Page 9 of Stag

“You can be as friendly as you like to me, but you’re not coming back to my club anytime soon.”

I looked him up and down, and for the record without all the vampire shit, he’s nothing special, and smirked.

“Oh, you’re the prat from the vampire club. Guess we’re just letting in anyone these days.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes as he turned to the big guy beside him.

“This guy, right? Fronting at me like I can’t break every bone in his body while he cries for his mama.”

I set my beer down. “You wanna go right now?”

“Shut it, Stag, and go and sit down with those guys,” Micro was suddenly here shoving me out of the way, but I’m no pussy. This fucker wants a fight, I’ll give him just that.

“Just a mo, Pres. This fucker wants my fist down his throat first.”

Grimm grinned widely and stepped closer. “Bring it, little boy.”

“Yeah, yeah. This isn’t what we came here for, and I promised we wouldn’t break so much as a glass again in here, so Stag, please go sit with the others so I can talk to Grimm and his fellas.”

Whatever. “Fine. Just, I’m not pussying out here. I’m just respecting my Pres and his orders.”

“Yeah, because that’s always how you roll.”

Flipping him off made a pretty quick liar out of me, but whatever. I took the seat beside Harley, who had his old lady on the other side of him, with Rocket and V in the other few seats. Yep, me and all these fuckers with their women. That’s not lonely at all.

“Is he really thinking of patching those pricks in?” I asked, glaring over my shoulder at Grimm, who, as I expected, was still smirking at me. I’d break off those fucking fangs of his and shove them up his nose next time I was at the club, because no fucker was keeping me out.

“Stag, I had a question.”

Okay, ignore mine then. I focused on Harley, who pulled up some accounting app on his phone. Oh man. Work? Really?

“What are your thoughts on this program? I’m thinking of going automated, because I hate doing this shit.”

I took his phone, sliding my finger over the screen to scroll, but for the record I already knew it wasn’t worth shit. I took that moment to calm down a bit, even though I could still feel that fucker’s eyes on my back.

“I’d skip it. You want help with your books, I’ll help.” What was I doing? I wanted to do less boring shit, not more.

Harley took his phone back and closed the app.

“Seriously? Don’t you already work full time on this shit?”

Wow, we were out of touch, huh?

“No. I’m on part time hours now. Seems they’re making cutbacks at work. Still, I have savings and stuff. I’ll be alright.” Probably.

My needs were simple. My ride, food, fuel, beers. Right? Oh and her. I’d rather earn more so I could buy her things. Maybe I could find out her address and leave them for her. That’d be fun, right? Little presents on her doorstep or something. It’d be like Christmas every day. My mind immediately started reeling as I tried to work out how to find her address.

“I’m a bit behind with my finances. What if I hire you a few hours a week to help me get them back in order? Do my taxes, that kinda thing?”

It took me a moment to slip back out of my thoughts and catch up with him.

“You’d hire me?”

Harley laughed, looking around at the others as he replied.

“Do I know any other accountants? I mean, you’re kinda skilled, even if you do your best to appear otherwise.”

I rubbed my jaw, mentally calculating my schedule and whether I wanted to fill some more hours. The money would help for sure.