“Hey,” Kendra yelled from the top of the stairs. “I stood up for you. Don’t go messing up my toy.”
Kendra and I laughed as Roark sighed and threw his hands in the air. As the laughter died, Roark pointed up at his mate.
“You go back to bed while I catch up with this one, okay?” His gaze softened as she yawned. “You need your rest.”
Something moved between the couple and I felt as if I was spying on something special. Turning away I walked to the kitchen, my hand rubbing at my breast the entire walk down the hall.
This time of night, I’d expected the room to be empty. Usually my brothers, in the club, were off getting pussy at this time of night. However, I walked in to find several of the enforcers and Haught perched on the stools at the island. Lucky for them, they remained silent while I went to the fridge and pulled out sandwich fixings.
Before I could even set it on the counter, Roark entered the room with a barked, “Spill,” before he settled onto the last empty stool.
“One of you better move by the time I finish fixing this sandwich,” I demanded. Immediately shuffling of bodies could be heard as I turned my back on them.
Throwing a bunch of meat and a couple of slices of cheese between two pieces of bread. I forgoed the rest of the stuff on the counter and turned around to find a seat next to Roark now empty. Sitting down I stuffed my food into my mouth.
Roark made an exasperated sound but turned to the guys.
“Fill me in on what we need,” he demanded.
“Two more shipments were confiscated by the police. Someone is tipping them off,” Crimson reported.
“Two? What the fuck is happening out there?” Roark demanded.
“Prez, you told us not to tussle with the cops,” Preacher reminded him calmly.
I drifted off into my own thoughts as the guys threw thoughts back and forth. Was Chance still in town? Would he understand why I ran? Would he give me a chance to explain? He better fucking give me a chance, I thought as I snarled at the thought of him lying to me. What a fucking way to start a life together.
“Do you have something to share with us, Banshee?” Roark asked as he turned a pissed off glare in my direction.
I immediately felt the pressure of his alpha hold over those of us in the club as he dared me to disrespect him.
“Sorry,” I replied as I dropped my eyes.
Roark leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m still waiting on your explanation, Banshee. I shouldn’t have to wonder where my VP is. Whether she’s dead or alive. Especially, when my fucking business is being frozen in place,” he snarled.
“Not now.” I rolled my eyes toward the rest of the guys.
“Yes, now,” Roark demanded.
I could feel every eye in the room on me as Roark straightened in his seat and braced his arms – one on the back of my chair and the other on the counter of the island.
“I have a mate,” I whispered as softly as I could.
“Right… the ice queen has a mate,” Crimson chuckled.
Roark turned a pissed off look in the enforcer’s direction. “Crimson, you and I are going to have a talk. I’m sick of your attitude, you’re a fucking mess, plus you fucking stink.”
Several chuckles filled the room until Roark turned his gaze in their direction.
My eyes were closed as I waited for the next question.
“Since when, Banshee?” Roark spoke softly and I could feel him looking me over.
“It’s why I left,” I rasped.
“I don’t see a mate marking," Roark pushed and his tone pissed me off. I didn’t need his compassion or his attitude.
“I have it and that’s all you need to know.” No way was I going to open my shirt and show him my tit.
“I’m the fucking president of this club and I will tell you what I need to know,” Roark snapped and stared at me. “Where?” he finally snarled.
Exasperated, I sighed and fluttered my hand around my breast.
“Banshee,” Roark growled.
Pissed and tired as hell, I pointed my finger directly at my nipple. “There. Good?”
“Um… yeah.” The brothers were smothering their laughter, I could hear it as I opened my eyes and caught the pink tinge just before it faded from Roark’s face.
“Good,” I snapped. “Because I wasn’t going to whip it out for you.”
“Um…” Haught's voice trembled as he broke mine and Roark’s stare down.
I could tell that Roark wanted to demand more from me but, thankfully he kept his questions to himself and turned to our treasurer and IT expert. Roark nodded and Haught sighed in relief.
“Earlier we discussed the need to discover the leak. I’ve got an address and now that Banshee is back…”
“Now that Banshee is back what?” I looked up at Roark.
“I need you to do your thing and find the leak,” Roark replied.
323
Dorain
It had been two days since I had seen Koroleva. I had gone to the strip club, but there was no sign of her there either. In fact, the Dark Leopards, a local MC, seemed to be looking for her as well. When I had first caught wind of them looking for her, I had panicked. However, it turned out, Koroleva was the vice president of the MC and went by the name Banshee.
A group of thugs in black SUVs kept hanging around in the club’s parking lot. They didn’t mention Koroleva’s – Banshee’s – name but they did keep mentioning she and her. I had put two-and-two together that the thugs were looking for her.
The sheriff had done a few drive-bys over the past two days, too. Trouble was stirring and I didn’t like the feeling I had. The sooner I found Koroleva the better.
“Where are you, Koroleva?” I grumbled as I walked down the street away
