“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.
Chapter 20
Harlow
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.