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“The kind where I will determine whether a man like him has a place allied to my crew.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
The silence carried with it the threat no one needed spoken.
If Aries turned out to be the monster my Ghost thought him to be, there was nowhere on this earth he would be safe from us.
Fuck, I would be just as likely to chase his ass to hell and torment him for the rest of his miserable fucking afterlife too.
Maverick glanced at his men at the table once again before nodding to Diesel. “I’d gladly give him up to you for your questioning,” Maverick said, sighing even though his body only grew more tense. “But we haven’t seen Aries in a few days. We thought he might’ve been spooked knowing it was going to come to a firefight with the Aces. I told my men it would be all hands on deck for the fight. Even his sorry ass. The kid’s better with corpses than he is with the living.”
Diesel visibly tensed. He wasn’t all right with this answer.
“I don’t give a fuck where he is. He’s your man, and I want him. Find him and bring him here, or I’ll be forced to reconsider our position.”
Mav bit the inside of his cheek.
If he wanted to keep his fucking head, he should be sayingyes fucking sir, right now.
“I think I can find him, Mav,” Drake said from down the table. “I know where he likes to hang out. Let me take a couple guys. We should be able to get a hold of him pretty quick.”
Mav nodded, visibly relieved. “Will that satisfy?” he asked Diesel.
“For now,” Diesel deadpanned, and I stubbed out my cigarette, glad to be done with this bullshit.
The thunder of steps rushing down the stairs from the street entrance interrupted the tepid silence and as one, Saint and King alike stood, guns out.
All except for my ass.
It was Corv.
Obviously.
But that didn’t mean I didn’t also hear the urgency in his hurried steps. Or that it didn’t coil something tightly in my gut, souring the meager snack I’d just managed to choke down.
My fist clenched beneath the table as he burst into the room, the door banging like a gunshot against the opposite wall as he stormed through. His eyes laser focused as they found Diesel. Us next to him.
“Aword,” Corvus snarled, his face a battlefield of barely contained rage. I’d never seen him this wound up. He didn’t let anyone see him like this. Control was his mountain, and he never gave up the climb.
“Thought you were too busy to join us, Son,” Diesel said smoothly, thumbing the safety back on his gun before tucking it away. The Kings opposite us sat, all except Drake, who looked like he was ready to go to war if only Corvus would give the order.
Maybe we’d keep him once this alliance came to its inevitable end.
“Diesel,” Corvus all but yelled, his teeth bared.
“Excuse me for just a moment, would you, gentlemen?” Diesel said, giving Corvus a warning look as he caught my ass when I tried to stand and dragged my arm over his shoulder.
Corvus stalked through the club to a barrage of whispers from our guests, not stopping until we were all through to the back room where our guys counted the cash from fight nights.
Grey closed the door behind us all once we were inside.
“Interrupting a sanctioned meeting, Corv—” Dies began but Corvus laid a glare on him so heavy it made our adopted father stop whatever he was about to say.
“What happened?” he demanded instead. “Are you hurt? Where’s the girl?”
Corvus paced the small space, throwing a fist through his hair. His face all sharp angles. “She’s fine,” he said. “She’s upstairs.”
“Then what the fuck—” I started but Corvus continued, talking over me.
