Page 44 of The List
Ace straightened in his seat, eyeing her. “The territory they cover doesn’t add up. They’re taking in way more than they can sell.”
“Unless they venture out of their perimeter,” Cross said.
Inez shifted her gaze between him and Ace, squinting. “They ain’t stupid enough to sell in ours.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Inez. Bunch of fucking idiots running Satan’s now.” Gent chuckled.
It was true, they were fucking idiots. But they knew better than to try and distribute in Killcreek or the Underground’s territory. That left few places where they could unload the product in the state.
“They won’t sell in ours or Oz’s.”
Inez cocked her brow, and her lips twitched. “We worried about Mayberry?”
Mayberry was code for Ghosttown. The small town and the club, Ghosttown Riders, came with a protective shield. Neither Oz, Rogue, and Trey, nor Inez and Killcreek claimed the area, but all understood it carried the protection of the Underground.
“They deep into anything?”
Cross shook his head. “Ninety-five percent legit.”
Inez snorted, which rolled into a laugh. “Jack Reilly rolling over in his fucking grave hearing that, I’m sure.”
Jack Reilly was the original president of Ghosttown. Cross had very few interactions with him, but knew a lot about him. He was a legend for most clubs though never with Killcreek. They were a different breed under the Underground. They didn’t have much connection to him. Other than one.
Inez sipped her vodka, eyeing the men. She placed the glass on the counter.
“How’shisboy?”
We don’t talk about that.Ever. There was only one connection to Ghosttown, and it was through a brother. The core members, along with Inez, were privy to the information. No one else. And it would stay that way.
Ace narrowed his gaze. “Ask him.”
The corner of her mouth curled. “His mama’s been gone for a while now, right?”
Ace shrugged, seemingly indifferent to the topic. It was a facade. No brother in the room was comfortable discussing this. Even Gent, who had something to say about everything, remained silent. The tension was thick, but Inez continued to push.
“How long has it been?”
“Askhim,” Ace repeated.
“I’m asking you.”
Ace’s jaw squared. “I got nothing to say. You wanna know something about that? You callhimin and ask.”
Inez smirked. “You giving me orders now, Ace?”
“Not giving you anything, Inez. Not about that.”
The corner of her mouth curled. “Taught you boys well, didn’t I?”
Yeah, she did. Loyalty was everything. None of the brothers would break code, no matter who asked. Inez may call most of the shots when it came to business, and she’d created the club under Ace. But they had their lines of separation. The club as a whole held many secrets about its members. They were a brotherhood who protected each other.
“How’s my Jane Doe?” It was a swift change in subject.
The question wasn’t directed to anyone in particular, but Cypher stepped forward. Aside from Cleo, he’d have the most intel on her and her well-being.
“Good. Keeps to herself.”
She arched her brow. “You keep those prospects away from her.”
