Page 89 of Conquering Oz

Oz pointed to the phone, and Nash mouthed, “Trey and Rogue just arrived.”

It wasn’t the best timing, but Oz couldn’t delay the meeting. He was the one who’d insisted on it. Oz held up a finger, and Nash gave a sharp nod, exiting the room.

“I have a meeting. I’ll see you at the house after ten.” Oz wasn’t asking. He’d allowed her space given the circumstances, but he’d gone too long without seeing her.

“I’m opening tomorrow.”

Oz ground his teeth. “Elodie.”

“Tomorrow, I promise,” she blurted. “I’m only working until one, so I’ll come by the club. I have a little surprise for you.”

Oz stilled. “I don’t do surprises.”

“Unfortunately for you, I do.” She snickered. “See you tomorrow.”

Elodie hung up, and he tossed his phone on the desk. He stood and walked to the door. Rogue and Trey were at the opposite end of the hallway. When Trey glanced over, Oz waved him to the office.

The meeting with Sal exposing the truth, was something that had to be addressed. All signs were pointing to Elodienot knowing the connection between him and Sal. But it was only a matter of time before she found out. The Situation was complicated. He would never turn his back on Sal. But he wasn’t willing to give up Elodie. He’d find a middle ground.

Rogue walked in and made a beeline for the bar in the corner. Trey followed but veered toward the couch and dipped his chin in greeting. Oz took his seat in the chair across from the couch. When Rogue sat, Oz lit a cigar.

“So? What the fuck is going on? And if you even mention Killcreek, I’m gonna lose my shit and leave! We’ve done everything they fucking asked, so fuck them!”

Oz had come to a monetary agreement with Ace. They’d be compensated for use of land in their territory. It was a fair deal, and everyone was in agreement. Except Rogue.

“Those degenerate motherfuckers don’t deserve anything. It’s our fucking state!”

Enough.

Oz held up his hand. “This isn’t about Killcreek.”

Rogue simmered down, though he was still heated. The MC was a trigger for his brother, and that would never cease.

“But while we’re on the subject of the poker house,” Trey said. “We’ve got the construction crew pulling double time, and it should be ready in the next month or two. Rogue and I will be taking a ride up in two weeks. I’d like you to join us.”

Oz gave a nod and ignored Rogue’s blatant eye roll. Trey knew the business and that it was better to have a few eyes on the project. One person couldn’t foresee problems or catch all the mistakes. Rogue’s outlook was different, leaning on the side of territorial.

“Alright, so why the fuck are we here, Oz?”

Oz glanced between Rogue and Trey.

“Elodie.”

Rogue furrowed his brows. “What about her? New development?”

It would be new for them.

“About a month ago, she came to the club with a few friends celebrating her birthday.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell us?” Rogue asked.

“Because there was nothing to tell. We’d done a full background check on her. No red flags or connection to Sal at the time.”

“You think it was just coincidence?” Trey shifted to the edge of the couch.

“I wasn’t convinced at first, so I did some investigating of my own. Spent some time with her.”

Trey cocked his head. “What do you mean, ‘spent some time with her?’”

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