“I don’t have to take orders from you.”
There’s that fire in her that I saw yesterday on the side of the road.
“Woman,” I growl, clenching the phone in my hand tighter. “Got shit to do today. Ain’t got a lot of time. Get your damn carhere so we can change the spare out and be done with this shit. You don’t, I come have your car towed in.”
I should have just done that in the first place. It would have saved me the headache of dealing with this bullshit.
“Fine,” McKenna snaps and disconnects the call.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I sigh, frustration filling me. Not in the way it typically does. In this situation, I want nothing more than to take McKenna over my knee and watch as her ass turns a bright red from my hand.
My cock jerks at the thought, reminding me yet again of the woman that I seem to have a hard-on for.
“How long is this going to take?” McKenna demands, definitely looking like she just crawled out of bed.
The sight of her shorts that hardly cover her ass and a tank top that barely comes to her naval does nothing to help tame the hard-on I’ve got for her. To make matters worse, there’s no missing she’s not wearing a bra.
“Won’t take long,” I tell her while maneuvering the jack underneath the front to get the tire up enough to take it off. I hadn’t lied to her about my guys being busy. They were, and there wasn’t a bay open to bring the car into. I wanted this done ASAP so I can get on with what else I need to do today.
Like following after the lead we have on Kinley. We knew what Pyro’s mother had in the journals his dad gave us. We also knew what we’d been hearing around town, the brothel, and bar.
I try to ignore McKenna’s presence while taking care of the tire, but with her as close as she is, there’s no ignoring her.
“So, what do you do?” I find myself asking between taking each lug nut off.
“I’m a stripper,” she answers, not having a care in the world that she’d just said it. Like she was proud of it.
There’s nothing wrong with being a stripper. I’ve enjoyed watching more than one show where girls dance on the pole. Hell, I’ve seen some phenomenal dances. It takes guts for some women to get on stage and strip down to nothing.
“Which club do you dance for?”
“Leon’s Essence.”
I heard of the club. I also knew who Leon was. What I don’t get is what one of his girls would be doing all the way out here. Leon Risberg wasn’t a man you screwed with. He was the son of Hel, and no one messed with him or they’d find themselves up shit’s creek. No one messed with Hel’s son because she was as protective as any mother. They also didn’t mess with Leon, knowing if you were on his bad side, he’d rain hell on you himself.
“If you work there, what are you doing so far away? Taking a vacation?”
“Something like that,” she mumbles.
The way she says it, I’m betting there’s more to the story. Mostly she’s not going to share.
“Right.”I get the tire off and stand with it in my hands. “Stay out here. I’ll be back in a few.”
I don’t need her coming into the shop and getting in the way. With the way she’s dressed, there’s no telling what will happen. My guys don’t need the distraction.
From where I’m working, getting the old tire off the rim, I can see her standing there looking lost. Watching her, there’s no missing that she’s upset about something. Whether it’s the fact I made her bring her ass up here after waking her up or something else entirely. Didn’t matter, the look was there on her face.
I didn’t like it.
Which is a new feeling for me.
I don’t worry about those who are not family or club. This woman is definitely not either and won’t be.
Turning away from McKenna’s direction, I get the new tire blown on the rim and finish up. It’s time to get this woman out of here and away from me. I’ve more important shit to be doing anyhow.
“Nothing,” Brimstone snarls and slams his fist on the side of the door frame.
To say my brother was pissed would be an understatement. He’s livid and has every right to be.
