“It’s peace then?” I asked.
Warlock nodded, before adding, “Oh, there is one detail we didn’t discuss that we do need to hammer out.”
“What’s that?”
“When should I expect you to turn your grow operation over to me? Is within the next ten days good?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Our grow business isn’t for sale.”
“I didn’t say anything about buying it,” he said. “I thought I made myself perfectly clear. The Dogs of Fire are to stay out of any and all of my club’s business. Well, in case you forgot, the Spiders main trade is drugs, Hatch. So, obviously I can’t have you running a marijuana grow operation in my backyard.”
“You slimy piece of shit. I knew I couldn’t trust you.”
“What is this?” Warlock said, feigning shock. “Is the Boy Scout going back on his word so soon?”
“I agreed to stay out ofeach other’sbusiness interests. We are partners with the Primal Howlers out of Colorado in that grow operation. You’ll never get your hands on it.”
“You tell those Rocky Mountain assholes to cut their losses and stay the fuck out of my way. And I’ll say the same to you, Connor. You have one week to turn your operation over to me or I’ll start taking things that are even more precious to you.”
“You’re gonna regret you said that,” I growled before turning and walking away, my officers right beside me.
“What are we gonna do now?” Booker asked.
“First, I’m gonna buy my granddaughter a new giraffe stuffie. Then I’m gonna find a way to squash the fucking Gresham Spiders once and for fucking all.”
* * *
Teagan
“Teagan, we’re gonna be late for our reservation,” Cash complained.
“Oh, keep your pants on,” I sassed, stepping out of the bathroom.
“Jesus,” he hissed.
I frowned. “What?”
“You’re not really wearin’ that, are you?”
I glanced down at my deep green mini dress. It was one shoulder with a front diagonal cut-out and the only sleeve was semi-sheer. It fit me like a glove and the color complemented my red hair perfectly. I’d paired it with a strappy pair of gold sandals and a gold Louis Vuitton clutch I borrowed from my mother. “You hate it?”
“I love it, Turtle. The problem is, so will every other red-blooded, straight man we run into tonight.”
I grinned. “Then I’ve achieved my objective.”
He sighed. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I dropped the purse on the bed and ran my hands up his chest. “Now, I have a very important question for you.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
“Do I put on panties, or just leave them off?”
“Jesus, woman, are you not wearing panties?” he demanded, slipping a hand under my skirt and squeezing my butt.
“Currently, I’m not. So, what say you, big man? Stay without?”
He moved his hand to finger my clit and I gasped as he slid a finger inside of me. “Yeah, Turtle, give me easy access.”
