Closing my fingers into my palm, I willed myself to stay calm.
“Gypsy is well within her rights to ask to search our property,” Sylvia said smoothly. “My bag is in the back room, it’s the burgundy oversized one.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Have at it. I have nothing to hide.”
“I don’t.. I…” Kelly blustered
I was tired of her fake outrage. “Fine.” I pulled myself up to my full height, all five feet of it and glared at her. Yes, I was a tiny woman, but I gave a good glare. Especially when I was mad. And the woman in front of me was making me livid. “Remove yourself from behind the bar please, Kelly. Sylvia, can you grab her bag for her please?”
“B-but...”
“But nothing, you’re fired, Kelly. I want you out of my bar in the next five minutes.” Behind me, I could hear Sylvia heading towards the back room, but I didn’t look behind me. I kept my eyes on the girl before me who had just started to cry.
“You...can’t...just...fire me,” she hiccupped theatrically, and I fought back the urge to roll my eyes. She was a good actress. I would give her that.
“Fang is in charge here.” She sidled up to him, her arms sliding around his waist. “I’m not fired, am I, Fang?”
“Of course not darling...”
Sylvia pushed the bag into my hands. It was heavy. Really heavy. Much heavier than it should have been.
Shaking my head, I dropped the bag over the bar right at their feet. Whatever was in it smashed on impact. Glass and amber coloured liquid spilled out over the floor. Fang looked down at it and then at me. His face was slack with shock.
“Time to drink up, gentleman. The bar is now closed.” Lifting my eyes to meet Fang's, I frowned. “I’ll be sending the club the bill for any missing items, and from now on this is my bar. You have no say in who I employ. I suggest you keep your club whores back at the clubhouse.”
10
Fang
She had humiliated me,called me out in front of my men and that was something I couldn't forgive.
How she had handled the Kelly situation was unforgivable. Yes, the girl had been stealing and Gypsy had every right to fire her on the spot, but to drop that bag full of stolen liquor at my feet? That had been uncalled for and it had sent a clear message.
Gypsy thought she was the boss of me.
Part of me admired her fighting spirit. A very small part. Not that I would ever tell anyone that.
“Sorry, Prez, I tried to stop her.” Pope's face was flushed as he pushed open my office door.
For a moment I had no clue what the hell was happening, and then Gypsy appeared. Her face was murderous, her tanned legs hidden under a layered dress that reminded me of what Darcie had turned up wearing a few times. It was the kind of dress that covered almost every inch of a woman and yet was somehow the most sexual thing in the world.
“You changed your hair?”
The blonde with multicoloured streaks was gone, and in its place, the hair braided down over Gypsy's shoulder was blue, a bright summer's day blue.
“It looks good on you.”
“We need to talk.” She ignored my compliment totally. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are but...”
My eyes left her to meet Pope’s apologetic gaze. He gave a small nod and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“Why don’t you take a seat, Gypsy.” It wasn’t a question.
She blustered, her hands twisting. “I don’t want to take a seat; I want to know why you have decided to tell one of your goons that he can work in my bar.”
“Our bar,” I corrected. “And take a seat.” I motioned with my hand to the chair opposite my desk. “I don’t want to sit down, Fang, I told you-”
My patience snapped. She told me? Something must have shown on my face because Gypsy sank down into the chair. Her blonde eyebrows slammed down over her eyes as she glowered at me.
“I know what you told me, Gypsy, but this is my bar as well and I want him there. To keep an eye on things.”
