CHAPTER FIVE
–FATAL –
“Then explain,” I grit and tighten my arm around the woman who is clinging to me.
Normally, I hate clingy bitches.Cunts always want something, and yet the soft curves pressing against my hard body have me wanting something from her instead.Mainly her cunt for my cock to pound.
Sevrin sighs and glances at Norie.“You need to be with your family.Others will exploit you the same way you’ve probably been earning your money.What line of work have you been doing with your skills?Security?Detective shit?Functioning as a human lie detector?Which line of work did you push yourself, or others force you into?”
I draw his attention back on me when I tell him, “It’s her own business how she makes her money.Besides, she’s the club’s property since she had her nose stuck in the books of our brewery.She’s gone through details no one besides the club should know about.”
Fucking hell, the things he mentioned are definitely perks to keep her here.Possibilities are endless to get an upper hand in lots of shit, past and future.Not to mention, it’s also a huge red flag for the stuff she has in her brain when it comes to the books she checked at the brewery.We have a tiny book for all the club shit entangled with the official books and she had both out of the safe.This, along with her ability to put two and two together, makes her a threat to the club.
“All the more reason for us to take her off your hands,” he fires back.
Yeah, that’s not happening, her curves feel too damn fine against my body.“She stays right the fuck here, Sevrin.And let’s get one thing very clear.I called you because of the similarities between you and Norie.Turns out, my gut feeling was right and it opened a can of worms she needs to process.”
“Preferably alone, and with a load of coffee,” Norie mutters from beside me, making the corner of my mouth twitch.
Her reaction, along with the fact she’s still pressing her lush body against mine, shows she’s picking me over Sevrin and Swade.Good thing she doesn’t know about my intentions, ’cause for sure as fuck I’m not doing it out of the goodness of my cold, dead heart.
The room falls eerily silent as we all find ourselves at a standoff.
Seconds tick by until Sevrin grits, “One week.Seven damn days.We’ll be back here.”He pulls out a card and offers it to Norie.“My number.Call any time or day.”
Norie takes the piece of paper and shoves it in her bag.Sevrin shoots Swade another glare and turns around to stalk out of church taking Karev, his VP, along with him.
A moment later we hear the door of the clubhouse fall shut, and it’s then Swade roars, “Like fuck I’ll let him take her away in a few days.”
“The her in question will be long gone by then,” Norie snaps and steps away from me.
Swade shakes his head.“You can’t leave.They will track you down.Your mother, she...”
Norie points an accusing finger at him.“Shut up about her.I’m not ready to talk about whatever you two did.Fucking hell, I don’t even want to think of my mother as the other woman...screwing a married man.”
“She wasn’t,” Swade gently states.“We had a one-night stand before Lace and I were getting serious.I wanted more, your mother didn’t...it’s why I asked Lace to marry me instead, hoping Senna would change her mind.She didn’t.”
I remember my father telling me about the early days when Swade was a prospect.He drank a lot and Lace’s family came from old money.She only married him to piss off her family, a family who disowned her.
Her family recently lost their fortune due to bad investments; it’s why she wanted to pluck Swade like a chicken to get every damn penny from the brewery.Their marriage was bound to fail from the start.Lace tried to take the brewery because it was the only thing Swade bought after she signed the prenup.No wonder the man asked the club to step in when his wife wanted a divorce.
Norie wrinkles her nose.“What kind of fucked-upness is that?Why did you marry Lace and then hire my mother as a housekeeper?Talk about some twisted mental torture to see the woman you want day in day out while being married to the second choice.Add me into the mix...motherfucker, I really need coffee, and I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Lace wasn’t even a second choice,” Swade mutters.
Norie looks like she’s a breath away from flipping her shit.
I grab her elbow and tell Swade, “Go to the brewery.Get some work done and don’t swing by the clubhouse until I say so.”
His expression tells me he wants to defy my order, but instead he stomps out of church.Letting Norie go, I kick the door closed and grab my phone to shoot a message to a prospect.
Turning my attention back at Norie, I point at a chair and snap, “Sit.”
