CHAPTER 58.
A CLOSED SPACE.
~ASHLEY POINT OF VIEW~
“So you lied?”
“Technically, no.” His grin widens. “Realistically… yes.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means the whole club thinks I take care of the ranch files, but the prospect—Zobell…... .does it for me. I don't know s**t about those files.”
“So, princess… kick rocks and go meet Zobell,” he adds, and my gaze sharpens toward him.
My hands curl into fists at my sides. I fight the urge not to lunge at him and beat the s**t out of him right here.
He deceived me, and damn it, I stupidly fell for it. I want to slap him so bad or even kick him, but honestly, there’s no time for that. My time is ticking.
“Fine,” I mutter. “If you’re useless, I’ll figure it out myself.”
I watch his smirk fade, but I don’t wait for another
