Wolf (Evil Dead MC 4)

“Just give me a minute to rest.” His hand hooked behind her knee, pulling her thigh across his lower abdomen, needing her body plastered to him. He moaned into the top of her head as she snuggled up to him, and that was the last thing he remembered as he slipped into oblivion.

CHAPTER NINE

Wolf heard a banging at the door. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and squinted, glancing around the hotel room. Crystal was nowhere in sight. The pounding on the door continued.

Shit.

Tossing the sheets back, he stood and pulled his jeans on, calling out, “Who is it?” As he strode toward the door he heard a muffled voice respond through the door.

“Narcotics officer.”

He pulled the door open to find a grinning Red Dog.

“Very funny. You’re hilarious.”

Dog strode in. “I thought so.”

Wolf watched him glance around the room.

“You get your note?”

“My note?” Wolf frowned, scratching his chest. He didn’t have a clue what the fuck Dog was talking about.

“We all got one. Girls got dressed up and snuck out while we were sleeping.”

Wolf glanced around. There was no note. Dog stepped into the bathroom doorway, flipping on the light, and Wolf could hear him chuckle.

“Leave it to Crystal to make a statement.”

“What are you talking about?” Wolf stepped beside him. There scrawled across the mirror in red lipstick was his note.

Hey, Sleeping Beauty—

Come find me in the club downstairs when you awaken!

--Crystal

“They’re all down there?” Wolf asked Dog.

“Yeah. Get dressed. We’re going to find ‘em. The guys are waiting by the elevator.”

****

“Mack had to take a call about The Pony. He’ll be down in a minute. He was pretty pissed the girls snuck out on us.” Cole mused as they made their way through the crowded club.

“Oh, and you’re not?” Wolf asked with a grin.

“Where the hell are they? You see ‘em anywhere?” Crash asked, his eyes scanning the crowd.

“Fuck, this place is packed,” Cole replied with a shake of his head.

Wolf’s eyes surveyed the crowd. The place was filled with a young party crowd. The women were all dressed to the nines in short dresses and towering heels. There was a light show going on like nothing he’d ever seen before. Strobe lights and colored spotlights flashing in perfect time with the music.

“Let’s get a drink,” Cole shouted, nodding toward one of the bars.

They pushed their way to the front, or more aptly the crowd parted like the Red Sea when people turned to see their cuts. The bouncer had made a noise about them wearing them inside, but a hundred dollar bill from Cole, and a look of death from Red Dog, and he’d waived them in.

A few minutes later, drinks in hand, the men turned to survey the crowd again.