Page 65 of Forged in the Fire


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Wild curls accentuated the venom on her face.

She crossed her arms over her chest and the only thing the action did was draw attention to her tits.

This riot of a woman standing there glowering at me like I was responsible for the conflict she was in.

“Since you told me I need an escort wherever I go, I need a ride into town to pick up a few things.” Her voice was throaty and sultry and honed to a point meant to cut right through me.

All too eager, Dice let the metal grinder he was holding clatter to the worktop. “At your service, ma’am.”

“Not a fucking chance.” Didn’t mean for it to whip out like a snarl, but there it was.

Trevan chuckled as he turned back to his bike, mumbling, “That’s what I thought.”

A grunt of disapproval rolled out of Phoenix.

“Oh yeah.” Dice rocked his hips again.

Doubted the kid would try it if he knew what I was really about.

“You want your ass permanently kicked from the property, keep it up,” I warned.

The exuberance on his face melted into humiliation. “Sorry, Prez. Just messing around.”

“This shit isn’t a joke. Now get back to work. All of you.”

I turned my attention to Brinley who looked like maybe she was second-guessing her request with the animosity that clogged the atmosphere.

No question about it when I angled my head in the direction of my bike that rested like a vicious chariot in front of the far bay. “Let’s go.”

Shock blustered out of Trevan.

Yeah, it blustered out of me, too.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I shot him daggers.

I didn’t need any more of his bullshit. Not when I was clearly spiraling.

Brinley huffed out in disbelief and gestured at herself. “Do I look like I’m dressed to ride on a motorcycle?”

Yeah.

She definitely did.

That and my cock.

I angled my head. “You want a ride or not?”

Agitation bristled around her.

A hurricane gathering strength.

Then she basically stomped one of those heels and seethed, “Fine.”

I peeled myself out of my coveralls then slung into my cut.

I rarely went out without wearing it. Every asshole in this town needed to know who I was and what I represented, though they never got the full inside of what that meant.