Page 33 of The List
The room was drowned in silence.
“Hold up.” Oak lifted his hand. “She’s here? In Killcreek?”
Wraith’s jaw tightened. “She was at the house with Cleo yesterday.”
“And the night before, she was at Barry’s,” Cross said, and he immediately felt eyes on him.
Ace drew in a breath, looking over at Cross. “You know about this?”
He lifted his chin toward Wraith. “Found out the same time he did. Drove back to Grizz’s after the run. Noticed the car at Cleo’s. We went in the house to find them hanging out.”
Ace’s gaze shifted to Wraith. “You didn’t know about her coming?”
“Cleo didn’t know about it.” His tone was tense. “At least not until the night before.”
“Surprise visit?” Gent laughed. “That takes balls, huh?”
“Yeah, it does,” Wraith snapped.
No one knew Addison’s motive behind not telling Cleo she was coming. But it elevated everyone’s suspicions. Cross scanned the room, taking in all their reactions. He hesitated on Ghost. While he seemed as shocked as the rest of them, he didn’t appear to have the same concern. Ghost dropped his chin to his chest, and the corner of his mouth curled in a half smile.
“What does she want?” Ace asked.
“According to Cleo, to meet.” Wraith folded his arms.
Ace sighed, dragging his hand over his jaw. “Bring her in.”
Wraith furrowed his brows.
Ace snorted. “It’s only fair weallget to meet her, right?”
The meeting ended on that note. As the brothers filed out, he waited on Ghost, following him out of the main room. As expected, Ghost was heading toward the back hallway stairs leading up to his bedroom. Cross stayed a few paces behind, not bringing any attention to himself or Ghost. When he got to the landing upstairs, Ghost was almost to his door.
“Ghost.”
He glanced over his shoulder and turned, waiting on Cross as he approached.
“Yeah?”
“In the meeting. All that shit about Addison?”
“What about it?” Ghost asked.
“Did you know?”
Ghost knitted his brows. “Why the fuck would I know?”
“’Cause you’re close to Cleo.”
Aside from Wraith, she’d always had a strong bond with Ghost. They were closer in age, and Ghost was the type of person to show more compassion, especially amongst the club.
Ghost sighed and folded his arms. “I didn’t know.”
“But you know something?”
Ghost stared back at him then grasped the back of his neck. The brother had a friendship and loyalty to Cleo, but it didn’t override the club. Ever.
“What?”
