Chapter Three #4
Wraith arched his back, stretching his arms above his head.
The ride home had been too long. They’d been scheduled to leave earlier, but with the delays, they hadn’t gotten on the road until after seven.
The only place he wanted to be was the clubhouse in his bed.
Instead? He glanced around the strip club and shook his head.
He understood the need for his brothers to unwind, but this wasn’t his idea of entertainment. Tits, ass, and blow jobs in the back rooms? I’ll fucking pass.
Years ago he would’ve indulged, but his mind and priorities had shifted with the arrival of Killcreek’s house mouse.
He glanced up at the stage watching the naked woman straddle the pole.
Her long brown hair fell down her bare back, and she peered over at him with a sultry smile.
To most men, she would’ve been a perfect ten.
To Wraith, she didn’t even compare to the only woman he wanted.
The dancer obviously mistook his staring for interest. She dropped her heels to the floor and started off the stage steps. When she was a few feet away, he hardened his stare and shook his head. Her smile fell, and she knitted her brows but didn’t make a move to come closer. Smart fucking decision.
Wraith turned to the table. Ghost was on his phone, and Cue was watching the stage.
He scanned the room for Ace and Cross but they weren’t anywhere in sight.
They could’ve been in the back but they rarely partook in the activities with the strippers.
They valued their privacy more than the younger brothers.
Wraith finished off his beer and stood. He’d use the bathroom and go in search of Ace before he left. It was usually an unwritten rule they all traveled in a pack, especially at night. But Wraith had enough, and he was heading home with or without the club.
He started toward the back of the room where the restrooms were located. He pushed open the door and rounded the wall, stopping at the entrance.
What the fuck?
Oak was standing on the opposite side, one hand braced on the wall and the other tangled in the hair of the stripper on her knees sucking him off. There was another topless woman caressing her hand over his ass and kissing his neck. A threesome in a public bathroom? Real fucking classy.
“You can’t get a fucking room?”
Oak glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “All full.”
Wraith rolled his eyes and made his way to the urinal.
He barely had his pants unzipped when he heard the feral grunting of his brother.
He’d heard everything, seen everything. This was nothing new in the lifestyle with Killcreek.
Hell, he’d fucked women with others watching, dozens of times.
But it was a long time ago. It no longer held the same appeal as when he was younger.
Wraith finished, zipped his pants, and walked to the sink. The topless girl was leaning against the wall, smiling at him with her chest jutted out.
“I’m sure I can find us a private room if you want.”
Fuck, no!
Wraith washed his hands, scowling at the woman without saying a word. Her smile faltered, and she slinked back against the wall, dropping her gaze to the floor.
Oak was waiting for him at the door, smirking.
“Now, that’s the way you end a fucking run, brother. You should take her up on her offer.”
Wraith ground his teeth, ignoring the younger member.
It had been a decent run, without issues or problems. Everyone had been on top of their positions, and they’d wrapped up a day early.
Thank fuck for that. After spending so much time on the road for runs, Wraith was in dire need of some down time.
But it wouldn’t be spent with a stripper.
There was only one woman he wanted to see.
Unfortunately, he’d have to wait until tomorrow.
He had no doubt, Cleo was in bed, fast asleep at this hour.
He checked his phone. It was just after midnight. When he walked out to the main floor, Ghost and Cue were no longer at the corner table. They could’ve been in the back rooms, but he noticed their waitress cleaning off the table.
“Where the fuck did everyone go?” Oak asked.
Wraith caught sight of Cue waving from the back exit, and they stalked through the room, meeting up with him.
“We’re leaving already?” Oak asked, pushing open the back door.
“Yeah,” Cue said, following behind. There was something off about the brother. He’d always been on the quieter side, but it seemed he was outright refusing to make eye contact. By the time he got to his bike, Ace and Cross were pulling out of the driveway, heading in the direction of Killcreek.
“What the fuck is going on?” Wraith shouted, but only Cypher turned to answer.
“A little problem with the prospects.”
Gent laughed. “Only problem is figuring out where we’re gonna bury their fucking bodies.”
What the fuck? Wraith could’ve demanded more answers. As Enforcer of the club, he held a higher rank, and when he asked questions, they got answered.
“Ace wants to do this at the clubhouse, Wraith,” Cypher said, lifting his chin toward his bike.
