My eyes fall on Eve, who is nervously chewing on her thumbnail and staring at the table, probably dreading the answer I have to give.
“Glad that’s settled,” Axle says with a smirk, even though I haven’t answered. “Give us a name, P. It’s not going to be easy starting a new club in the limits of an existing club we’ve all just gone up against. So make it a badass name.”
Eve looks over at me, then over to Axle. “The Reapers,” she says quietly.
I snort, but everyone else slowly has a grin crawling up. I’m fairly positive that my girl from the burbs just tried to name our club. “It’ll go with your Death Dealer reaper tats that you already have, and it’ll piss off the Death Dealers when you turn it into your logo instead, only better. Like the reaper tattoo on Drex’s back,” Eve goes on. “It’s better than the DD logo. And it suits all of you.”
“We’ll talk about it more later. I need a drink and something to eat before we head over to have that chat with our next client.”
“You’re leaving?” Eve asks, grimacing when her voice cracks.
Did I seriously forget to tell her? I’m an ass.
“Yeah. We were supposed to have a big order we were going to start this week, but we need to make sure the Hemmers Family still want to do business with us, considering the circumstances. Best to do these things in person. It makes it harder for them to change their minds.”
I brush my lips over hers and pull her to me as some of the others start to exit.
“Don’t worry, Eve. Dash will be here, along with numerous others. This place is locked down tight right now. Stay in the room until I get back, though.”
She sighs but nods like she understands. She’s going to lose every ounce of tan if I continue to keep her locked up in here like I want to. Not to mention go bat-shit crazy with cabin fever or some shit.
“After we get some things sorted, you and me are getting away for a weekend.”
“Just the two of us?” she asks, grinning up at me.
“Yeah. Just the two of us.”
Her smile grows and she stands on her tiptoes before tugging at the front of my shirt. I bend over again, kissing her until her tongue starts to drive me crazy. Reluctantly, I pull back, adjust my hard cock in front of her, and then start leading her out again.
The last thing I want to do right now is leave her behind, but I sure as fuck can’t take her where I’m going.
“Dash,” I call as Eve heads up the stairs to my room. He jogs over, and as soon as he reaches me, I glance back as Eve ducks inside the room and shuts the door behind her.
“What’s up?”
I turn back to face him, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in my stomach. It’s paranoia. I know it is, but it’s still nagging me.
“Call me if anything seems even a little bit off.”
“Yeah. Sure. I’ll be right down here though. We’re going to play a game of poker and maybe call some girls over.”
I dig my phone out as it buzzes, rolling my eyes when I see it’s a message from Rush telling me to hurry the hell up.
“Is Drake here?” I ask Dash.
“Nah. He’s back at work with a few armed guards. He wasn’t ever the real target, and his arms aren’t broken, so he wanted to get back to work.”
I nod, feeling that knot of unease double in size with every passing second. “Seriously, call me if anything seems out of place.”
Dash shrugs before nodding. “Nothing’s going down, D. Your girl can’t be touched, and I’m sure you’re not letting her out when you’re not here. Go. We got this. Hurry back so you can stop worrying.”
I glance back one last time, and start to head up to check on her, even though it just sounds fucking ridiculous to even think about. My phone buzzing again prompts me to head out instead, but I can’t handle the feeling of dread crawling over me.
Instead of thinking about it, I dial her like I’m not right downstairs on my way toward the garage.
“Miss me already?” she asks softly, causing me to smile despite the bad feeling that won’t ebb.
“Yeah. Just wanted to remind you to stay locked up. I shouldn’t be too long. If I am, I’ll have Dash send up some food.”
“That sounds good,” she says slowly.
“You okay?” I ask, pausing and looking back at the door.
“Of course. Just tired. Long day. I may take a nap.”
I turn and duck into the garage, flipping Rush off as he revs his engine, making hearing her a little harder.
“I wish I could take that nap with you. Call me if you need me.”