Fierce (Storm MC 2)

“Yeah.”

“Good. Also, that bike parked across from the café belongs to one of Bullet’s guys. Keep your eye out for trouble from him. And, call me with any problems.” I disconnected the call and shoved my phone back into my pocket.

Without giving Bullet’s guy my attention, I got in my car and took off to Gerry’s for the meeting. Shit was about to go down and I was ready for whatever Bullet threw our way. Storm wasn’t a club that you fucked with and Bullet had done just that.

***

I barreled into the back room of Gerry’s Café, ready to go to war if fucking necessary. Bullet had succeeded in pissing me off by crossing the line when he sent his boy to my house the other day and again this morning by sending him to the café. He’d jumped the gun and now I’d shove that gun in his face if necessary.

Gerry’s Café was where we did most of our meetings and transactions. Gerry had been a member of Storm until his death a few years ago in a deal that had gone south. The motherfuckers had shot him. He’d died too fucking young at fifty and had left behind a family. We made sure his family was looked after and in return his wife let us use the back room when needed. I’d also taken care of the crew that had shot him; they no longer bothered anyone.

Dad and Griff had already arrived, as had Bullet and two of his men. I scowled at them; Bullet didn’t look surprised.

Standing, he said, “I see that Spider found you this morning.”

I exploded. “Yeah, he fucking did. This shit between you and Blade had nothing to do with us but you’ve changed that. And there’s a world of fucking hurt that comes with that. You want to fuck with my family and with my boys, well have at it, motherfucker, because it’ll be the last time you ever try.”

“Heard you got a nice piece on the side there,” Bullet sneered.

Blood roared to my head and my muscles flexed, ready to lash out. “Like I told Spider, you fucking touch her, I’ll kill you.”

Bullet stepped into my space, his nostrils flaring and his eyes blazing. “Careful what you threaten there, Scott. Empty threats still get the same response from me as real ones.”

“That wasn’t an empty threat, Bullet. You should know by now that I don’t fuck around.”

A moment passed as we glared at each other. The room was silent; waiting. With one last search of my face, Bullet responded, “I’ll give you forty eight h

ours to get Blade to see some sense but after that, all bets are off.” He moved back, away from me.

“The way I’m feeling it, you’ve signaled that all bets are already off.”

Dad agreed with me, “I’d agree with Scott. I think you’ve made yourself perfectly fucking clear, Bullet.” The anger was rolling off him too. Bullet was fucked now; he just didn’t know it.

Bullet signaled to his men to leave. “I’ll be in touch,” he rumbled, and then they were gone.

Fucking hell,” Griff muttered. He was pacing the room now; his standard response when shit went down.

“They’re watching Harlow’s café now,” I said to Griff.

“Who the fuck is Harlow?” Dad demanded to know.

“She’s a fucking innocent bystander in all of this. And she’s a good person who doesn’t deserve to be dragged into it.”

Griff cut in. “Scott, you need to lock her down. Bullet will come after her now.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’ve got Stoney watching her at the moment?”

I nodded. “I’ll head over there now and take her to the clubhouse.”

“We’ll meet this afternoon and start working on a plan to take Bullet down,” Dad said.

We wrapped things up and then I drove over to the café. This was going to be tricky. Harlow had no clue as to the shit I dealt with; getting her to realise the severity of this situation was going to take some work.

***

Spider was still outside the café but I ignored him. There were no customers inside and Harlow and Cheryl were nowhere in sight. I rang the bell on the front counter and waited. When Harlow appeared, I muttered, “You really need to put a bell on the door. Anyone could have robbed you by now.”