“Why did he leave?” Drew pressed.
“Because the captain was dirty and Bow wouldn’t work for him,” Tracker replied.
“Fair enough. He’ll need to go on a retraining course,” Drew said.
“You can tell him that, my job is to get Bow here.” Tracker smirked and walked away. “Give him the other enforcer position, too.”
Inglorious snorted. “Nice to be fuckin’ consulted!” he yelled after Tracker, who flipped him the bird. “You can have SAA, asshole!”
Tracker stumbled and turned and glowered at Inglorious, who grinned in return. “Teach you a lesson, motherfucker.”
I began laughing as Tracker’s amusement faded and he realised he was stuck with SAA.
“What the fuck?” he demanded, looking at Inglorious like he’d pissed in Tracker’s boots.
“Laugh it up, dumb-ass,” Inglorious retorted, and turned to Nanci.
“Son of a bitch!” Tracker exclaimed. “Hey, I don’t want it.”
“Tough shit,” I replied and sat my ass down. Somehow, my mood improved at Tracker’s distress.
“You both suck,” Tracker howled.
“Lame!” Nanci and I retorted together and high-fived one another.
Tracker stomped from the room, muttering about retribution. I wasn’t worried; I could take him anytime.
Amy
In the daylight, my poor car looked battered. The paint had peeled back, and there were scorch marks everywhere. Vortex assured me that Hellfire MC would work its magic and return it as good as new. I hoped so. Despite being a few years old, it was reliable and steady.
“What are you doing?” I asked, sitting next to Vortex. He was frowning, looking over a plan.
“Sorting out the teams for Capture the Flag,” he replied.
“I love that game!” I exclaimed and bent over his arm. Vortex smirked and shifted, and I found myself in his lap. His eyes met mine, full of warmth and something else. Desire?
“Don’t wriggle too much, babe,” he warned teasingly, and I smiled before I realised what he meant. There was a definite lump growing in his jeans. “He won’t bite, he just wants to say hello,” Vortex said.
“He?”
“Yup, my cock has a mind of its own.”
“Does he now?” I asked, amused. “And does he have a name?”
Vortex eyed me sideways. “If I speak it, he’ll want recognition.”
I burst into laughter. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah.” Vortex nodded solemnly.
“Whisper his name in my ear,” I murmured in his.
“Jackhammer.”
I paused before laughing hard. “Because he fucks like a jackhammer?” I giggled.
“Yup. See how much attention he’s demanding right now?” Vortex murmured, and I looked down at his lap. The bulge had grown much larger.
