Revive (Storm MC 3)

Erika raised her wine glass. “Cheers to that,” she agreed and took a sip while giving Velvet a kind smile.

Velvet’s shoulders sagged and she seemed relieved. “Thank you.”

I jerked my chin at Jamison and he nodded in response. I’d thank him for that later. For now, I slid my arm around Velvet’s shoulders and pulled her close so I could whisper in her ear, “We need to eat dessert really fuckin’ quick.”

She placed her hand on my leg, close to my dick, and purred, “But, Nash, I think your mum has a story about your childhood to tell me. We can’t be rude now.” She moved her hand up and down my leg slowly, teasing me.

“I fuckin’ knew it,” I muttered.

She turned to me in genuine surprise. “What?”

“I knew you two together were a bad idea.”

Her head fell back slightly and she laughed, and my dick dug his own grave.

Chapter 18

Pornstar Dancing ~ My Darkest Days

Nash

Monday morning rolled around fast, and I dropped Velvet back at her house after she’d stayed with me last night. She had treated me to a long night of sex and was worn out this morning. I couldn’t wait to get my hands back on her tonight.

After I dropped her off, I headed over to Blade’s warehouse to meet Scott who was waiting for me there.

I surveyed the warehouse in front of us. “Shit, brother, what does Blade actually do? This joint is huge,” I said to Scot

t.

“I’m still not sure what he does. He likes to keep shit to himself and I don’t ask.”

“You have much to do with him now, after all the shit with Black Deeds?”

“Not really, and that’s the way I like it.”

We were greeted at the door by a beefy looking guy who escorted us up to Blade’s office on the second floor. He was on the phone and motioned for us to take a seat. Blade ended his call and gave us his attention. “What can I do for you?” The intensity this guy exuded was off the charts. I wondered if he ever chilled; I highly doubted it. Even at Madison’s wedding, he hadn’t let his hair down and relaxed.

Scott spoke first. “Nash asked me for some help with a personal matter, and I suggested you might be able to help him.”

“With what?”

I answered him, “A friend of mine has an ex-husband who is trying to bully her into an agreement. I’ve only met him once but he seems like a real piece of work. He has a high public profile so I’m thinking we need to come up with something different to our usual way of dealing with this shit and I figure you could be the man to help us with that.”

“Who is it?” He wasn’t big on saying more than he had to which I respected.

“James Carr.”

His brows shot up. “Fuck.”

“You obviously know of him, then,” Scott said.

“Know him? I have a long, hard history with that family. They bully people into shit all the time so I can only imagine what he’s doing to his ex. I’ve got dirt on him that would send him to prison for a very long time.”

“I just need something to stop him harassing Velvet.”

“What’s he want from her?” Blade enquired, leaning back in his chair.

“He’s going into politics and wants her to sign an agreement that ensures she won’t talk publicly about him or their relationship.”