Fierce (Storm MC #2) (16 page)

I watched her go to Dad.  She said something to him and he landed a filthy glare on me before taking her outside.  Griff caught this too and whistled once they’d left.  “You think you guys will ever sort that out?” he asked as we locked the office.

“No.”

“Figured as much.”

I checked my watch.  “Fuck, Griff, I’ve gotta go.  I want to check on Lisa before I head over to Indigo.”

He raised his eyebrows.  “Didn’t think you were needed there tonight?”

“Not a word, Griff.  Not a fucking word.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender; huge grin fucking plastered on his face.  Griff hardly ever smiled.  And whatever he was thinking was probably right.  I was screwed.

***

I
finally arrived at Indigo just after nine that night.  The place was packed.  Scanning the crowd and the bar area, I caught sight of Harlow, and desire slammed into me. 

She saw me and her face lit up.  I nodded and kept going; I had to get out of there because watching the assholes ogle her was sending my blood pressure through the fucking roof.  I ended up in the office, alone with my thoughts.  What the fuck was I doing with Harlow?  I was looking at breaking two of my rules with her now; never chase a woman, and never fuck an employee.  Shit just got messy when you did either of those two things.  Problem was though, my dick was committed to making this happen; there was no backing out now.

I looked up as Nash wandered into the office and settled himself in the couch.  “Saw you come in, and then saw you dismiss Harlow and come out here.  Thought you were into her?  Cause I’ve gotta say, if you’re not gonna have a crack at that, I’m into it.”

“Leave her the fuck alone, Nash,” I snarled, fighting not to jump the desk and deck the motherfucker.

“Yeah, I figured but just had to check.”  The asshole was fucking grinning at me.

I threw the pen down that I was holding and ran my hands through my hair.  “Christ, I’ve never had a hard on for a woman like I do for her.  You ever had that?”

Something crossed his face; a darkness I’d never seen there before but it was gone as fast as it came.  “Had it once, brother.  Never again.”

I nodded slowly.  “I hear you.”

Then he shocked me by leaning forward in his seat and saying, “Might be right for you though.  Never seen a chick get to you like this one.”

There was a knock at the door; it was Harlow.

Nash stood up to leave.  “Speak of the devil,” he muttered, grinning at her as he left.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

“Amy said to let you know that we need some change for the till.  Fives and tens,” she replied, not sounding happy.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

I’d made my way to her by now.  “Don’t bullshit me, Harlow.”

She tensed and took a moment before saying, “Whatever this is between us, if you’re not into it anymore, that’s cool with me.”  She may have said those words but the way she was looking at me told me that it was anything but cool with her.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

Another pause.  “You gave off a vibe when you came in so I figured you’d thought about it and changed your mind.”

I reached around and closed the door behind her.  Then I backed her up against the door and leaning into her, I rested my arm on the door above her head.  “First thing you need to know about me, Harlow, is that I don’t tend to change my mind too often.  Second thing you need to know is that when I tell a woman I’m going to fuck her, she can be damn sure that I’m going to fuck her.  And the third thing you need to know is that I don’t like to waste time,” I growled that last sentence and grabbed her hip to pull her closer to me before continuing, “Believe me babe, when I say that I’m going to be tasting your pussy soon.”

Those eyes of hers widened and just as she went to say something, we were interrupted by Velvet.  “Scott,” she knocked loudly on the door, “We’ve got some trouble out front.  Nash said to come and get you.”

“Shit,” I muttered, taking one last look at Harlow before pushing off the wall.  “We good?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she said softly and I left her to go and sort this shit out.  It couldn’t have been worse fucking timing.

Nash was with three guys in the main club area just near the bar.  He looked like he was about to take one of them on.  “What have we got here, Nash?” I asked, joining them.

His eyes were feral.  “Bullet’s sent these assholes around,” he seethed.

I looked at the three of them.  None were wearing their colours and I didn’t recognise any of them.  “You guys new to Black Deeds?”  I asked them.

The biggest one piped up, “No, motherfucker, been around for years, just with a different chapter.”

Fuck.

“You in town for long?”

