Page 138 of The Innocent

Oz shifted his gaze, scanning the brothers and lingering on one specifically. Jekyll sucked in a breath. It could’ve been random. Aside from the club and Inez, no one else was privy to that personal information. Then again, Oz knew a lot when it came to those in the Underground, and Killcreek fell under that umbrella.

Oz reached for his glass and took a sip. “A hundred grand. You keep half the product.” Oz narrowed his gaze. “I believe I’m being more than generous.”

Jekyll stilled and shared a look with Hyde, who flattened his lips. It was a generous offer. One they wouldn’t usually pass up. Ace’s hesitant response seemed to be the consensus for the group.

“In the meantime, I will find out who is behind Satan’s cashflow.”

“You gonna stop it before it happens?” Cross asked.

“No. If they don’t follow through, then I don’t have grounds to take them out. I want a valid reason to serve as a reminder that no one comes in my state without my permission. And they don’t have it.”

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?”

Jekyll knew the voice but still looked over at the opening of the balcony.

Fucking Rogue.

“You can wait in my office,” Oz ordered.

Rogue smirked, walking farther into the room. “Where’s the fucking fun in that?”

“Rogue,” Oz warned, though his brother didn’t seem to heed it.

Among everything involving the club, Jekyll had been told firsthand by Cross what had gone down at a meeting involving Addison. While Jekyll respected Cross’s woman for going head-to-head with Rogue, Jekyll, along with all of Killcreek, harbored a lot of anger about his comments in regards to Knox.

A small woman rushed forward and stepped in front of Rogue. She cocked her brow and rested her hand on his chest.

“Unless you intend to apologize, which I highly doubt” —she narrowed her gaze— “I suggest you say nothing. I don’t think either one of us wants a repeat of those two weeks from six months ago.”

This must be Quinn.

The threat was evident. Jekyll had been briefed on everything that had gone down while he was away. This had to have stemmed from Rogue’s confrontation with Cross and Addison. From everything he gathered from this interaction, it must’ve been an interesting time in Rogue’s house after it had all gone down.

Rogue’s gaze darkened and shifted across the room to the club.

“Is it worth it?” Quinn said in a low tone, but Jekyll heard it.

Rogue squinted and ushered her out of the room without another word.

“I hate to admit it, but Quinn?” —Gent sighed heavily, staring at the hallway— “She’s starting to grow on me.”

Oz furrowed his brows and turned to Ace. “Back to the deal.”

Ace grunted, sharing a look with Cross. “There is no deal. We don’t want it.”

Oz grabbed his glass, taking a sip and looking over at Jekyll. He rarely had one-on-one interactions with the leader of the Underground. There’d never been a reason. Until now.

“Perhaps there’s something I can add.” He arched his brow. “Jekyll?”

All eyes were on him as he moved closer to the table. For as intimidating as Oz was to most people, Jekyll wasn’t shook. There was no reason to be. I’m not afraid of the king.

“You don’t have anything I need, Oz.”

“I believe I do.”

“And what’s that?” Ace asked.

“There’s word going around that Killcreek has taken a special interest in a certain prison murder from four months ago. Do you have a name?”