Rawlings grunts, looking at Tessa.
“Any ideas from you?”
“I’m in favor of whatever is going to deep fry some birds. They’ve taken too much and involved too many lives. Compromise on something. But time is not a friend right now.” Tessa agrees with Memphis.
“So compromise on what?” Rawlings lights up another cigarette, this man is going to die of lung cancer before a bullet can hit him.
But I don’t think Memphis got that far in thinking, he just wanted to keep the peace. If the Falcons don’t know we have Cedric, time may be on our side.
“We’ll have 24 hours to come up with alternatives. And if we can’t then we’ll,” the words are beginning to be hard, “We’ll go with her plan. As much as it pains me.”
She has this cocky grin on her face. She was getting her way, and being absolutely smug about it. But little does she know I’m not going to allow that to happen.
Rawlings grunts and gives a nod, “24 hours. But it comes to a board vote. I’m sorry ladies, but board only.”
The heat that rises in their eyes could blind a man.
Rawlings’ interrupts their heated stares and unspoken curses, holding a hand up to stop them. “Strictly club business. But I’ll make another deal, once we have a plan, we’ll bring you ladies and Cedric into the mix and if it needs to be adjusted, you’ll have your say.”
It’s more than fair. Tessa’s anger cools down, but Charlotte’s eyes still furrow.
Not afraid to take care of the attitude.
Within moments the meeting ends, and after conversations some tempers are soothed out and others, not so much.
“Cedric, you’re with me, we’ll get you set up here.” D.R ushers Cedric out the door. We had agreed that the man would stay on the property giving him some shield of protection until all this ends. He’ll pull his weight around though.
Charlotte lets go of his hand and she tries to move away. I quickly snatch her, tossing her over my shoulders. With a squeak and brutal hands, she starts to thrash on my back.
“Fucking asshole, put me down!” she screams.
I remain silent, giving her no answers. Her and I need to have another talk. One that she has already heard, but I guess it’s time to remind her.
“Keola Eli Johnson! If you don’t put me down,” she tries to threaten. But it just adds to the amount of things that I’m pissed about.
I still don’t say anything. I’m not going to add to her fire. I wish I could say her struggle and her smartass mouth didn’t turn me on, but I would be lying. No more is that bashful woman that gets flustered at every movement. And honestly, there’s a part of me that doesn’t miss that.
Chapter 40
Keola
Shestrugglesinmygrasp. I take every hit and kick. The tempting thought of just binding her hands grows stronger. She has pushed every boundary and thinks she can get her way. We make our way to the barn where a couple other members are sparing but seeing me with her over my shoulders sends them scattering with a close of the doors.
I plant her ass in an empty chair, the chair almost tilts over with the force I give her, she tries to stand back up, but I push on her shoulders.
Little purple wisps of her hair frame her face, but her face says everything I need to know.
She’s pissed.
Join the club, angel.
She stays in the chair, folding her arms across her chest, squeezing her perfect tits. I have to shake the thought of taking them into my mouth out of my head.
“Want to explain to me what the hell that was in that room?” I start to question her.
She looks down at the floor, circling her foot on the floor. A slight brattiness in her body language. She purses her lips. “You’re not helping your cause with your silent tantrum,” I remind her. I pull a chair from the side, sitting in front of her.
We’re not leaving this barn until we are on the same page.