“That depends on how long it takes for Bullet to sort out this little problem he has with your brother.”

“My step-fucking-brother, who I have nothing to do with.  Perhaps you could remind Bullet of that little fact.”

“Bullet doesn’t give a shit either way.  He just wants this cleaned up, and he doesn’t give a fuck how that’s achieved.  You read me?”

“I fucking read you, dickhead,” I snarled before landing a punch on his jaw.  I hit him so hard that he stumbled backwards into a table and fell on his ass.

“Nice work, brother,” Nash said, and joined the brawl with a punch to one of the other guy’s heads.

I didn’t waste any time and started in on the third asshole.  He was ready though and put up a good fight.  Fists and blood were flying, and the sounds of bones crunching were fucking music to my ears. 

The guy I was fighting went down for the count so I looked over at Nash to see how he was going.  He had everything under control; Nash had some muscle behind him and I’d never seen him lose a fight.  However, the first guy I’d decked was back on his feet and heading straight for Nash so I helped out with the guy Nash was going a round with.  Approaching the guy from behind, I pushed him hard on his back so he’d lose his balance and when he did, I swung my arm and punched him in the side of his face and shoved him to the ground.  On his way down, his face crashed hard into the side of a table and that seemed to knock him out totally.

As I was finishing the guy off, I yelled at Nash, “Behind you, brother!”

He quickly ducked and turned around with an agility that most wouldn’t believe he had in him based on his size.  I swung my full attention back to the asshole on the ground and bent over and smashed my fist into his face a couple of times.  When he finally stopped struggling against me and his body sagged completely, I stood up straight.  Nash had just knocked his guy out and was standing over him, watching me.  His eyes lit up and he bounced a little on his feet.  “Yeah, brother.  That was some fun, huh?”

I chuckled.  “Yeah, a laugh a fuckin’ minute.”

I surveyed the club; we’d caused a scene and customers were standing around watching us.  Amy and Harlow were standing behind the bar and I saw Harlow say something to Amy but Amy was rooted to the ground with a stunned look on her face and didn’t appear to take in whatever Harlow had said to her.  Harlow shocked me by wolf whistling to get everyone’s attention.  It worked, and when she had it, she yelled out, “Half price drinks for the next ten minutes.  Come and get it, people.”

There was a mad rush to the bar and Harlow’s obvious ploy had worked; most customers weren’t focused on us anymore.  One of the bouncers from outside had come in and he, Nash and I started moving these dickheads outside. 

Ten minutes later we had all three of them lying on the ground in the alley next to Indigo.  I pulled out my phone and rang Dad.  “You need to call Bullet and tell him I’ve got some of his fuckers passed out in the alley next to the club,” I said when he answered.

“What the fuck?”

“Yeah, what the fuck.  Three of Black Deed’s out of state members rolled in tonight threatening Storm.  Nash and I cleaned them up.  You tell Bullet we want that meeting brought forward to tomorrow morning.  I’m not waiting any longer for this shit.”

I hung up without waiting to hear what he said.

“Bullet’s got no clue what he’s done here,” Nash said, voicing what I was already thinking.

“No fuckin’ clue,” I agreed as we walked back inside.

“Harlow knew what she was doing in there.  Pretty fucking impressed with her,” he said.

“Yeah.” 

“What, you got nothing else to say about her?”

“I’m just processing the shit that’s gone down lately.  Bullet’s coming for us and his guy saw me with Harlow this morning.  Then we’ve got those two guys who were watching her the other night.  She’s been put right in the fuckin’ middle of a shit storm.” 

He didn’t say anything else; just nodded in agreement.  When we entered the club, everything was back to normal.  One of our bouncers threw us each a wet towel and I used it to clean the blood off me before making my way over to Harlow.

“I hope what I did was okay with the half price drinks,” she leant across the bar and breathed into my ear so that I could hear her over the music.

“More than okay.  Thanks for that.  You girls right here?”

“Yeah, we’re all good.”

“Nash and I have some things to take care of but we’re just out back if you need us.”

“Okay,” she said as she laid that sexy smile on me.

