Warped (Dueling Devils 4)

Lefty narrowed his eyes.

The aggression made her hackles rise. She’d hurt his woman and now, he was out for blood.

“If she says she’s square, I believe her. Lying wouldn’t get her anywhere,” Demon interjected.

Lefty snarled.

“Look all I want is to make my own way. You put me up. Chase found me this job. I don’t owe you anything and that’s the way it’s going to stay.”

“Bullshit. You owe Gia everything.”

“Well, you aren’t her, are you?” she countered.

“Keep pushing me. You won’t like what happens next.”

“You’re meddling in something that’s not your business. Whatever I have going on with Gia is between us.”

“Everything to do with her is my business.” His jaw ticked.

“We got a problem here?”

A man’s voice had never sounded like music to her ears before.

“I don’t know, is there?” Lefty asked.

“No, no problem. They were just seeing how I fit in,” Symone said quickly. The last thing she wanted was this man, who for some reason saw something in her to be protected, to get into trouble.

“She’s doing a great job.” Monster placed his hand on the back of her chair.

Her stomach clenched. She wanted to scoot her chair away and lean against his large frame at the same time.

“Must be. It’s not like you to speak up about shit,” Demon said, obviously amused.

“I just call it like I see it,” he replied.

“Alright then.” Demon nodded. “I heard all I need to hear.” He turned and headed for the bay, leaving a stunned Lefty behind.

He closed his mouth and spun to follow Demon.

She released a sigh and slumped in her seat.

“I get the feeling there’s never going to be a dull moment with you around.”

“Not by choice.”

“Hmmm.”

She glanced up at him. I should say thank you. The words stuck in her throat.

“I came up here to take a look at the schedule to see what job we need to concentrate on next.”

“Yeah. I’ll just go grab some coffee.” She pushed away from the desk, stood and half stumbled away from the desk and the man who felt larger than life.

* * * *

Monster took a long draw from his beer and watched the women flock to his brother. Another party at the clubhouse. Since he had shit else to do, he’d opted to tag along.

The veteran biker bunnies stayed away from him and the new girls stood in a corner plotting. They all seemed to think if he got a taste of pussy, they could drag him around by his dick like a dog on a leash.