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“I had to account for Caine, Cy, and Ridge’s whereabouts last week. Oz called in a late job, there was no way around it. It obviously threw up red flags when Noelle showed up with them at the same time. Oz asked about it yesterday.” Nash gripped his hips and sighed. “I couldn’t have kept it between us.”
Ah, fuck! It seemed Rogue’s question was valid, and Trey had gotten it wrong. This wasn’t about the deal. It was about him, and more specifically, Dahlia.
“How much does he know?”
Nash sighed, veering his gaze across the room. “Everything.”
Trey balled his hands and ground his teeth. This was a problem. Without any time to mentally prepare, Oz would have the upper hand on this conversation. Unfortunately, there was no way out of it.
Trey walked in Oz’s office with Nash following close behind. It was unusual for Nash to be at a meeting between the three of them. Rogue took notice also and raised his brows just as Trey sat in the chair across from Oz.
“Oh, we got everyone at this meeting, huh?” Rogue laughed. “So, what the fuck is this about? Or should I ask Nash? Is he running shit now?”
Oz completely ignored Rogue’s taunting, lifted his glass, and took a slow sip of his whiskey. He set the glass on the table, eyeing Trey.
“Dahlia. Carter.”
Trey drew in a breath. “She’s an employee.”
The corner of Oz’s mouth curled. “Taking extreme measures to protect your employees, Trey.”
He knew better than to shift his gaze from anywhere other than Oz.
“How long has she worked for you?” Oz asked.
“A couple weeks.”
Oz nodded, smiling. “And before that?”
Trey knew Oz better than most aside from Rogue, and possibly Sal. This was a set up. Oz wasn’t looking for answers. He was seeing if Trey would be honest. It was a fruitless effort. Trey was always honest with these men. But he wouldn’t offer up more information than absolutely necessary.
“Bartended at Ghosttown East, and spent some time at Satan’s in Blacksburg.”
“Bartending. Interesting. I wasn’t aware Gunner hired staff. In fact, I know they don’t. Though they do have a variety of women offering their services for free. Bartender isn’t the official title.” Oz paused, darkening his gaze. “Nash, enlighten us.”
Trey kept his eyes on Oz but noticed Nash hesitate in answering.
“Nash,” Oz said, leaving no room to argue. It was as if he was giving a direct order.
“Club whore, sir.”
Oz smirked. “That’s right. Club. Whore.”
Trey shared a look with Rogue, who seemed unhinged by the term. Ironic since he’d used it on her a few weeks back. However, Rogue was more in tune with Dahlia and who she was to Trey at this point. The derogatory slur only amplified Rogue’s fury.
“Is there a fucking point to this questioning?” Rogue said, glaring at Oz.
Oz didn’t even acknowledge Rogue and kept his eyes trained on Trey. Oz smirked and raised his brows in challenge. He was waiting on Trey to deny her title. He couldn’t, and he wouldn’t. He also wouldn’t indulge and give Oz more. Not yet.
“There was an incident. It’s been taken care of.”
“An incident?”
“Yes.”
Oz took a deep drag from his cigar, eyeing Trey.
“Is that all she is? Just an incident?”