Before she could pull away from me, I gripped her hand that she was leaning on.  It startled her and I noted that her breathing picked up.  She looked at me expectantly.  “That sexy smile will get you fucked sooner rather than later, babe.”

Her eyes danced with delight.  “Oh, I’m counting on it, big boy.”

“Fuck,” I growled, “Tonight.  You’re mine.”

Still with the dancing eyes, she leant closer and let her lips brush softly over mine before saying, “Yes, tonight I’m yours.”

I let go of her hand and we both pulled away but maintained eye contact.  I was transfixed; the world whirled around me but I was oblivious to it.  This woman had captured my complete attention and I was helpless to stop it.

Harlow broke eye contact first when a customer called her away.  I stood watching her for another minute or so and then left to go in search of Nash.

I found him with Griff in the office.  “How long you been here?” I asked Griff.

“About five minutes.  Seems I’m a bit late to the party.”

I looked at Nash.  “You catch him up?”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Did you find out anything about Black Deed’s operations today, Nash?”  Griff asked.

“Well it looks like their porn business is going down the drain but I’m still looking into it.”

“You keep on that tomorrow while Griff, Dad and I meet with Bullet.  The sooner we get that info the better.”

The burning anger that I had in me towards Bullet was like a slow uncoiling snake, and God fucking help them when I was ready to strike. 

H
arlow

I ripped the red Indigo dress off and stuffed it in my bag.  My underwear followed shortly after and then I stepped in the shower.  It was nearly three am and I was wide awake.  I was at Scott’s house after he drove us home when my shift was over.  He’d received a call that he had to take so I decided a shower was a good idea while I waited.

The anticipation of sex with Scott had kept me on edge all freaking night and as I soaped myself up I couldn’t help but feel turned on while I thought about him.  It had been awhile for me and I could hardly wait.  In fact, as I finished soaping myself I seriously contemplated marching out there and demanding he end his call.

I poured some shampoo into my palm and then lathered it in my hair.  As I turned around to wash it out, I caught sight of Scott leaning against the bathroom door.  He was watching me, lust clear in his eyes.  I stopped what I was doing momentarily but then decided to just let him watch me while I finished what I was doing.  I tilted my head back and reached both arms up to run my fingers through my hair while I rinsed the shampoo out.  When I had it all out, I locked eyes with him again for a moment before reaching for the conditioner.

The air was charged with a sexual energy between us.  When Scott lifted his t-shirt over his head and then started undoing his belt, I almost couldn’t handle the sensations flooding my body.  I ran the conditioner through my hair, never breaking eye contact with him.  Once he had his belt undone, he popped the button on his jeans and then undid his zip before taking his jeans off.  He did all of this with a slow and steady movement that was driving me wild.

He kicked his jeans aside and I lowered my gaze to admire the perfection that was Scott Cole.  I ran my eyes over his sinful six pack and his arm muscles that just begged me to touch them.  His chest was covered with tattoos, as were his arms.  I’d never really been into ink before but Scott’s ink got me wetter than I already was.

I moved to rinse the conditioner out of my hair but Scott stopped me.  “Don’t.  I’ll do it,” he said in that commanding voice that I was slowly growing to love.

I stopped what I was doing and watched him come towards me.  When he stepped into the shower and his skin hit mine, I shuddered as jolts of electricity fired through me.  He took charge and rinsed the conditioner out; his hands gentle rather than rough.  Scott doing gentle just about killed me; God, I needed him right now.

After he rinsed my hair clean, he angled the shower head away from us.  I wasn’t sure why he did this but I didn’t care.  Turning to him, I reached my hand up to grab his hair and pull his face down to mine.  A growl came from deep in his chest and his hand snaked around me and pulled me to him.  His erection hit my stomach and my pussy tingled with excitement which only intensified when the hand he had on my ass reached between my legs and a finger hit my slit.  He dipped his finger in and then out, and ran it from one end of my pussy to the other.  I was so wet for him and moaned with pleasure.  We watched each other while he did this, our lips centimeters apart but not touching yet.

“I love how wet you are for me, babe,” he murmured while he continued to tease me with his slow and deliberate hand movements.