“No brother, I don’t. Ice is the right man for the job. He has the right level of attitude, and the right level of cool and crazy. Snake is too hot headed, he’s a fucking loose cannon.” He takes another long drink from his bottle before slamming it down on the table and lighting up a smoke. “I had to be a little brutal when I explained why he wasn’t picked. The arsehole tried to tell me that he doesn’t trust you or Ice, that I made a mistake bringing you here.”
I scoff out a half laugh; the fucker doesn’t know me. He hasn’t even tried to get to know me and he’s trying to oust me. Nitro must see my face change; he bangs his hand on the table pulling my attention back to him.
“I told him to take a long ride and cool off before coming back here. I won’t have him speaking to me like that, and I won’t have him questioning my decisions, bringing you here was the right move, you’re exactly what this Club needs, don’t ever fucking doubt that,” he bites out.
I give him a small nod before downing what’s left of my beer in my first bottle, and then taking a long drink from my second one.
“I don’t doubt it brother, but I can’t lie, his attitude leaves a sour taste in my mouth.” I settle back in my chair, the bottle hanging between two fingers as I let it swing back and forth. “So, wanna tell me how we managed to get one of the Poisoned Devils in our basement, and what the plan is?”
Nitro smirks, then stands, indicating for me to follow. He leads me out of Church and out through the front door down the side of the clubhouse. The weather is beginning to change, the nights are getting a little cooler and the leaves are changing from green to yellow.
I breathe in the fresh air, my body tingles, not from the cold, but from the excitement I feel knowing that we have one of the Devils here, knowing what he’s facing. This is what I live for as a Sergeant at Arms, only I’m not SAA anymore, I’m VP and the honour of breaking someone lies with Ice and his team.
The basement is cold, dark, and damp. We keep it that way for a reason, we want our‘guests’to feel uncomfortable, we don’t want them to feel at ease down here. The chances are if they make it down here it’s unlikely, they’ll make it back out.
As I step through the door, I see Ice standing against the side wall, his arms folded over his chest, his face giving nothing away. Tongue stands in the middle of the room, his imposing form hovering over a beaten and semi-conscious man tied to a chair.
Nitro steps to the side of the chair to get a better view and I take my position right next to Ice, giving him a chin lift as I match his stance, my eyes locked on Tongue. I’ve heard so many things about him, about the things he can do, but this is the first time that I get to witness it, and I’m ready for it.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
I haven’t seen Wrath for six days, but his fucking prospect hasn’t left my side or at least my vicinity since. I thought after he walked away that I wouldn’t see either of them again. I felt the change in his body on the ride over here, and then the look in his eyes when he looked at me. He’d decided for whatever reason that he was done. I’d wanted to argue with him, wanted to tell him to give us a chance, but the look in his eyes had me holding back. I mean what would I even say? He blows so fucking hot and cold I don’t know which way to take him, I don’t know what he wants from me.
I get up from my desk and stretch, I’ve been sat here for more than five hours editing and my body definitely does not thank me for it. Needing to clear my head and ease my body I shut down my laptop and grab my things before heading off to the local Yoga studio.
The tension in my body has eased after my session but my mind hasn’t. Throughout the entire hour, two of the women in the session kept glancing my way, I’d tried to ignore them, but the longer we were there the more they seemed to look.
Not in the mood to play games I stand just outside the entrance, my shoulder leaning on the wall as I wait for them toleave. I only have to wait a few minutes before they both step through the door. Before they have a chance to react, I step in front of them, stopping them in their tracks.
“You girls want to explain what seems to be so interesting about me?” I raise an eyebrow at them both waiting for one of them to answer. The younger long-haired brunette looks to her friend and then shrugs, turning back to me she smiles.
“You’re the girl that has been with Wrath?”
I don’t say anything, I’m a little stunned. I didn’t think anyone knew about him and me, other than the prospect. I swallow, not really sure how to respond. But the other of the two woman holds out her hand to me. “I’m Maria, this here is Georgia-Rae. We’re part of the Soulless Knights. Wrath is still a new brother so of course his life is talk of the club, and of course that makes you the talk of the club.” She gives me a watery smile and I let out a sigh.
Of course, they know about me, the men in these MC’s are bigger gossips then school children.
“So what? You just thought that you would stalk me?”
I shake my head and turn away. I’m too tired for this shit, not waiting for them to respond I walk away leaving them standing on the street outside of the yoga studio.
“Wait,” I hear them yelling as I reach my car, my hand grips the handle just as they reach me, one of them placing a hand on my shoulder. I stop and turn to face them.
“What?” I ask.
“Let’s go for coffee, please?” Maria asks. She glances to Georgia-Rae and then back to me, they both give me warm smiles.
I shake my head knowing that Wrath won’t want me getting to know them. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea…”
They both laugh, actually fucking laugh and I can’t work out if it pisses me off or not.
“Look, Marissa, is it?” She poses it as a question, but I’m fully aware she knows my name. She knows more about me than she’s letting on, but I play along and nod anyway. “You don’t seem the type to be comfortable being told what to do. We’re heading to Knights Café, think about meeting us there?” They both give me a smile before walking away and climbing into a car on the corner. I watch them drive away, their words swirling around inside my head as I climb into my car and start the engine.
She was right when she said I don’t seem the type to like being told what to do. I’m not, I’ve never been one for taking orders or doing what I’m told. I find myself pulling up a few buildings down from the Café.
I shut off the engine, but I don’t move. I just sit in my car wondering what the fuck has gotten into me. I can’t help but wonder if I’m sat here because I don’t like being told what to do, or if I’m sitting here because there’s a part of me hoping that Wrath will be here.
