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Exactly, Sloane! Dahlia shook her head, stifling her snicker.
“You’re right.” Sloane dropped the passes on the desk, her lips forming a small frown. “It’s a stupid idea. I just thought it would be fun to go to a different club, maybe dance and drink fruity cocktails. I mentioned it to some of the girls, but Cam and Lil immediately shut down the idea.” Sloane shrugged. “No one else seemed interested, so…”
“You really want to go?” Dahlia asked.
Sloane pursed her lips, stared down at the desk, and shook her head. “No, not really, I guess.”
Ah, hell. Why not?
“Alright, c’mon, let’s go.”
Sloane jerked her head up in full shock. “Are you serious?”
Dahlia stood and smiled. “Yeah, I’ll be the friend you do stupid shit with.”
Wasn’t that how friendships worked? As long as she could avoid the wrath of Blade if he ever found out, they’d be good. With the East women dead set against the X-Lounge, it meant there was no chance they’d run into anyone they knew. They could go, do some dancing, have a few drinks, and sneak out without anyone ever finding out they were even there.
What could go wrong?
****
Trey glanced down at his phone. He’d told Ace when they’d be arriving, and they were right on time. The president of Killcreek hadn’t been exactly welcoming for a visit when he had called, but Ace relented. For Trey. He’d maintained a decent relationship with Ace and the other MC members when Rogue had declared war over a deal he’d lost to Killcreek. It was in everyone’s best interest to stay on good terms, though Rogue could never recognize that.
It took almost two hours to get to the Killcreek Clubhouse. It was virtually in the middle of nowhere. Years ago, they’d chosen to set up their club in an unsuspecting town. They basically owned it and the surrounding area. Where some might take pride in the town by fixing it up, Killcreek did the opposite, making it unsightly and, more importantly, unwelcoming to outsiders. It was well-known throughout the state if anyone needed gas or a pitstop, pass by Killcreek.
Trey glanced out the window to the secluded clubhouse. This wouldn’t be an easy sell, especially with Rogue. The guy had never played nice a day in his life. Once the car parked, both men got out, and Trey rounded the bumper, watching Rogue’s lips twist.
“I can fucking feel the filth walking into this shithole! I can’t deal with these motherfuckers.”
Trey clenched his teeth. “You don’t have a choice. Without them, we have no one for the transport. Do not fuck this up!”
Trey didn’t wait for a response and took the lead, walking up the stairs. They were being watched. Much like the Underground’s operations, Killcreek didn’t welcome surprises. When they reached the porch landing, the door opened, and Gent smiled.
“It’s like having fucking royalty in the house. C’mon in, boys.”
Trey ignored the grandstanding gesture laced with sarcasm and walked inside. Trey wasn’t completely sure of the layout of the clubhouse, but it was set up like an old motel. The lobby area had been redone to appear as a living room with a dining area beyond it. It was an interesting setup.
A few brothers were gathered around, with Ace and the VP, Cross, seated at the table. They started across the room, and Trey immediately stopped, eyeing the familiar man tucked in the corner near the bar. Motherfucker! The bruises around his eyes, cheeks, and throat were still visible. He didn’t stand with as much confidence as he had when he was in the ranks of the Underground.
It had been Trey’s choice, his discretion. He could have easily ended Rod’s life without any hesitation. In a rare moment, he’d shown mercy. Not for himself but for Dahlia. Firing Rod was what she wanted, not his death. Dahlia got what she wanted, and Trey was regretting his own choice.
“What the fuck, Ace? Scraping the bottom of the fucking barrel for new recruits?” Rogue shouted.
That was Trey’s thoughts as he walked to the table, pinning Rod in his stare. The former employee looked across the room, refusing to make eye contact. I should have fucking ended you. Trey rarely had regrets, but this was one of them.
“You don’t approve of our newest prospect?” Ace smirked and waved to the seat across from them at the table. Trey pulled out the chair, ignoring the blatant taunting.
Rogue snorted, sitting down next to Trey. “Collecting all the rejects? Have at it, motherfucker. That asshole will fit right in with Killcreek.”
Trey settled in his chair, ignoring Rod’s presence and the snickers echoing through the clubhouse. Rod was the least of the Underground’s concerns. His reach would never touch Dahlia again. For now, that was enough.
“Appreciate you seeing us on short notice,” Trey said, addressing Ace directly.
“Well, we would’ve made the trip down, but—” Ace grinned, eyeing Rogue. “You got nothing we need. Can you say the same, Rogue?”
Taunting was the last thing Trey needed, especially directed at Rogue and coming from Ace. There was a history that Trey didn’t want to relive. They’d barely survived it the first time around. A deal gone wrong, and Rogue unwilling to forget. It was best for Trey to take the lead and keep everyone on task.
“It’s a good deal, Ace. Makes you a lot of money,” Trey said.
