Devil POV
Cross refused to give me more than one or two-word updates. Things like “extracted” and “two days out.” While I didn’t need a damn book, I’d have appreciated more information than that.
As it stood, I was winging it.
It had taken me about five minutes of trying to clean up my room in the clubhouse to realize it was pointless. Unless Cross’s witness enjoyed sleeping beside spare ammunition and motorcycle parts, it wasn’t happening. I couldn’t have her staying there with me for an undetermined length of time. We’d be tripping over each other, considering Prez had made her my responsibility and pulled one of the other enforcers in to cover the jobs I normally would.
And that still irked.
I mean, I got it. He needed me to be focused on the problem I’d introduced, and he had
