Nitro's Torment (Sydney Storm MC 2)

“I’m going to find someone who doesn’t ignore me,” she said, leaving.

Devil shook his head as he stared after her. “Fuck. Women.”

“You gonna go after her, brother? What’s that thing you told me about laying down and letting pussy whip you?”

He turned to me with a huge grin and slapped me on the back. “Nah, Nitro, I’m a lover, not a fighter. That one’s got a temper on her. She’s too fucking much for me to handle. I’d rather get a drink.”

A few minutes later, we had beer and I sucked some back while I watched Tatum with Kree. Her gaze caught mine and I jerked my chin at her to get over here. She lifted a finger to indicate she’d be a minute. When her attention shifted back to Kree, I dropped my eyes to check out her ass. She’d worn those skintight jeans of hers I loved, and I struggled to drag my gaze from them.

“Nitro.” King’s voice sliced through the air and I looked around to find him standing next to Devil. “I see you brought the blonde with you.”

I held his gaze. I knew what he was asking. King never missed a beat and always liked to know what members were up to in their private lives. The crazy

fucker was the most paranoid person I knew and was always concerned that outsiders would come in with an agenda.

Nodding, I said, “Yeah. That a problem?”

He drank some of his whisky while silently contemplating that. Finally, he said, “If you don’t think it will be, I trust that.”

The noise in the room picked up and we all turned to see Kick and Evie enter, a huge smile on Kick’s face as he held his wife close.

“That fucker ever stop smiling?” Devil asked.

“You’d be smiling like that too if King had finally let you back out into the real world,” I said.

Devil grinned. “True.”

King changed the subject. “Anyone know Kree’s story?”

I drank some beer before answering him. “Nope. All I know is she’s from Brisbane. Nash recommended her when Kick asked and to be honest, she was a good recommendation. Always on time, works hard and keeps to herself.”

King watched her as she laughed with Tatum. “Yeah, but I wanna know everything there is to know about anyone working here. Find out and get back to me.”

Tatum said goodbye to Kree and walked to where we stood as Kree exited the room. She met King’s gaze and pushed her shoulders back, standing tall. She never backed down and I fucking loved that about her.

“Tatum Lee, I see you’ve decided to hang out with us again,” King said, his voice dangerously low. I felt my protective streak kick in and knew that if he pushed this with her, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from stepping in for her. And I wasn’t sure how that would go down with King.

Before she could answer him, Devil’s eyes were drawn to the other side of the room and he whistled low. “Fuck me… I’m out of here.” With that, he strode towards a brunette I’d never seen before.

Tatum held King’s gaze. “This time it’s completely my choice to be here, King.”

“We’re not gonna have a conflict of interests, are we?”

She frowned. “To do with what?”

“Your boss.”

“Whatever happens between your club and Billy has nothing to do with me, so no, no conflict of interests.”

He drank the rest of his whisky and reached across to place the empty glass on the counter. When he looked at her again, he said, “Good.”

“Why did you take my back when my lawyer friend, Duvall, was giving me a hard time outside Billy’s club?”

His nostrils flared as he remembered that encounter. “Tatum, if a person looks out for me or someone I care about, I look out for them. You were there for Evie when she needed someone. I won’t forget that.”

“King!” Kick motioned for King to come over. It looked like he and some of the guys were revved up about something and King left us to check it out.

Tatum’s arms circled me as she moved close. Her mouth pressed to my throat and she kissed me there before lifting her face to me. Smiling, she said, “I’m glad you brought me. I needed to come back here and change the feelings I associate with this place.”