It was driving him nuts.
“You did what?!” Professor Firecracker’s voice boomed, and then she burst out of Dasher’s room and stalked toward us. “You’re selling it back,” she said to Slasher, getting something out of her bag. When she slammed it on the bar, I saw it was a checkbook. “Right now.”
Slasher chuckled, grabbed the checkbook and threw it back in her bag. “Not gonna happen, kitten.”
Her eyes were furious as she craned her neck to keep her gaze level with his. “I think I’ve established I’m not a kitten, Mister Slasher, and you are giving my parents’ house back.”
“I have a better offer for you, kitten. Why don’t you sell me your precious half, and I’ll pay you full in cash?” Slasher tracked her with voracious eyes, waiting for her to come back at him, the rest of the brothers, spare Dasher, amused.
She took a deep breath, her tits rising bigger. “How much are you offering?”
I cocked a brow. She was giving up that easily? It didn’t make any sense.
Slasher adjusted his cut into place, throwing a victorious glance my way, his irises dilated. “I got Dasher’s for a hundred grand. I’ll throw another fifty for yours.” He smiled and leaned into her. “That’s an offer even you can’t turn down.”
She smiled back. “I’m a sensible person after all, right?”
“Yeah. Get a contract ready, Mad Dog.”
“Yes, Prez.” I started to Church.
“Just get the deed. The money will be on the same table where you sign,” he told her.
“Just a second, Mister Mad Dog,” she said, and I halted. Mister Mad Dog? That shit went straight to my cock. I glanced at Slasher, and his stance was more aggressive as if he were about to murder someone. He must have liked it too when she called him Mister Slasher. Knowing him, I’d say he hated that she addressed me in the same way. Fuck. Now, he’d take it out on me.
She brought back her checkbook, scribbled something, and then she cut off a check and gave it to him.
He rolled his eyes. “What the fuck is this?”
“Three hundred thousand dollars. Double what you generously would pay,” she said. “I’m offering you a decent, sensible solution only an idiot would turn down, Mister Slasher.”
I lifted a fist to my mouth, covering a snicker. Professor Firecracker wasn’t an easy deal.
Slasher snatched the check from her and crunched it in his hand. “I am not selling.”
He wasn’t? That was crazy.
“What?” she squeaked. “Then youarean idiot.”
“Watch your tongue, Princess.”
She stepped forward. Dasher held her arm, but she shrugged him off. “Or what?”
Slasher took it out on the check in his grip, tearing it off into a thousand pieces. “Provoke me all you want. I’ve never laid a hand on a woman before. I won’t start now, not even because of you.” He threw the pieces in the air, spun and plopped down on a couch.
She went after him and sat on the opposite couch. “You will take the deal because I’m not leaving here until you do.”
He spread his arms around the worn out leather. “You will stay forever then.”
“So be it.”
“What? No.” Dasher stood between the two. “You can’t stay here. It’s not… safe.”
She crossed her legs. “Why not? Haven’t you all been singing about how you’re nothing but gentlemen running legitimate businesses and an innocent motorcycle club? I should be perfectly safe here.”
“You are,” Slasher said and looked at the VP. “You know she is.”
“See?” She smiled at her brother, whose face went dark. Her gaze went over to Terror and Inferno. “Could any of you gentlemen bring my suitcase from the car in your garage please?”
