Page 36 of Spook’s Honor

SPOOK

I’m not sure what Honor and Angel said to each other that night after the family dinner when we got everyone up to speed on Mulally, but whatever it was, it brought them closer. Axle and I were damn happy to see it.

We’d been schooled that night; a sharp reminder that sometimes we forgot just how strong women could be. I should’ve known better. Over the years, I’d worked alongside several women on operations, and I wouldn’t have hesitated to have any of them at my back. Hell, I was mentoring one of the most kick-ass women to boot.

Yeah, I should have known better.

“VP.” I look up from the contract I’m reviewing when Muppet knocks on my door. I’ve been using my office at the clubhouse more than the one at Hit It since Honor agreed to be my Ol’ Lady. I preferred being nearer to her and our boys rather than twenty minutes away.

“Prospect.”

“Pres wants you in his office.”

Surprised at the request, I check my phone, but there’s no message. Usually, Maverick would have sent me one.

“Thanks Muppet,” I say standing. Leaving my office, I secure it behind me before walking the short distance to Maverick’s office two doors down. Walking in I close the door behind me.

He’s on the phone. From the concerned look on his face, it’s not good news. My gut tightens, as I take a seat in one of his comfortable as fuck visitor chairs that hug your ass.

Leaning back, I lift one leg resting my ankle on the knee of the other, as I tune into his conversation.

My eyebrows rise when I realise he’s talking to Banshee from the Grave Prowlers MC.

“Fuck Banshee, yeah okay, we’ll be there.”

He’s silent as he listens to whatever Banshee is saying. The frown he was wearing when I walked in deepens and his eyes harden.

“Yeah, I’ll be bringing Spook and Carnage with me. You’ll let the Queens Wraiths know?”

The tension in his face eases at whatever Banshee’s reply is. “Good. Yeah man, we'll see you in two days.” Maverick ends the call, tossing his phone on his desk with a heavy sigh.

“What’s going on, Mav?”

His eyes flick to me, and I can see the indecision in them, but we’ve never kept anything from each other. “That was Banshee, he’s calling a meeting. He wants both of us there.”

“He say why?”

Mav shakes his head, closes his eyes, and chews on his lip. He’s thinking. I wait him out.

When he opens them and looks at me, I see concern. Something is not sitting right with him.

“He’s got Glacier and Maestro coming in for the meeting too. Whatever he wants to tell us it’s big enough that he wants us there in person. Can’t say I’m thrilled to have all of us in the same place at once. Be a good way to take us out.”

He’s not wrong to be worried, but somehow, I can’t see Banshee doing something like that.

“I’ll have one of my units on standby. They can follow us. I don’t think Banshee’s the type, but then we don’t know him that well, so we’ll take precautions. You going to call Glacier or Maestro?”

Maverick shakes his head. “Nah, I’m sure if they’re worried, they’ll call, and so far, I’ve not heard from either of them. Rowena going to be part of the unit?”

I nod, “Yeah, I’m transitioning her to being a team lead.”

Maverick looks surprised. “Is she ready for that?”

Shrugging I reply, “We’ll see. If she can get a handle on her temper, then she’ll be good.”

We leave it at that. Maverick doesn’t get involved in Hit It unless I need him to. That’s entirely my domain.

“Everything good with you and Honor?”