Fierce (Storm MC 2)

“Oh my God. I need to know more!”

I got up from the table. “We need more coffee for this.”

Cassie was grinning at me like a mad woman; talking men was one of our favourite things to do. I laughed at her and sent a message of thanks out to the universe for blessing me with the best friend a girl could want.

Chapter 23

Scott

“Scott.” I turned at the sound of my father’s voice. We’d just finished meeting with the club to plan our next move. Nash had shared his findings with us. He’d discovered that Black Deeds owed close to half a million on their porn production company and that they were struggling to pay it off. It seemed that their drug business was the only way they were currently able to meet their monthly debt bill. That was why they were so hell bent on keeping Blade out of it. Our goal now was to hit them where it hurt; we just had to come up with a plan to do that.

I stopped and waited for him to catch up to me. “What’s up?” I asked him when he got closer.

“I want you to come with me to see Blade. We need to bring him up to speed.”

My immediate reaction was to decline but I thought about it for a minute. I came to the conclusion that I’d prefer to be involved in this meeting to make sure that Dad didn’t agree to something that wasn’t in Storm’s best interest. “You want to go now?”

Dad’s face flickered surprise for a moment. “Yeah. He’s at his warehouse; I’ll meet you there.”

I agreed and he left. As I was walking to my bike, Harlow called me. “You okay?” I answered it.

“Yes, but I just wanted to let you know that I got a call from Lisa. She’s upset because some of the girls have been bullying her today. I’m going to go and see her at school and make sure she’s alright. Is that okay with you?”

“Babe, already told you, you want to help Lisa, you go right ahead. Anyone with a problem about that answers to me.”

She was quiet for a moment. “Okay,” she replied, softly.

“Let me know if there’s anything you need from me, otherwise I’ll see you tonight. I’ll be over at about nine o’clock to pick you up.”

“Okay,” she breathed into the phone and it made my dick jerk.

“And babe, cover up because I’m putting you on the back of my bike tonight,” I promised before ending the call. Christ, just the thought of her on my bike, pussy tucked in close and arms around me, made me hard.

I’d just put my phone back in my pocket when a text sounded. I pulled it out to check who it was from and just about came on the spot.

Harlow: I’ll cover up for the ride on your bike but when I ride your cock there’ll be nothing separating my pussy from you.

Me: Fuck, woman. That dirty mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day.

Harlow: Promises, promises...

Shit. I jammed my phone back in my pocket before she continued to tease me and my dick. How the hell had an asshole like me been lucky enough to find a woman who was so pure and yet so dirty at the same time?

***

“So, you’re telling me that you do want to start a war with Black Deeds now.” Blade concluded from everything we’d just told him. His hard eyes were glued to mine.

“We need to hit them before they hit us,” Dad said.

Blade moved his gaze away from me to Dad and then leant back in his chair. We were sitting in his office. It was an impressive looking office with all the latest technology. Actually, Blade’s whole setup was quite flash; it didn’t fit with the image I had of him as a seedy, drug dealing scumbag. His warehouse was large, very clean, sleek and looked to be well organised from what I’d seen walking through it to the office. I’d also caught a quick glimpse of his security room and he appeared to have high end stuff. He also had a lot of men working for him; another surprise to me.

After a long pause where it seemed that he was weighing something up in his mind, he leant forward again and said, “We’ve been tracking Black Deeds for a long time. Some of them are the lowest fucking scum on Earth as far as I’m concerned, and trust me, I’ve dealt with some scum. After a thorough analysis of their operation we decided to target their porn business. We’ve almost crippled them there. They rely on their drug trade to pay their porn debt. Without their drug business they can’t service the debt. We’re working on taking their drug business away from them.”

Fuck. I’d seriously underestimated Blade. “The coke business isn’t what you’re after at all, is it?”

“No.” Those hard eyes hit mine again, and I had to wonder what lay behind them; what made him tick.

“Care to enlighten us as to what is?” Dad asked what I was thinking.