The ride was usually about thirty minutes from the strip club. They made it back to the clubhouse in twenty. Ace, Cross, and a few others were already parked in the back when Wraith pulled in. He shut down his bike and stormed inside.
The prospects were lined up in the back room near the bar.
Ace eyed all the guys down the line. “Where’s Cleo?”
Wraith’s muscles tightened, his back stiffened and he furrowed his brows. He had an unnatural response to hearing the question. Why would Ace be asking?
“She’s upstairs,” A prospect answered.
Ace cocked his brow. “You sure about that?”
Wraith stalked closer, shifting his gaze between his president and the prospects.
The first guy looked down the line at the others and nodded. “Yeah, positive.”
Cross stepped forward, stopping a foot away from him. “Positive?”
The prospect started to nod, but Cross pulled back his arm and swung hard, landing his fist to the younger man’s jaw. His head snapped back, and he stumbled but caught himself from falling and grabbed his mouth. The second in line wasn’t as lucky.
“You positive, too?”
“Well, I mean—” He never got to finish talking when Cross punched him across his temple, and he dropped to the ground, knocked out cold.
“How about you, Joker?” Ace asked.
Joker had been with Killcreek the longest and showed the most promise. But you ain’t a brother yet. Joker didn’t bow down, cower, or show any type of fear. He straightened his shoulders, looking directly at Ace.
“I saw her after dinner. She was going upstairs. But I don’t know if she’s still there.”
“That’s right, motherfucker, you don’t.” Ace snarled. “’Cause she’s not.”
Where the fuck is she?
Ace pointed to the prospects. “Get them the fuck outta here.”
Joker walked out, and Oak grabbed one of the others by the back of the neck, dragging him to the back door.
There would be a discussion on their punishment and if they’d be stripped of the prospect patch.
But they were the least of his worries. Wraith stalked to Ace, waiting on the outside door to slam.
“What the fuck is going on?” Wraith demanded.
Ace turned, his deep scowl locked in place.
“Where is Cleo?” Wraith’s muscles contracted, and his temple pulsed with his blood rushing through his veins.
Gent laughed. “It seems your little house mouse likes to gamble. Among other things.”
Ace narrowed his gaze, glaring at Gent. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
Gent grinned. “No.”
Wraith ignored the banter between his president and brother, and ambled forward.
“What the fuck’s going on, Ace?”
He sighed, sharing a look with Cross. “Got a call from the poker house. Cleo showed up with Reyna.”
Wraith stilled, unsure he’d heard his president correctly. Reyna? From the motel? None of this made sense.
“Since when does she hang out with the whores?”
Cypher lifted his hand. It was meant to calm him down but had the opposite effect.
“When?” he snapped.
“Generally speaking, she doesn’t. Most follow the rules and stay away from Cleo. But there’s a few that I’ve seen her talk to. Reyna’s one of them.”
It was nearly impossible to piece this scenario together. Wraith grasped his hips and deepened his scowl.
“So, Reyna’s working outside the motel and bringing Cleo with her? Is that what you’re telling me?”
I’m gonna fucking kill someone.
Cypher shared a look with Ace. “Not exactly.”
Wraith ground his teeth. “Then tell me exactly how it fucking is.”
Wraith was seconds from losing his patience if he didn’t get clear answers soon.
“According to Dante, she came in with Reyna, who is a regular at the poker house. They were meeting up with—” Cypher hesitated, glancing over at Ace.
“With who?” Wraith snapped.
“Meeting up with two guys.”
“Yeah, brother,” Gent said, smirking. “Our little Cleo had a date tonight.”
A fiery rage shot through his veins.
“Kids. They grow up so fast.” Gent’s taunting was only intensifying Wraith’s anger.
He was on the edge, his only vision was set on bloodshed.
And I’m going to start with Gent.
“Settle down, brother,” Ace said, resting his hand on Wraith’s shoulder.
“Where is she now?” Wraith clenched his jaw.
“Oh, you’re gonna love this,” Gent said.
“Gent.” Ace growled in warning.
Cross circled around the group, pushing Gent out of his way and stopped directly in front of Wraith.
“Because this scene isn’t fucked up enough. Ace got another call.” Cross narrowed his gaze. “From Trey. Guess who else is at the poker house tonight?”
Fuck!