Proper introduction
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“Grave should be the target,” I said to Kane on the phone.
After the saga with Killian this morning, I decided to send an update about the mission. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Grave is the top dog, and Killian is barely keeping up, despite being the heir.
Pathetic.
“I am not surprised. Killian is spineless; he doesn't deserve a weapon like you. Get close to Grave, sink your claws in him, and drain him. I don't care if you have to f**k him.” Kane grumbled, the fire and hatred in his voice so evident. He has always been on edge whenever Grave is involved.
I shivered a little at the thought of f*****g Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible.
“I am not f*****g him, Kane; I am anything but a f*****g slut,” I snarled, wishing he was here in person so he could see how disgusted I am by the mere thought of it… supposedly.
“I thought you had a heart, child. Don't you want to avenge your mother's, my wife's, death? I trained you better than this, Cross.” Kane snarled; I could literally feel the anger through the phone. Like it was supposed to scare me.
“Now you’ve done pissed me off. Don’t you ever bring up my mother again, Kane. You know I am doing all…… Beep beep.
This motherfucker.
I stared at the phone like it stole from me; he actually hung up on me. I was livid. Turning around, I saw Killian lying on the bed, sleeping, like the failure he is. After the scene this morning, I knew I made a mistake marrying him. I scoffed. Why did I marry him again? He is of no use.
I needed a new strategy for getting close to Grave. Now Grave is a man's man, all macho like every MC leader, but still he is different in a way. Of course I know he knows I am playing a game, but how do I make him play by my rules? He is smart—too smart even to fall for this facade I have going on.
Knock knock.
Who could it possibly be? Grave was out, and he is the only one I know in this big-ass house.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” I said immediately. I opened the door; a lady was standing there, and from her clothes, she's a biker too.
“Oh, Grave was right, you are feisty,” she chuckled, leaning on the door, chewing gum recklessly. I honestly would have been intrigued by her, but right now, I am not in the mood. So I did what a sane person would do and tried slamming the door on her face, but she used her boots to wedge it.
“Hey, hey, relax, would you? “Damn,” she smirked, obviously not bothered, and it ticked me off. “Grave wants you to come down to the club to make a proper introduction,” she said, still chewing that annoying gum of hers.
Interesting. Making an introduction? That's out of the blue. I mean, I expected it because it's tradition to introduce the next heir’s old lady, but still, what is he up to? Guess there's only one way to find out.
“What's your name?” I asked the annoying lady.
“Storm. “Don’t you forget,” she replied, still smirking. I rolled my eyes. Storm my ass.
I turned to check on my husband. Still sleeping. I shook my head, then turned to Storm. “Let's go.”
The clubhouse was buzzing with excitement and metal music when we arrived. Typical clubhouse. Brothers drinking and playing poker, some getting their groove on with strippers and others playing cards. Storm led the way, greeting some people we passed by. Seems like she's popular. Oh, I didn't forget the looks I received. Guess they haven't forgotten whose daughter I am.
“Ignore them,” Storm said, climbing upstairs, and I followed her.
“Don't have to tell me twice. But I am surprised; you don't seem angry, nor are you giving me the cold shoulder. I am intrigued. Don't you think I am a spy or that your leader is a traitor? I asked Storm.
She laughed, then waved at the guy at the bar and then stopped walking and turned to look at me. “Grave is my leader and mentor; if he allowed his son to marry you, then I trust he knows what he is doing. “Besides, it has stopped the war, well, at least for now,” she said, turning back and continuing the journey.
I like her. I thought as I continued to follow her. Finally she stopped at the last room on the floor, and then she knocked
“Remember, ignore them,” she said, looking at me. Then the door opened. A tall, tattooed, lean guy with green eyes stood in front of us, with a beer in hand. “Hey spider,” Storm greeted, shoving past him. The guy, Spider, looked at me, and then his eyes went wide. I smiled, waved, and then followed Storm, stepping into the room.
The room was a little darker and quieter than downstairs, with a few people also. I looked around, surveying my environment; that's the first rule of survival. Always look for an exit. Found one. Then my eyes finally landed on
the people in the room, a few brothers, sluts, and finally they landed on him.
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