Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) (2 page)

Creed made a noise of impatience. “Damn it, I told Fish to keep her away from the clubhouse tonight. How much has she had?”

“About five,” Kink said and then Fork said something. There was another comment but she couldn’t hear, but if they said her father’s name, then they were talking about her, she was the only daughter of Fish. Fork argued then.

“Man, we are gonna have to do something about her now, Harmony being here forced our hand, we can’t have her coming in here and partying tonight.” There was a loud cheer and she lost track for a second of what they were saying. “Some of the guys from the other clubs are gonna think she is free and clear, open for business. This fucking shit is getting out of control, man; you would think we gave her a ring or something. Harmony will not understand this shit.”

“We are going until we talked to everyone, things are going to change around here, fuck, we are going to have to talk to him again. Bitch does not know her place. Her little side project isn’t going to be in this club, man. We have too much on the line to let that shit come in here. We gave her a one time deal, fucking stay away, I figured she would back off,” Creed said. “She just keeps showing up. I know he told her too, I don’t know why she is being so thick.”

Harmony sucked in a breath; they didn’t think she belonged here? She was an annoyance? No way did she just hear that. If nothing else, her company was solid, she had done things right, even her professors said she was going to be a kickass investigator.

“Shady and the girls need to cut her loose, she will keep doing this, and coming around as long as the girls don’t say anything.”

Poke snorted. “Man, you guys are pussies. You know she is only here because she is trying to lay claim you two, be man enough to turn her down and get on with it. It’s not like you are ever gonna tap that. She will get bored with the business she has, not like it is gonna go anywhere; just tell her the truth, man. We aren’t doing her any favors by lying to her. She is not club material, and she never will be.”

Easy laughed. “Yeah, you got your sights set on some sweet ass. You had better hope Fish doesn’t kill you before you get laid, man. He isn’t going to like coming to collect her ass, shit, he was planning on talking to Harmony tomorrow.”

How dare they talk about her like that? Harmony fumed, but then her heart was crushed when she heard Creed say.

“Yeah, one of you guys get Shady over here, we need to cut her loose now, this shit is not going to fly. Too much going on, she has been taking too many things for granted, bringing her business into the club uninvited, she needs to hear now, no more. She is not club material, and she will never be club material. Besides, I am sick of fucking avoiding the floor when she is here, we had plans for tonight, had to change shit until later,” Creed laughed.

Harmony froze—they knew and had been avoiding her? How humiliating. They didn’t want her. Well that was fine. Turning on her heel, she left the party without talking to anyone. By the time she reached the small house her and her father shared on the compound grounds she had been furious and embarrassed.

As she walked in, her father had been worried about the tears that were flowing down her face. The following days she refused to go with her father when he went to the compound for meetings or picnics like she had in the past. Finally, she got it, and she wasn’t going to forget it. They didn’t want her, she was wasting no more time on Creed and Fork, they could fuck off.

Chapter One

Two years later…

“Who the fuck is buzzing the front gate?” Creed yelled into the darkness. The party had barely ended just before sunrise. Creed’s head had only hit the pillow a few seconds ago when he heard the buzz on his phone.

Fuck
, he thought and rose from the bed still clad in a pair of jeans. Not bothering to grab a shirt, he picked up the phone and looked down. Easy and Poke had the cameras to the front streamed through their phones so they could see if something was going on.

His eyes narrowed at the Prospect who was on guard duty and the tiny little woman who was arguing with him.
Not possible
, he thought. She would never have come here unless something was wrong.

“Let her in,” he ordered into his phone and the Prospect jumped and nodded. He saw the smirk cross the woman’s face as she walked onto the property.
She had a bit of a walk
, Creed mused,
and maybe the courtesy of letting her in would tame her attitude
.
Nah, he would never be so lucky.

Creed walked down the stairs, opened the front door, and waited. He looked over the mess in the common room and shrugged, she'd seen worse, he was sure. He turned as he heard the footsteps on the gravel. He took her in, from her strawberry blonde hair, tight little body, and the green eyes that were currently cutting right through him. She was beautiful.

“What the fuck?" Creed growled at the woman who stood before him with her arms crossed.

“Don’t you ‘what the fuck’ me, asshole. Your fucking bullshit war has bled over into my life. You need to fix this shit and fix it now before I shoot you myself,” the woman said.

Yep, knew I couldn't be so lucky.

“Harmony,” Creed sighed and shook his head.

“No, not going there,” the little spitfire said and walked closer to him pointing her finger. “Dad said this was going to be possible, POSSIBLE, and yet here I am because it fucking happened. You know I should never have accepted this case.”

“And yet you did.” Creed smirked.

“Because my
father
asked me to, not you. I told you a year ago, I was
not
going to be cleaning up anymore of your messes and I am not. However, for some reason dad seems to like the woman, Freedom,” Harmony barked and then her eyes narrowed. “Oh look, can’t speak to Mutt without Jeff coming along. Fork, don’t bother coming out and trying to smooth shit over. Thanks to your shit, our offices were on the receiving end of five Molotov cocktails last night. Just left the police station, they think it’s the Diablos. So I came out here to tell you that dad and I are off the case. I am not getting pulled back into this shit again just ‘cause you dipshits can’t contain your fights.”

“Creed,” Fork said with a hard tone and he put his head down. Damn it, they knew something like this could happen, but seriously, they thought they had a little bit of time to contain this shit. After what happened to Free, and then the shit going down with the Devil Savages, everything was getting fucked up.

“Harmony,” Creed tried again. “Come inside, where is Fish?”

“Since he is the DA, and he hired my firm to deal with the investigation into the Diablos, he is taking this as a threat against the office.
So
, he is making plans to keep everyone there safe, including Freedom,” Harmony said sarcastically. “But I kinda felt like I should lay the blame on where it was needed—you dipshits.”

