Page 50 of Hell on an Angel
Cree, Kennedy, and Eros made it to the clubhouse to find the parking lot empty. Not a bike was in sight as they backed into spots in front of the building. Shutting down the bikes, both men looked around as sleet started falling lightly over the lot.
“Let’s get unpacked and inside before we end up drenched,” Cree told Kennedy as he climbed off the bike. Helping her off, he made sure she was good before unlocking the saddle bags. Pulling out both their bags, he slung them over his shoulder.
Draping his free arm over her shoulders, he led her inside the clubhouse, followed by Eros. When they entered the building, they found it dead quiet and as empty as the parking lot was. “Where the hell is everyone tonight?”
“Brother, it’s well after midnight.”
Cree looked at Eros like he had two heads. “No, something’s going on.” Dropping the bags, he once again pulled out his phone and hit Player up. Surely, he would be there to await his sister’s arrival, unless something had happened.
Cree: Hey, brother, we made it to the clubhouse. Do you know where everyone is?
Player: Shit, we had a situation that needed to be handled and were caught out in this storm.
Cree: Is there a couple spare rooms where we can crash?
Player: Find Zoe. Her room is the second one down the side hallway. Tell Kennedy I’ll see her tomorrow for Christmas. And thank you for getting her here safely.
Cree: No problem. We’ll see everyone tomorrow.
Player: Yep
Shoving his phone away, he winked at Kennedy. “The chapter got called out. Now, they’re stuck waiting out the storm. Player said he’ll see you tomorrow for Christmas.” He knew Kennedy was disappointed despite the smile she gave him. At least he got her there before the holidays had passed them by.
“Stay here with Eros. I’m gonna find Zoe.”
Cree made his way to the hall where the club girls’ rooms were and knocked on the second door. He knew who Zoe was, knew how she worked. When she answered the door, he saw the shocked look on her face. Yeah, it had been a few years since she’d seen him. “Hey, lady.”
Zoe adjusted her silk robe, making sure she didn’t cover everything. She’d been popular with the brothers before Teller came to the chapter. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she let her eyes scan over his body. “Cree. What are you doing here, handsome?”
“I need a room. A couple rooms.”
“Give me a second to grab my slippers.” Zoe stepped back inside her room and slipped on a pair of little fur-covered, heeled slippers. Stepping back into the hallway, she made sure to brush against Cree before he could move back.
Cree sighed at Zoe’s flirting. She was about to be disappointed, unless she wanted to ride Eros. The only sound in the hall was the clicking of Zoe’s heels on the stained concrete floor.
When they entered the main room, he almost ran over Zoe when she stopped short. Moving around her, Cree headed over to Kennedy.
“Zoe, this is my ol’ lady. Kennedy Daily, this is Zoe . . .” He wasn’t sure what her title was now.
“Don’t worry, I’m locked down with Teller these days.” Zoe used her words carefully. She didn’t see the issue with eluding that she was Teller’s woman, even if it wasn’t one hundred percent true.
He watched Zoe run a hand over her robe, causing it to open more, revealing more of her breasts than she should have. “What rooms are available?”
“Come on. Most of the spare rooms are made up.”
They followed Zoe across the room and down a second hallway. When she pointed to two open doors, telling them they could use those rooms, Cree and Eros thanked her. Kennedy didn’t give the girl the time of day. She knew all about needy women, and Zoe was overly needy for attention from handsome men.
“Are you guys hungry? I can make you something to eat.”
Cree found her actions a little suspicious but shrugged them off. “Is that part of being locked down with Teller, Zoe?”
“No, silly,” Zoe cooed at Cree, running a hand down his arm.
Kennedy moved toward the woman, over her flirting with her man. Cree pulled her back, tucking her to his side.
“Your ol’ lady isn’t one of us, is she, Cree?”
“Zoe.”
