Cassie by deMora MariaLisa

Author:deMora, MariaLisa [deMora, MariaLisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MLK Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-10-29T05:00:00+00:00

Rebels forever

Hoss

Nothing good comes of 2:00 a.m. phone calls. Hoss grabbed the device and silenced it. He slipped into his pants as he accepted the call, tucking his dick away with one hand while already walking down the hall. Once he determined he was far enough from Cassie to keep from waking her, he answered the caller. “Yeah?” Unlike some members, he didn’t add anything about how important the call needed to be. He’d seen the caller ID before the screen changed, and he knew Myron wouldn’t be dialing his number unless it was needed.

“You remember Lalo?” Brusque and cutting, Myron’s voice filled his ear.

Hoss stopped short and stilled about three stairsteps from the bottom. Whatever this was would need his full attention.

“Yeah.” The word was expelled from him as with a blow. “Fuck yeah. Who doesn’t remember that crazy asshole?” A chill swept over him. “Why?” If Lalo was the reason Myron had picked up the phone in the middle of the night, it would be more a ghost story than anything else. “He’s fuckin’ dead, Myron. Took a good man with him.” The death of Lalo had cost them Watcher, an irreplaceable brother to every man he knew. It had also kicked off the bloodiest years of the Rebel Wayfarers history, even counting how the club had been founded in red.

“I got a wake-up call. A real blast from the past.” Myron probably didn’t understand how frustrating his cryptic response was. Then he proved Hoss wrong. It wasn’t cryptic; it was a statement of fact. “Estavez called. Not his second, not his SAA. Estavez.” They hadn’t heard directly from Raul for a long time. Rumors had circulated that he’d been sick, and most of the men who were the same age didn’t want to talk about what it might be. Medicine might have made advancements in the treatment of many things, but the big C was still a killer and something to be feared. “He wants a vidcall, Hoss. With you, and Mason.”

“What about? Did he say?” Hoss finished descending the stairs and walked to stand in Cassie’s kitchen, hips angled to lean against the countertop, back to the window that looked out on her garage. The stairs creaked quietly and he shifted to face the darkness within her house, unsure if it was her following him or just the wood resetting into place following his passage. “When and where do you want me, Myron?” Hoss needed to wrap this call up quickly, just in case. Club business was club only, no matter the trustworthiness of the member’s old lady. His brain quieted for a moment at that, stunned. Huh. Old lady. “You don’t know yet, just shoot me a text when you do.”

“No idea on the topic, but he was one pissed off papa bear, so I’m assuming it’s either Mela or Bella.” There was no humor in Myron’s tone, and Hoss knew why. After Watcher died, Raul Estavez had stepped up and pledged safety and protection to the girl his true daughter loved like a sister.

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