“He included a closed sign too, for good fucking measure,” Enzo says.
“Let’s get over there. Show that son of a bitch he’s starting something he doesn’t want,” Kace says.
Brooks looks at me and I raise my eyebrows. “You need to move shit along with Harper. We don’t have time to sit and wait. We need to know something, damn it,” he yells, hitting the table once again.
“Don’t put all this shit on me. I told you it wasn’t going to be easy. I can’t force her to tell me club secrets. She’s here for her club, not me.”
“Make her change her fucking mind,” he hisses at me. He turns his focus to the rest of the table. “Wait for some of his girls. Bring them here, take them home, go to a fucking hotel, I don’t give a shit. I want a goddamn porn collection of pictures tomorrow from all the shit you got them to do to you.”
“Pay for pussy?” Reid asks.
Brooks lights a smoke and grins. “I don’t give a shit how, just get it done. I’m tired of this asshole.”
We talk a little more and when the guys leave, most with smiles for the chance at getting pussy tonight, I stay behind. I close the doors and lean my hands on the table. “I’m your right hand man. I shouldn’t be finding this shit out like I’m not.”
We stare at each other and he finally looks away. “Yeah, alright. I just really need you, Z. You’ve got to get Harper talking.”
I sit down and shake my head. “I’m doing what I can. She’s not some Soul chick. She’s smart and knows this life. I can’t just start asking her shit. I’ll call her on the prepaid and see if she’ll meet me tonight. Maybe I can get something.”
“Good,” he says as I stand up. Just as I go to open the door, he calls my name. “Your aunt wants you and your mom over for dinner. Set it up.”
I agree and walk out the door. Not a night I’m looking forward to, but it’s all part of the life. Family.
I call Harper’s house from the prepaid phone when I see she’s home. It rings a few times before she answers. “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me,” I say.
“Fuck, are you insane?”
I laugh and move closer to her backdoor. “Absolutely. Now, open your backdoor.” With that I hang up.
It takes her a few minutes, but she finally opens the door. I smile and step inside. As I take in the place, she quickly locks the door and pulls the blinds shut. It’s a nice place. It’s all open. The kitchen, dining area, and living room are all gray and white. Makes me smile because they are her favorite colors. I wonder briefly how many people know that little bit of information.
“Zane, what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get us both killed?” she yells, pacing.
I turn to face her and my goddamn heart stops. She looks beautiful. Her long hair pulled up, no makeup, and a T-shirt just long enough to cover her round ass. I look at her and all reasonable thought is lost. It takes me back in time. Back when we wanted to leave and start our own club. I’d be the king and she’d be my queen. Childish shit, but it’s memories I only share with her. When I look at her now, surrounded by her gray and white, it makes me smile.
“I’m definitely not trying to get you killed, babe,” I say, sitting down on her black leather couch. “Looks like mine.”
She blows out a frustrated breath and sits next to me. “I know.”
“You remember, huh?”
“Z, I remember everything. But, we don’t have time for a trip down memory lane.”
I rest my arm behind her on the couch and grin. “It’s such a sweet trip.”
“What the hell do you want?” she asks again. She’s got heat in her eyes, anger in her voice.
I chuckle and squeeze her shoulder. “First of all, I’m not a fucking idiot. I know how to get somewhere unseen. Stop worrying. I promise you, no one saw me. But, I’m here because I need your help.”
She shifts on the couch uncomfortably. “What the hell could I help with?”
“I need you to come to dinner with me,” I say with a smile.
“Sure, let me go get dressed. Should I just put a fucking black dress on so I’m already dressed for the funeral or what?” she asks, pushing my arm away.
“Stop acting like I’m going to put you in the firing line.” I move closer and grab her face in my hands to make her look at me. “I’d take the bullet.”