Fierce (Storm MC 2)

Harlow was sweet as fucking pie. I wasn’t sure she’d cut it at Indigo, and yet I’d said yes to her working there. Christ, I was thinking with my dick. And speaking of my dick, I really needed to get laid; it’d been over a week since I’d seen any pussy and that was a week too fucking long.

“Scott, where the fuck have y

ou been?”

I eyed my father; my thoughts interrupted. He was sitting with Griff and J at a table in the corner of the clubhouse bar, waiting for me, and appeared to be irritated.

I grabbed a chair and turned it around so that I was sitting with its back to my front. “Hiring staff for Indigo,” I snapped at him.

“Good. That’s one headache gone. And it looks like the situation with Blade and Bullet might have resolved itself too.”

My skepticism kicked in. “Really?”

Dad looked really pissed off with me now. “Why the fuck can’t you get past your issues with Blade?”

“I don’t trust him. Not sure I ever will. So when you say that he’s suddenly agreed to pull back on his plans to move more coke, I don’t buy it.”

“He’s given me his word.”

I snorted. “His word means nothing to me. I think we need to still be on guard for shit to go down between him and Black Deeds.”

Dad slammed his hand down on the table; he was wearing his anger. “Been the President of Storm for a long fucking time, son. I’m always on fucking guard so don’t tell me how to do that part of my job. It’s fucking insulting. As for Blade, I don’t want to hear another fucking word from you about him. He’s my son and when he gives me his word, I trust it.”

I glared at him, seething at his words. My relationship with my father was completely fucked to the point that I hated him now; hated what he’d done to my mother and hated that he’d had a whole other family. What kind of man did that to his wife and kids? Obviously the kind of man that I didn’t know quite as well as I thought I did.

“Griff, can I see you in my office? Got some paperwork I need you to look at,” he said and left with Griff.

J blew out a breath. “I fucking hate your old man.”

“You’re not the only one, brother,” I said as I shoved my hand through my hair.

We sat in silence for a moment, contemplating that, but J was like me and hated going over and over shit so he moved on to another subject quickly. “Hey, what’s with the blonde you hired? Saw the way you looked at her.”

“How the fuck did I look at her?”

He smirked. “Hate to break it to you, but I’ve never seen you look at a woman that way before.”

I leant forward and demanded, “What fucking way, J?”

“Like you want to fuck her and not let her go, brother.”

I shoved my chair back. Standing, I muttered, “Not fucking likely. Told you before, that shit’s not for me.”

J laughed. “We’ll see.”

I left him there, laughing to himself. He had me thinking about Harlow though. And that pissed me off because I had so many other things I should be thinking about. This was one reason why I didn’t want to settle down. I’d watched friends settle down; it fucking consumed them and I didn’t have the time or desire for that.

***

The next morning, I still hadn’t heard from Harlow at eleven o’clock so I picked up the phone and called her.

“Sorry, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to scratch myself,” she answered the phone in a flap. It brought a smile to my face; couldn’t tell you why, but it did.

“All good. But I need the fridge details so I can get that organised for you.”

“I’ve got a line that’s six customers deep. Can I text you the info once I get through them?”

“Sure. And once I know what’s happening, I’ll let you know,” I said and hung up. I put the phone down and leant back in my seat thinking about her. I’d actually been thinking about her all last night and most of this morning. Fuck, I’d been waiting for her call. Not my finest moment; waiting for a woman to call me. I wasn’t sure what it was about Harlow that put her in my thoughts so often but I suspected it was how different she was to every other woman I’d ever met. Being VP of Storm, I’d had my share of women who just wanted in on the club. They were an easy lay; there was no challenge there. In fact, there was never any challenge from any of them. Harlow was the opposite; she’d questioned me repeatedly. It annoyed the shit out of me, and yet, at the same time, it turned me the fuck on. I wanted more of her sassy mouth.