Page 120 of The List
Addison stilled, peeking over at the man in question. He brought his cigar to his lips, staring down at his phone. He exuded power with a very dark element. His gaze shifted, and hisglare was pinned on her. Addison immediately turned her head in the opposite direction, taking in a breath.
“We’re not in danger, right?”
Cleo twisted her lips. “I don’t think so.”
You don’t think so?That wasn’t reassuring. If anything, it had her anxiety heightening. She darted her gaze around the room, looking at everything and everyone from a different perspective. While it hadn’t been confirmed, she had her growing suspicions that the MC weren’t just motorcycle enthusiasts who enjoyed riding together and living off the grid. They probably dabbled in illegal endeavors. Nowadays, who doesn’t? But were they deeper than she’d thought?
Sloane wandered into the room. Her reception was less than welcoming. Trey rolled his eyes then hardened his scowl, aiming his glare at her.
“Is there something you need? Trey asked.
“Oh” —Sloane glanced at the empty doorway— “I saw Quinn leave and figured I’d pop in and see if anyone needed anything.”
“Yeah, I need something.” Rogue’s venomous snarl echoed in the room. “Need you to get the fuck outta my office.”
Rude.How did this man get away with speaking to people this way?
Sloane knitted her brows. “But I’m not inyouroffice. This is Trey’s.”
Rogue’s jaw squared, and his nostrils flared. This man was like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, and it seemed Sloane was holding the match.
Cleo chuckled, and both men glanced over. Addison flattened her lips, fighting against her own amusement. She had enough self-awareness to know this was a serious situation. But Sloane made it hard to keep her composure. It was as if she was clueless to Rogue’s demeanor. Or maybe she didn’t care.
Sloane smiled. “I know you’re not asking, but personally, I think…”
Rogue slammed his hand on the desk, and Addison jumped in her seat.
“Nobody gives a shit what you think!” he shouted.
“But can I say just one more thing?” Sloane asked and was immediately shut down.
“Get your ass outta here!” Rogue barked and Sloane walked out.
This man had two volumes. Loud and louder.Fucking asshole.Who was this guy? He quickly turned his attention to Cleo and stood, rounding the desk. Trey came up next to him.
“When the fuck are you going to learn your lesson?”
Cleo shrugged her shoulders to her ears. “I wanted to see Quinn.”
“Did I say you could fucking see her?”
“No” —Cleo smiled— “But you didn’t say I couldn’t.”
Trey shifted on his feet, subtly shook his head and stared up at the ceiling. The two men were the polar opposite. One wild, untamed, and erratic while the other was quiet, composed, and seemingly, rational.
Cleo inched up to the edge of the couch. “I was trying to help Quinn.”
Both men stared down at Cleo with a different but similar expression. Puzzled?
“She doesn’t need your fucking help,” Rogue said.
“I think she does,” Cleo whispered.
His glare deepened, and he walked closer to the seating area. If Addison had it her way, she’d want as much distance between them as possible. This guy’s vibe was completely off. An invisible dark and dangerous aura surrounded him. He sat across from them.
“This I gotta fucking hear.” He settled back in the chair and raised his brows. “My wife needsyourhelp? With what?”
Cleo shifted in her seat, peeking over at Addison. Was she looking for help? She stared back in confusion.How the hell am I supposed to help?Addison didn’t even understand the full scope of the conversation, let alone the situation. She’d figured out the basics. Somehow, someway, Quinn was involved with Knox and had guilt about his death.It’s relatable.Cleo thought introducing them would somehow give Quinn a little peace. Why?I don’t know.
