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Thinking about the woman lying there, head gashed open, body limp and vulnerable. When her eyes opened, I swear they were electric. She didn’t know me, didn’t know I was there, but I’m not against seeing her again.
“Yeah,” I grumble, walking across the bar and into the conference room.
“That’s it? That’s all your going to fucking say?” He snaps. Rolling my eyes, I flop back into an executive's chair.
“You need to ask open ended questions to receive an open ended answer,” I quip, feeling pretty damn smug with myself.
They call her Leather, and I can see why. She’s a fucking knock-out then add the second-skin made of actual Leather, and I swear I’m hard just thinking about it.
“Did she say anything?”
“No,” I retort, making him work for the information. He may have been my boss at one point, but I no longer work for him. He’s on the run, feds on his tail for a fucking white collar crime. Dude’s killed people in cold blood, and he got caught fucking money laundering.
Idiot.
“Fucking hell, Tornado!” He shouts. He’s bloody fuming.
I love it.
The double doors open to the room, Leather walking in with Knuckles. Both stop in their tracks, their conversation halting with my presence.
“Sorry baby, I gotta run. Text you later, yeah?” I make kissy noises, hearing him rant and rave on the other end before hanging up. Chuckling, I watch as the two approach me cautiously, arms crossed over their chests.
They move in sync, one moving similar to the other in a way that can only mean they are close. I can’t decipher if it’s brother/sister or if it’s something more.
Either way, I have to keep an eye out.
There’s work to be done.
“What are you doing here?” Leather asks, taking a seat across from me.
“Well, from what I remember, I’m the sergeant at arms of Silent Renegade. I believe that gives me the right to sit here.” Spanning my arms out, I gesture to the room around us.
She squints her eyes accusingly, leaning forward on her elbows.
“I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re messing with the wrong club. Once Prez gets his head out of his ass, he will see that you’re a fucking nuisance to this club,” she snarls, face twisted in fury.
I can’t help the small chuckle that escapes me. She’s deadly, that much I know for sure, but she looks more like an angry kitten.
“I can see why they call you the seducer,” I crack, crossing my arms over my chest. Smoke practically roils from her head, face bright red as fire takes over.
“Why?” Her teeth clamp down, jaw ticking.
“Because you couldn’t look intimidating if you tried.” She’s out of her seat, knife pressing to my throat before I can even blink.
Fuck. That’s hot.
“Feisty,” I mutter, pushing into the blade gently. “I like that.” Grunting, she jerks it away, a slight sting leaving in its wake.
“Like I said, I don’t know where you came from, but I know it’s not a sister club.” Knuckles looks quickly between the two of us, trying to work something out.
“Alright,” Knuckles says, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Leather, you have an appointment coming up,” he hints, jerking his head the other way.
“What are you guys doing?” I ask, deciding now is better than never to actually get to her.
“Nothing for you,” she snaps, shrugging off Knuckles’ hand.
“Actually, I am your superior.” Raising a brow, I watch her face pull up in disgust. Even then, she’s a fucking beaut.
