Creed’s Honor by Simone Nicholls
Silence fell on the table. When Hades wanted something, he wouldn’t stop till he had it. The territory at the valley was nothing different. He wanted it because it would provide us with a more direct route to the docks. However, patching over a club that didn’t want it was going to mean a takeover.
He already had my vote, and no one at the table had protested it. A few questions but we all agreed with Hades—it was the right move for the club. So with a full table backing the decision, Hades closed the meeting.
“Party tonight, boys. You know the drill. Best behaviour while family and friends are present,” Hades said as he stood up.
“Is that your way of saying we can’t say happy birthday, old man?” Kobra called it out. Not an uncommon fact that Hades hated his birthday.
“If one fucker dares mention those two words together,” Hades muttered while walking out, causing us boys to laugh. Because while us boys knew better than to wish Hades a happy birthday, the same couldn’t be said for family members of the club.
Getting up, I pulled my phone out and saw not one notification. I couldn’t stop the annoyance flickering through me as I put my phone back on loud—even though I usually only had it on vibrate. She hadn’t messaged, and she hadn’t called since it happened. Had I completely fucked it up? Her and I? Had I fucked it up? That question hadn’t stopped going through my head.
I missed her, and that was really getting under my skin. All because it was coming from a guy who never missed one fucker. But there was no question that she was different.
The boys went to the bar. The family of the club was getting ready for tonight. Zara, Holly’s mum, was helping the club girls. I did notice Hades was quick to pull her into the kitchen, though. No sane person would go in there if they didn’t want to be shot. Swear I even saw the man unzipping his jeans before the door closed.
Kobra whacked my shoulder, and I nearly fucking jumped. “Creed, ya seen my sister lately?” he asked.
“No, why?” I looked at Kobra. He had a frown on his face.
“She and Ivy have been keeping a low profile.”
He got called away before I could question him more on it, which fucking made my blood boil. Storming out through the clubhouse door, I pulled my phone out. Fuck it, I was calling her. Something was wrong. Kobra would normally never ask me shit. As I walked, I unlocked the garage. I couldn’t lie and say I was actually looking forward to Hades’s birthday party. And I was the first to call myself a pussy for that.
But the real reason I was a pussy? Because I didn’t call her.