Fierce (Storm MC 2)

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered, “I’m out there spending a shitload on your cat and you’re here shooting shit into your arm.”

“I didn’t ask you to look after my cat,” she snarled.

“Yeah, well someone had to do it or he would have fucking died.”

“I don’t give a shit about that fucking cat; he could have died for all I cared.”

She’s a chick, don’t fucking hit her. I lowered my face down to hers. “You’re a fucking pathetic excuse for a mother. Women like you should have their fucking legs sewn together.”

Not waiting for her reply, I turned to leave.

“Anyone ever told you what an asshole you are?” she flung at me.

I turned back to look at her, “All the fucking time, bitch. And I’ll continue being one until you get your shit together and give Lisa the care she fucking deserves.”

I strode back to my car, still holding Monty in his cage. Fuck. I was going to have to take him to work with me until I sorted out someone to look after him. There was no way I was leaving him with Michelle now.

***

“A cat? You brought a fucking cat with you?” J gave me shit when I hit Indigo twenty minutes later.

I placed the cat cage on the floor next to the desk in the office where we would be doing the interviews. “Michelle’s off her face, and having just shed some serious coin on him, I didn’t want to leave him with her. So yeah, brother, I’m bringing a fucking cat to work.”

He chuckled, and rubbed his chin. “That kid’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Shit! Is Madison working this afternoon?”

“No. Why?”

I reached in my pocket for my phone. “I want her to go over to Lisa’s and let her know that I have Monty and that he’s okay. She’ll worry otherwise.”

“I don’t think she had anything planned so she should be able to do it.”

I was just dialing her when Velvet poked her head around the door. “Scott, you got a minute?”

J jerked his head in Velvet’s direction. “You go sort that out and I’ll call Madison.”

“Thanks,” I said as I hung up and slipped my phone back in my pocket. “What’s up?” I asked Velvet as I followed her towards the back storeroom.

“I think someone’s tried to break in. The lock on the back door has been tampered with,” she said.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I inspected the lock. She was right; it had been messed with.

“Yeah, not good. And there were some guys hanging around last night that I’ve never seen before. Nasty looking fuckers.”

I looked up at her. Velvet wasn’t one to exaggerate. And she’d seen some shit in her life, so if she thought they were worth bringing to my attention, they were worth me worrying about. “Okay, I’ll get Griff to take a look at t

he surveillance and I’ll get some extra guys in to keep an eye on the joint. You let me know if you see them again.”

“Thanks, Scott. And thanks for getting rid of Darrell.”

“Was my fucking pleasure. Anyone else you want me to get rid of? With the mood I’m in, I’d be happy to go a couple of rounds with anyone who needs sorting out.”

She laughed. “Mmmm, I think I’ll steer clear of you for the rest of the day.”

I watched as she walked away. Velvet was one sexy chick and our customers couldn’t get enough of her. She had curves in all the right places, a seriously good set of tits and a spectacular ass that her long brunette hair almost hit. I didn’t do staff though, so Velvet was firmly in the no go zone.

J entered the storeroom. “Madison can sort out the kid for you,” he said as he came towards me.