I stalked toward him, shoving my palm into his chest, and pushing him back through a door behind us. The door slammed shut and I was suddenly pushed up against the wall and kissed for all I was worth.
“Mornin’, Turtle,” he whispered once we came up for air.
“Why are you being such a dick?”
“Pick your reason, T. I was forced to get my ass up before the crack of dawn, and my work is now babysitting you three because you decided to fuck around and find out.”
“I didn’t ask Hatch to do any of that. I also didn’t ask him to ‘babysit’ you, so how about you calm the hell down.”
“Haven’t even had my first cup of coffee and you’re bustin’ my chops?”
“You’re standing here blaming me for something I didn’t do,” I pointed out.
He raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t buy a fake ID in order to get into a club?”
“I didn’t ask Hatch to make you come this morning,” I corrected.
“Yeah, well, your decisions seem to lead to me havin’ to do shit I don’t have time to do, so how about you think a little more before you do them, huh?”
I hissed out a quiet snarl. “You know what? You don’t have to worry about any of my decisions. Go fuck yourself.”
I pulled open the door and rushed back out to the lobby.
“Teagan!” Cash called.
“What?” I snapped.
“You need gloves and shit.” He grinned like an asshole. “Which are in here.”
“You better not ask me to make you food or drink today,” I warned, walking back toward him. “I know where they keep the rat poison.”
“Noted,” he said before making small, sharp sucking noises through his teeth like the rodent he was.
* * *
Cash
“Cash!” Hatch called and I looked his way. “My office. Now.”
“Oooh, someone’s in trouble,” Tillie mocked.
“Shut it,” I snapped.
“Don’t be a dick,” Teagan bossed, and I gave her an eyeroll before heading down the hall to my president’s office.
“Close the door,” Hatch said, sitting behind his desk.
“What’s up?” I asked, once I’d taken a seat across from him.
“What’s this about an unsanctioned sojourn into Spiders’ territory yesterday?”
“It was personal,” I said.
“Don’t care if it was life or fuckin’ death, kid, you don’t go into Gresham without letting your captain or me know about it.”
I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and it was none of his goddamn business, but that would be club suicide, so I kept my mouth shut.
“So, again,” Hatch continued. “What the fuck were you doin’ in Gresham?”
