Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,70
by the gentle caress of some fingers on my belly had me blinking, waking up to the fact that I was choking Nyx, and that Ghost was stroking me while crooning into my ear like I was a baby in need of a lullaby.
Although, granted, with her voice, God, she could command anyone to do anything she asked of them. I’d never heard a voice like it. I might stop taking the Valium on the worst nights and just have her lull me to sleep. The combination of that ghostly whisper and her ability to carry a tune was close to angelic—as much of an angel I’d ever get to meet with all my sins darkening my soul, at any rate.
Shaking off the shadows of the past, the screams that littered my ears, the memories that were more turbulent than a tsunami roiling around my head, I focused on Nyx as he shook off my grip and asked, “Haven’t I told you fuckers not to disturb me while I sleep?”
If I sounded like I’d been chewing on nails, well, so be it.
“It’s urgent,” he rumbled, his voice deeper too, thanks to my squeezing on his throat like he was a ripe orange in need of juicing.
“It always is with you bastards.” With one hand, I patted Ghost’s thigh, and the other I used to wipe at my eyes.
“Ghost, I need some privacy—”
“No. She stays,” I barked, my hand tightening about her leg. Not to the point of pain, but in warning. I didn’t want her to leave, not so Nyx could bring club business to me.
Nyx heaved a sigh. “Just a few minutes’ privacy, Maverick. For fuck’s sake. Please?”
I grunted, but directed at Ghost, “You need the bathroom, sweetheart?”
She hummed and scampered off the bed, barely jolting the mattress as she did so.
“Lives up to her name, doesn’t she?” Nyx asked, watching her until the door closed behind her before he perched on the side of my mattress. “Almost as bad as Cruz the way they whisper around the place."
I grunted. “Yeah.”
“Didn’t think she was sleeping in here with you.”
“Well, you know what thought did, don’t you?” I snapped, then with annoyance, I spouted, “If you tell anyone, I’ll gut you like a fish.”
He snorted. “Like I’m going to talk smack about your woman. I’m just surprised is all. I’ll tell Giulia because it will give her comfort to know you’re there for Ghost. You know the women have a soft spot for her.”
That was because Ghost was pretty fucking lovable.
Tatána and Amara were nice enough, but Ghost was easier to connect with because her English was close to perfect.
“What do you want?”
“I need to know if you have some kind of device on hand that’ll sweep for bugs and monitoring devices.”
Scowling at him, I queried, “Why would you ask that?”
His jaw worked. “I need to use one. And I think you might need to sweep the clubhouse.”
“I have the equipment, and I run sweeps every week.”
“Trust me, it might be wise to scan the clubhouse now.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Where’s this coming from?”
“This isn’t council business,” he rasped, but I could see he wanted to share.
“Brother, I ain’t going to tell anyone shit.”
“Good,” he ground out, “I don’t even need Rex to know this yet. I wouldn’t have involved you if it weren’t for needing your help. Indy… well, she killed her assistant.”
Thoughts flashed through my brain like it was a lightning fast processor. “David? That guy who works with her? The creep?”
“Him,” he confirmed, his mouth tightening.
“She killed him?” I repeated, confusion lacing the word. His nod gave no answers, save for a confirmation—it looked like he was just as confused as I was. “Why the fuck did she do that? Didn’t David come with her from Nawlins?”
“He did. Cruz—” His jaw hardened. “Cruz went to visit her and found David there on the ground.”
“Cruz and Indy?” I asked, brows surging in surprise because Indy’s distaste for Sinners was renowned.
“Apparently,” he grated out. “He’s going to clear up the body, but from what she told him, David’s managed to get eyes and ears around the clubhouse.”
“Impossible,” I grumbled.
“Not impossible,” he countered. “According to Cruz, the fucker followed us to the city. Took pictures of him with his mother.”
“Jesus,” I hissed.
“Yeah, you see my problem.” His mouth tightened. “We have a rat in our midst, because I haven’t seen David around this place, and I’m pretty fucking sure you haven’t, or if you had, you’d have told