Page 23 of Drift
“So this is about club security?” he drawled, calling me on my bullshit.
“Yes.”
“Sure.” He grabbed the empty chair across from me, spun it around, and straddled it backward. “And I only check the cameras at my place because I’m worried Callie might fall asleep watching Netflix.”
I gave him a look. “You done?”
“Not even close.” He nodded toward the monitor, his eyes skimming each feed, then he froze. “Is that…Alanna Bishop’s apartment, Drift?”
My silence told him everything.
“Fuck, brother,” he breathed. “Fucking stupid is right.”
I glared. “Not like it's a choice, Edge. You wanna tell me you coulda walked away from Callie?”
His mouth tightened, and his green eyes flared with fire. “Not a fucking chance in hell.”
“Exactly.”
We stared for a few moments, both of us sizing up the situation.
Finally, Edge sighed. “You check the guy yet?”
I almost asked, “What guy?” but caught myself because it would just be going round in circles, each one making me look like an even bigger idiot.
“Yeah. Clean record. Boring.”
Edge hummed low in his throat, thoughtful. “Those are the ones that bother me. Ones who don’t squeak when you twist.”
“My gut says something’s off.”
“When has your gut ever been wrong?”
I didn’t answer. We both knew the truth. It never missed.
Edge’s smile faded a little. “Then follow it. Dig deeper. And keep a close fucking eye on her.”
“Already am.”
“Figured.” He smirked. “You got that look.”
My eyes narrowed. “What look?”
“One that says if anyone breathes wrong near her, you’ll bury them under the track.”
“Fair,” I grunted, not bothering to deny it.
Edge leaned forward, forearms resting on the chair back. “You’re walking a thin line, brother. She’s not just any girl. She’s Jax’s family. His blood. You’re gonna have to bring him in if this turns out to be real.”
“I know.”
“But you won’t. Not yet.”
Again, I didn’t bother to deny it. Nor did I have to ask if he was gonna go blabbing to Jax. I knew he’d keep this shit to himself unless it was necessary. When it came to a brother’s woman, every one of us knew to stand far away from the blast area.
I looked back at the monitors. The screen showed nothing but still hallways and the steady tick of the time stamp.
Edge stood and stretched before giving me a knowing look. “When a Redline King gets attached, it’s not casual. It’s fucking permanent. Might as well stop pretending otherwise.”
