She doesn’t.
“I would say you can do whatever you want,” I answer Addyson like Sin never said a word.
Sin’s gaze snaps toward me, but I’m not looking at her. I can’t. Not with my Tempest in the room.
“You can’t be serious,” Sin gapes.
That has my attention. When I look at the club angel who has forgotten her place, my eyes narrow. “As if this little display wasn’t bad enough, you want to add disrespecting me, and my word, to your list of fuckups?”
Realizing the depth of her troubles, Sin goes pale as she shakes her head. She takes a step back from me as if it would be enough to stop the inevitable.
“I-I-I,” she stutters, “I didn’t mean that.”
“I’m sure you didn’t,” Addyson snorts.
Sin glares at my woman and it’s about all I’m going to take. When I stand up, Sin’s eyes turn toward me again. I’m about to lay into her and then kick her the fuck out.
Before I can, Rampage walks in like it’s his office and not mine. Which is wild because I know it’s mine.
“Uh oh,” he practically giggles as he looks between the women. “My god, Sin,” his voice is overly dramatic, “you need to put on some clothes. And I’m saying that as someone who fucked you like,” he pauses and tilts his head to the side slightly, “maybe seven hours ago.”
Addyson throws her hands up and exclaims, “Thank you! I was just about to take care of that little problem.” She lets out an exasperated huff and looks at me, “This is what I was talking about.”
“I’d say it’s a big problem,” Rampage holds his hands out in front of his chest to indicate giant tits.
Sin stares at the floor, trying to look small or go unnoticed. It’s not going to help her.
Addyson slaps Rampage’s shoulder with the back of her hand and bites out, “No. Rude.”
The big, bad biker, my VP, hangs his head and shoots my woman a sheepish as fuck smile. I’m tempted to shoot him right between the eyes.
The blowback would make a mess, sure, but that’s part of the fun of having prospects.
“I’m seeing it now, Tempest,” I assure her. She nods and purses her lips. “But her chances are up anyway.”
I’m about to call Ripper into my office so he can escort Sin to get her shit before being escorted off our property, but my phone and Rampage’s phone goes off at the same time. I pull mine out to find Duckie calling me while Rampage looks to see who is calling him.
We answer at the same time.
“Prospect?” He questions.
“Duckie, what’s going on?”
“Prez,” Duckie barks out, “I’m a little ways down from the clubhouse. You’ll never guess who is talking to Buckley at the gate right now.”
Well.
Fuck.
My eyes immediately go to Addyson.
“Got it,” I bite out before hanging up on my brother.
He’ll get himself into place to have an eye on the situation, of that I have no doubt. He won’t be the only one moving into position.
Rampage hangs up after grunting into the phone. He looks at me, his voice rough but with a giddy edge like he’s been waiting for some action, “Dirty cop is at the gate.”
I nod at him and then toward Sin, “Get Road Rage to escort her to her room, get her shit packed, and then out of the compound.”
