him, though. I only managed to get intel on the major players. He’s likely low on the food chain.”
“Does something about him…”
“Seem familiar?” Grey finished for me, and I sensed him growing nearer to my side, trying to covertly get a better look at the guy.
And then it hit me.
“He fits the description,” I said in a low voice.
“What description?”
“Becca’s. He’s about six feet. Brown hair, long on top. Pale. I don’t see any ink.”
“Becca’s guy was an Ace,” Rook said, bored.
I shook my head. He was right. I was probably just seeing things that weren’t there. But I had a right to be on edge.
I shivered. “Whatever, the guy gives me the creeps.”
