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“Can’t argue with you, Trey,” Ace said, settling back in his chair. “But your brother here is trying to take what’s ours. You didn’t really think I was going to let that happen, did you?”
“Then we’re fucking done here,” Rogue said.
Fuck!
Ace laughed, glancing at the members surrounding the table. For anyone else, it would be intimidating. However, the Underground held more power than the MC. Trey and Rogue were untouchable, and everyone in the room knew it. But it didn’t mean that Killcreek had to accept the deal.
Ace clasped his hands, rested his elbows on the table, and eyed Rogue. “You gotta let it go, brother.”
“I’m not your fucking brother,” Rogue snapped.
Ace smiled, shaking his head. In this situation, Trey would have sided with Ace. However, he’d never go against Rogue. ’Til he took his last breath, Trey would always have Rogue’s back. Right or wrong.
Trey geared up to play peacemaker, but Rogue obviously couldn’t hold back.
“If it wasn’t for Inez, you wouldn’t be sitting at Oz’s table. If it wasn’t for her, I doubt you’d be much of anything. Degenerate lowlife criminals, making small-time cash through muscle, theft, and violence. And let’s not forget—” Rogue purposely paused, eyeing Ace. “—on the backs of women.”
It was a reach and bit hypocritical considering how the Underground made their money. However, prostitution wasn’t an enterprise they’d ever dipped into. The room was drowned in silence with the tensions high.
Gent walked up toward the table, chewing on a toothpick, staring at Rogue with a wide grin.
“The knees, too, man.”
Trey ignored the tasteless joke, zoning in on Ace. “We’ll move Palmer’s location to Ridgemont.”
“Too close,” Cross said.
“Motherfucker, that’s like sixty fucking miles away from this shithole!” Rogue shouted.
“Yeah, still too close. A hundred miles out is acceptable.” Cross folded his arms and settled in his seat.
Killcreek knew they had them, and it was in everyone’s best interest if they wanted the deal to go through. It was pettiness on Rogue’s part that had landed them in this situation. It was Trey’s job to end it.
Trey nodded. “A hundred miles out. We can do that.”
Ace smirked, staring at Rogue, who had surprisingly remained silent.
“Then it looks like we have a deal.” Ace arched his brow. “You guys want a drink to celebrate?”
Ace’s taunting would only aggravate the situation more, which was indicated by Rogue shooting up from his seat and shouting, “Fuck you, asshole!”
Trey sighed, stood, and offered his hand to Ace and then Cross.
“We’ll be in touch.”
Rogue walked out first. It was a purposeful move. Trey didn’t trust Rogue to not turn around and fuck the deal up. They just had to make it out the door without further incident. They were as good as done when a woman walked out, stepping back to let them pass. She was tiny, dressed in rather revealing clothing, with a bright smile.
“I like your suits,” she said.
Trey had never formally met Cleo, the sister of a fallen brother, but he was aware of her staying with Killcreek. It always struck him as strange. Killcreek was notoriously known for not keeping women within the clubhouse. Cleo was the exception.
Trey glanced over. Cleo was smiling and waving her hand, gesturing toward them. “They’re very elegant. Like something you see in a movie or on the red carpet.”
“What the f—” Rogue started, but Trey refused to let him finish.
He stepped in front of Rogue, sending him a scathing glare. “Don’t! It’s a compliment. Accept it.”
Trey stepped back, eyeing the Killcreek Drifters who were watching them, but more noticeably, the young woman.