“Well at least that hasn’t changed.” Fork laughed and shook his head.

“What?” She frowned.

“Your attitude,” Fork smiled and rocked back on his feet. “Was getting a little boring around here without your mouth, Shady will be happy to see you’re back.”

“I am not back,” she ground out.

“Oh you are back,” Creed said and bent over, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder carrying her into the clubhouse.

*****

Harmony sat with her arms folded glaring at the two men who were at their desks in the main office area of the compound. There were a lot of desks in there now, where before there had only been one, Creed’s. Harmony hadn’t been there in two years and apparently, things had changed. Of course, back then, the club had been buying up businesses right and left.

Looking around while refusing to make eye contact with the guys, she took everything in. Growing up with her father, she knew what the MC club did, and she didn’t care. One of the things she had to learn growing up, the line could be crossed, if it was for the greater good. Her father had been in the military for twenty years, they paid for his college to become a lawyer, and when he got out, he became the DA for the town. But he had always loved his bike, and when the Ops Warriors changed hands to Creed and his bunch, he became active in the club again.

Not that he hadn’t been active before, he had been when he was in the military and stationed there. But when he became the DA, Fish had drawn the line and Creed’s father, Limbo, had respected it. Her father still was a biker at heart, but of course, some of the activities the club was involved in wouldn’t look good on a resume. So, the club and her father agreed to disagree on some things. Harmony couldn’t just distance herself from the only family she knew, leaving her father to accept it grudgingly.

Fish was a single father, her mother decided the day Harmony was born she was not meant to be a mother, and she signed over her parental rights and left the hospital and her father alone with a newborn. The guys at the club had picked up the slack and been there for her father. That was how she had grown up, with some of the meanest badasses in the country. That being said, she also had grown up with a distinct impression on white, black, and grey areas of the world. She also respected that her father lived in a grey area.

When she was old enough to understand, Harmony realized her father wouldn’t turn a blind eye if one of the guys got caught doing something illegal; however, he also didn’t seek out reasons to bust them. Limbo knew this and worked his magic on the local police so he had protection. The club did things for the community and they were known for keeping the town safe. Therefore, the townspeople overlooked the club’s illegal activities.

Harmony met Creed and Fork when her dad brought her to a picnic just after he had gotten out of the military. She had fallen in love with them at first sight; of course, she had been a young teen then, with stars in her eyes. For years she followed them around, became their shadow, and they let her. Creed had grown up in the club the same as her, but she had never known him because her dad kept her away from the club until she was old enough to understand what they were about. She knew the guys who helped raise her were into motorcycles but that was about it. Once Fish brought her to a family party though, and she saw Creed and Fork, two enlisted men who were like heroes to everyone in town, Harmony had decided right then and there they were hers. It wasn’t until she was twenty, and she let her interest in the two men be known, that they had a problem.

Two men, it would usually freak most people out, but then most people didn’t grow up in a motorcycle club. She learned and was taught that love was love, you didn’t fuck around with it. Who cared if you loved one man, or two men. As long as they were loyal and understood club life, who cared? She had seen several ménage relationships and they had all been loving. So when she saw two men who without a shadow of a doubt were her dream men, she didn’t blink—she just waited.

The sad part, was that through the years she saw the women they were attracted to. It was heartbreaking but Harmony convinced her young heart they hadn't seen her yet. When she found out they actually had, and just chose to ignore her, it crushed her.

She had graduated from college with a degree in Criminal Justice, no, she had no desire to be a police officer, besides, Harmony didn’t take orders from people very well. So, her father suggested opening her own private investigation firm. She jumped on the idea and never looked back; being young and inexperienced, she hired one of the guys from the club who used to be Security Forces in the military. Monk was like a second father to her, and gave her firm credibility. At twenty-two, most people laughed when they saw she was the CEO. So Monk became the face of Hill Investigations, and the club had been their first client.

Creed and Fork had taken over from Limbo a few years previous, and she had watched them turn the club in a new direction. Her father approved of it, because certain things like running drugs were things of the past. The club was basically legitimate, all except for their guns, that was acceptable because the guns were supplied to many underground agencies that helped abused women get away from their abusers.

Harmony liked this about the club and was more than happy to help with it. However, they didn’t think she could deal with it until Monk came into the fold. Then they were all over it. Over the last few years when Harmony had refused to have anything to do with the club socially, she had still made sure she helped the agencies that needed it. This is what made her so successful so fast, because Harmony and Monk had no tolerance for abuse and they would do whatever it took to get women out of a bad situation—anything.

She had been thrilled to work with the guys, knowing that once they saw her as a grownup now, they couldn’t help but want her. She had been so wrong, and humiliated too. It had been awful, the night she had planned to give them her virginity, and her love. It had been the night of a party for some kind of announcement the next day. Harmony had dressed with care, wearing a classic little black dress she knew she looked good in.

Her father wasn’t going to the party because he was taking depositions that night so she knew she was in the clear. Everything had been set, but when she walked into the party and searched for the men who had stolen her heart, she had been devastated…

Now here she was, two years later, right where she did not want to be, back in this godforsaken compound and they were suddenly interested in her life.

Creed folded his arms over his chest and looked at Harmony, she felt like a fucking bug under a microscope. The silence in the room was nerve racking, but she knew what they were doing. Fucking Alpha men who thought they could scare her.
Fuck that
, grinning, Harmony uncrossed the arms over her chest and met their eyes with a bored expression. She wanted to grin when both men cursed and shook their heads.

“Harmony, why don’t you tell us why you decided to come here.” Creed sighed.