Wirth (Dirty Aces MC #5) - Lane Hart Page 0,20
was,” I tell Titus. “You’re just pissed because Maeve left with me and didn’t go upstairs with you. Get the hell over it. Just because I was getting fucked and you weren’t doesn’t make me a traitor.”
“Why didn’t she take you upstairs like usual? Picked the perfect time to vanish. Did you ask her to leave?” he remarks.
“No. Maeve wanted to go back to her place. It was right down the street. Not my fault if she’s never invited you to her bed. Then again, I wasn’t the one trying to drag her upstairs regardless of what she wanted.”
Titus growls but doesn’t get to say whatever he wanted to say when Nash holds up his hand and then chimes in.
“Hold on. Start from the beginning.” Then to me he says, “You left the bar with one of their girls?”
“Yes. Maeve. I actually gave her a ride to the bar after finding her trying to change her tire on the exit ramp.”
Shit, that reminds me that I need to get a tow truck out to get her car before the Highway Patrol moves it. With everything going on, I had forgotten all about that.
“Is she trustworthy?” Nash asks. It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted to pound in his pretty face.
“She’s fucked all of them, so they know her better than I do,” I grit out.
“Maeve’s a sweetheart,” Preston says, speaking of her fondly. “She’s loyal to the core.”
I can feel Malcolm, Nash, Silas, and Devlin watching me, waiting for my take. They’re all thinking the same thing, can we really trust the woman just because she’s a club slut?
“She showed me a hell of a good time and didn’t seem the least bit nervous or on edge,” I assure them.
“Good. Then we’ll forget about her,” Malcolm says, which is a relief. “Who else is a club girl or hang around?” he asks the guys while in my gut, something unsettling is trying to twist up my insides.
Everything happened so fast last night, especially once we got back to Maeve’s place. But I can’t forget how adamant she was about leaving the bar – first to go to the store and then to take me to her place. Was she trying to leave because she knew shit was going to go down?
I don’t hear the rest of the guys talking during the meeting as I replay every second of the night from the very beginning.
What if there was more to Maeve seducing me, insisting we leave, than I want to believe?
It’s not like I’m going to voice that shit aloud to Malcolm and the others, because there’s no telling what they would do to try and make her talk.
No, I need to have proof first before I go and point a finger at anyone, especially a woman who could be completely innocent.
I’ll just have to keep an eye on Maeve myself, get closer to her, and see what happens while I work on her car as promised.
But if she is the one responsible for telling the Irish about the Dirty Aces partying with the Knights, then I’ll have no choice but to turn her over to the club.
Fuck, I hope I’m right about her.
“Now,” Malcolm says with a slap of his palm on the table, bringing my attention back to the meeting. “Let’s talk about how the fuck we’re going to retaliate.”
The men at the table cheer while all I can think about is Maeve.
Chapter Nine
Maeve
Being alone in my apartment, isolated from the rest of the MC as the sun sets on one of the shittiest days ever really sucks. The bar is closed until further notice, and the men are all MIA. All I got was a short text from one of the other club girls telling me to avoid the bar until I’m specifically told otherwise, in case it gets hit again while the men are out of town.
When I asked about how everyone is doing, she said she didn’t know. No one knows. The Knights have cut off communication with everyone, probably because they’re worried about someone inside being a rat.
And they would be right.
But the reason I want to know how the men are doing is not to go and report back to Cormac. I’m genuinely worried about them. I never meant for this to happen, for anyone to get hurt. Cormac said they were just going to try and scare the Knights out of town, not attempt to murder them all.
Too nervous to sit still and