Slay (Storm MC 4)

“Blade, are you listening?” Merrick cut into my thoughts.

“Yeah. Tell me where we are with the union.”

“Whatever Onyx said to Phil worked because the union negotiations are almost finished and didn’t hurt us too much. Phil obviously talked to his buddies there.”

I snorted at his choice of words. Phil Deacon didn’t ‘talk’ to anyone, he used force.

“Thank fuck,” I muttered.

“I’ve still got Ben watching him, though. I don’t trust him not to fuck with us again.”

I raised my brows. “Surely not. I would have thought, after our last encounter, he’d realise that’s not a good idea.”

“You were too soft on him. You know he’s a fucking loose cannon.”

I scowled at him. “We’ll see.”

Shaking his head, he muttered something I didn’t quite catch.

Ignoring him, I asked, “Have you heard anything on the street about Ricky and what he’s up to with regards to Storm?”

“No. Scott hasn’t kept you updated?”

I stood. “No, I haven’t spoken to him for over a week. It’s about time I set up a meet with him. I want an update on Ricky and also on Blue.”

“Today, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I grabbed my keys and phone and walked towards the door. “I won’t be back in today,” I said.

He grinned. “Fucking pussy-whipped.”

I headed out into the fresh air, my thoughts drifting back to Layla.

Her back arched, head thrown back, hair splayed across the bed.

Her hands gripping the sheet as she screamed out my name.

Her eyes as they focused on mine after her orgasm.

He’s right.

I’m fucking pussy-whipped.

I forced her out of my mind and called Scott.

“Blade,” he answered.

“We need to meet and go over where we’re at.”

“Today?”

“Yeah. Can you guys do it now?”

“Pretty sure we can both make it. I’ll let you know if there are any problems. Usual place?”

“Good. I’ll see you then,” I said and hung up.