“That’s awfully nice of you. Why don’t you come out and have a drink to celebrate,” he says, hanging up. I look at my cell, confused. Glancing up, I see the screen with the security camera pointed to where my sister is sitting, still with Marcus at the bar, but there’s now a third person with them. Blaze.
Just before I get to the door, my phone on my hip starts ringing, so I answer.
McPherson is on the other end. “Miss, there seems to be some men here that aren’t welcome.”
I hang up and quickly bring up the front of the club on my computer. I watch the news enough to know Blaze has a rival MC club. The clubs are always fighting each other in some way, and there are some members from each currently in jail.
One of the men walks in through the front door with two others beside him. From what I can see, it’s only Blaze in the club with his brother.
Who just so happens to be with my sister.
Fuck.
Running out of my office, I see my sister with Marcus and Blaze, and behind them to the left of the entrance is where two other members are from the rival biker club. I walk straight past my sister and to where McPherson is talking to the two guys.
Stopping in front of them, I offer them a simple smile. “Gentlemen.”
Two sets of greedy eyes turn to me.
“If you’re any indication of what’s in store… sign me up,” one mumbles.
I refuse to shake my head or tell him where he can shove his words. “It seems we are full tonight. But may I suggest a nearby neighboring club for you to attend?”
Both of them look to each other, then back to me.
“Now, now, girly, you wouldn’t be trying to kick us out, would you?” the one with dark eyes says as he pulls on his vest. The other one watches me with hooded eyes, and all I can do is offer a smile in return.
“Never, but as I said—” I turn to wave and my hand comes into contact with a hard body. Blaze’s eyes are sharp, and the scar on his eyebrow pinches as he looks at the two men in front of me.
“Is this why you won’t let us in?” one asks, not even looking at me anymore. His eyes are firmly on Blaze. “You let this scum in, but not us?” he questions, gritting his teeth, then shoots a daggered look down at me. “Silly girl.” He shakes his head.
“Seems we outnumber you, though,” the other says, looking around, then back to Blaze.
That’s when I hear the loud revving of motorcycle engines as Marcus walks up behind Blaze as well. Both sets of eyes go to him, and they seem to straighten up.
“Reap.”
They nod.
Hmmm, that’s interesting.
Blaze seems to think so too because his angry stare goes from them to his brother.
Marcus doesn’t say a word at the name they have just called him. Instead, he simply stands still behind his brother, letting him know he’s there if needed.
“Seems we aren’t wanted here.” Both sets of eyes flick to me again. “Our mistake,” one says while shaking his head.
“So, sorry, boys, maybe next time, or maybe not.” I smile.
They turn and walk out the front, the door closing behind them.
“You stupid fool,” Blaze whispers to me.
I straighten and turn to face him. “What did you just say?”
There’s anger evident on his face as his eyes turn to Marcus.
“You’re dealing with them again?” Blaze asks Marcus, to which he doesn’t answer, just walks away to where my sister is talking to Teddy at the bar.
I go to walk away, only he captures my wrist. “Office, now.” I pull my wrist free and go straight there, his footsteps are heavy behind me. Rochelle waves at me as I enter, and I smile back as I’m pushed in from behind rather harshly.
Asshole.
“Don’t you go near them. Don’t you talk to them,” Blaze says as he steps close to my face, his lips inches from mine. If I leaned forward, I could kiss him, and he wouldn’t be able to stop me. That’s how close we are.
Chapter Ten
Blaze
Kat backs away from me, taking her sweet lips with her. They’re painted a vibrant red tonight to match her red lace shirt.
“I’ve run this place long before you came along.” She crosses her arms over her chest in defiance, which naturally pushes her tits up higher. “Why didn’t you tell them it was your place?” she asks, probing further.
“Because,” I say, stepping back up to her. She takes a step away until her back touches the door. “If they knew this place was mine, they wouldn’t have just walked away. You would have more issues if they knew,” I say to her.
It’s true, Wretched MC, which is a stupid fucking name, are trouble. And they thrive on making mayhem wherever they go.
“They know you hang here, so I think the issue is still relevant.”
“Why did you have to walk so close to them,” I breathe over her. My fists tighten at my sides to stop myself from touching her.
“Oh, look at you. Are you trying to be protective? It’s cute, really.” She drops her head to the side while smirking at me. “I’ve been doing this long before you walked in that door, and I will be doing it long after you are gone.” She goes to push past me, but I block her way. “Move, Blaze.”
“No,” I growl.
Kat gives me an eye roll, and I want to spank her, so fucking badly.
Instead, I clench my fists harder.
“Do you plan to change how I run things?” Her voice picks up a notch. While she waits for my answer, her lips thin. She’s nervous I’ll change things, upset what she’s built here.
“Do you want me to?”
“No,” she answers straight away.
“Okay, then that’s sorted. You stay running things the way they are, and I’ll come in as I do to watch over you.”
“Watch me?”
“Yes, you’re interesting to watch. Even with all that damn attitude.”
Kat’s mouth opens, and just when I think she’s going to say something, she closes it again, but then she states, “Is that all?”
“No comeback! What’s going on?”
Someone knocks on the door behind her, making her jump straight into me. I grip her shoulders, holding her tight and lean down. She smells good. So fucking good. Without thinking, I lean forward and let my lips wander to the crook of her neck, which is exposed from her hair piled up high on her head. She smells like strawberries, and it takes everything in me to not bite her.
“Blaze.”
“Hmmm,” I say, my tongue darting out.
Kat shivers under my touch, and I have to control myself. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted something so sweet that I have to contain myself.
“Do you want to engage in warfare with me?” she asks, and I stop.
When I look back up to her, her eyes have gone a darker blue, and her breathing is heavy.
“Warfare,” I say through pursed lips. “Yes, warfare with you should be interesting.”
Another knock comes on the door, and she turns her body, coming back into contact with mine when she opens it.
“Are you coming out? It’s getting late,” Rochelle says through the door.