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ChapterFour
BRIAN
“Yeah, get that shipment out to Johnny, he needs more product,” I said to my second in command, nodding as he made a fist at me, our sign of agreement. Things were going well for us and the other members of the Wolves of Chaos motorcycle club, a club I’d inherited from my father when I was twenty-five.
I’d worked my way up the ranks throughout my life, making me more than ready to take over when my father passed away five years ago. Johnny and I had been like brothers our whole lives and when my father, and his, were taken out by a rival gang, well, it was only natural that we had each other’s backs and took the places we now filled.
“You still taking that girl out to Montana tonight?” Johnny asked, pausing at the door to my office.
Our operation ran from a former warehouse, now converted to look like a print shop. Well, it was a print shop, but printing wasn’t the only thing we did out of the building. We distributed a few things that weren’t quite legal, depending on what we could get in each month.
Okay, most of it wasn’t legal, but who gave a fuck about that?
“Yeah, if she hasn’t run off for parts unknown by now,” I joked, laughing as I said it.
Mandy. The girl with defiant brown eyes, lips that needed a good hard kiss, and a body that all but begged to be fucked hard and often. I’d always got the impression she thought she was too good for me, and bidding on her at the auction had been a very personal fuck you to her. She’d nearly pissed herself on that stage a few weeks ago, and it had made the amount of money I spent well worth it. I could almost see her choking up there she was so pissed off and, yeah, I have to admit, it made me happy.
I’m an asshole like that, what can I say?
“We’ll track her down if she has,” Johnny offered, his dark brown eyebrows pulled together in a frown.
“No need. To be honest, seeing her on that stage, close to stroking out, made the money worth it.” I brushed off the offer, but honestly, I do have a soft spot for the lady.
I wouldn’t admit that anybody, especially her, but yeah, I liked how tough she was, how she would defy me at every turn. I liked knowing she wouldn’t back down and had the intelligence to go with it. If she showed up at the airport, I was going to enjoy taking her down a peg or two over the coming week.
Sex with her wasn’t a given, but I didn’t mind that. There were other ways to break people. Not that I was cruel, I was always nice to the other people at the club and to my crew and their families. There was just something about that woman that rubbed me the wrong way and made me think about breaking things.
Like the buttons on her dresses so I could bend her over my desk and fuck that defiance right out of her.
The image came hot and fast, and I had to shift in my chair to hide my reaction. Luckily, Johnny was walking out anyway.
“Have a good time, boss,” Johnny said as he closed the door and I had to wonder just how good a time I could have with a wildcat in a secluded cabin in Montana.
* * *
“It’s nice,” Mandy spoke to me for the first time since I found her waiting for me at the airport in Chicago. She’d communicated with grunts and movements of her head for hours now and it was about to break my will to play nice with her.
At least she liked the huge cabin perched on top of a mountain. The views were great, I had to give her that, and it was snowing. It was a romantic scene, at least.
She put her suitcase down and stared around the open-planned first floor. It was nice, she was right. There was a huge kitchen to the back and off to the left, a large living room with a huge fire, man-sized couches, and rocking chairs. There was a dining area to the front left, but the living room took up the whole right side. A bathroom was situated at the back of the cabin, the only part of the first floor that had inner walls, just beside a door that opened to the back yard.
“I’ll head up and choose a room,” Mandy broke the silence, picked up her suitcase, and headed to the staircase to the right of the front door. She hadn’t asked me to carry her suitcase in, or for any help at all, which impressed me a little. She was self-sufficient and didn’t need anybody’s help, obviously. Good for her.
“Fine, I’ll get a fire going down here, then get one going in your room if you want.” I offered, but she was already halfway up the stairs. A smile crossed my face for a moment before I turned away, leaving my suitcase by the door.
It wasn’t freezing in the house, but a fire would knock of that slight chill in the air. It might thaw her cold little heart a little too, but I doubted it.
She’d kept her end of the bargain, so far, and I respected her for that. I still didn’t like her much, but my opinion was changing slightly. A whole week of this and I might actually like the girl before it’s over with.
By the time she came back down, still dressed in jeans and an emerald, green cable-knit sweater, I had the fire going and the afternoon sunlight had turned to full darkness. It was late winter now, still cold in our part of the world, but even colder out here, and the sunlight disappeared quickly.
“There’s supposed to be stock of food up here, what do you want for dinner?” I asked, just to break the silence.
“Whatever you want,” she answered while heading to the fridge. “There’s some steaks in here if you want me to cook those?”
“Yeah, sure, if you want to cook.” I shrugged, kind of surprised that she’d offered to cook. It hadn’t occurred to me that she could.
Not because she was a stripper but because she was the kind of girl that had a manicure and pedicure, dressed in really nice clothes, always had makeup on with her hair done perfectly, and didn’t look like the kind of girl that knew how to cook or clean.
