A scowl flitted across his face. “This weekend; that’s when the fuck,” he snapped, and I knew from his tone and the hard set of his shoulders that this conversation was over.
A moment later he exited the room and I wondered what the hell was going on with him. However, all thoughts of that left my mind when I entered the bar a couple of minutes later to find J and Wilder watching the surveillance from the camera we had on the outside of the building.
J eyed me with a grin. “Get a look at this, brother.”
I stepped closer to the screen to see what they were watching. A dark haired woman stood in the car park and looked to be arguing with Nash over something. And she looked to be winning that argument.
“Looks like she’s giving Nash a piece of her mind,” J said with a snicker.
We watched them for another couple of minutes until I realised how agitated Nash was getting. When he took a step away from her and she followed, I knew the time had come to get involved.
J came with me, and when we reached them, Nash was saying – “Babe, we had nothing to do with the drugs your brother bought, so for fuck’s sake take your argument to whoever did.”
Now that I was able to get a good look at the woman, I saw she was only young – early twenties at the most. She wore shorts and a t-shirt, and tattoos covered her thighs and arms. Her long dark hair hung like wild chaos around her in a similar fashion to the anger she’d brought with her.
Her brows rose behind the dark glasses covering her eyes. “He told me he bought them from Storm and that he owed you money. I’ve come here today to pay you the goddamn money and to ask you…no, to fucking beg you, to stop selling him the drugs so he can try to get clean again.” While anger clothed her, desperation blazed between her words – her anxiety to clear the debt rang out loud and clear.
Nash opened his mouth to reply, but I spoke before he could. “Consider whatever debt he thought he had, cleared.”
Her mouth fell open for a moment before she snapped it closed and ripped her sunglasses from her face. Untrusting brown eyes glared back at me. “Bullshit. Bikers don’t just clear debts.”
“This one does.” Figuring she was far from the kind of woman to back down easily, I waited for her to continue the argument.
Shaking her head at me, she ran her fingers through her wavy hair. “Fuck,” she muttered. “Look, I’ve got shit to do so, for the love of God, will you just let me pay you?” Narrowing her eyes at me, she added, “Honestly, what kind of drug dealer turns money down?”
She was beginning to piss me off. I moved closer to her so I was in her space. Bending my face closer to hers, I said, “I’m - ”
Before I could get my words out, she kneed me in the balls and after placing her hands against my chest, shoved me hard so I stumbled backwards.
Fuck.
I hadn’t seen that coming and fuck if I’d let it go without giving her a piece of my mind.
Wild eyes stared at me, and her chest rose and fell hard and fast as she spat out, “Don’t fucking come that close to me again.”
Heat flushed through me as my body tensed with anger and pain. “You need to get the fuck off my property now and never come back. We don’t sell drugs here. Get your facts right before you come around accusing people of shit they didn’t do and if you ever fuckin’ touch my balls again, be prepared for the repercussions.” I fumed as I glared at her, waiting for her to leave.
She met my glare and didn’t let go. Instead of doing what I’d said, she grabbed an envelope out of her bag and slapped it into my hand. “I’m not accusing you of anything; I couldn’t give a shit what people do to make a living. All I want is the debt cleared and my brother left alone. You think you can manage that?”
J whistled. “Fuck, the girl’s got balls.”
I didn’t take my eyes off her. Either J was right or she was dumb as fuck; I was tending towards J being right. As we watched each other, a car pulled into the car park, pulling my attention away for a second.
Harlow.
She parked her car and made her way to where the four of us stood. Frowning, she asked, “What’s going on?”
“I was just leaving,” the girl muttered, taking a step back as she watched Harlow with the same level of distrust she’d looked at us with.
“You don’t need to leave on my account,” Harlow said. “I just dropped in for a quick hello; nothing important, so I can wait inside for you to be done.”
As she made a move to leave us, I snagged her around the waist and pulled her to me. “I won’t be long, sweetheart,” I said, my eyes holding hers. Fuck, whatever perfume she had on today smelt amazing.
A lazy smile spread across her face. Standing on her toes, she brushed a quick kiss across my lips. “See you soon,” she murmured before pulling out of my hold and walking inside.
My gaze followed her until I could no longer see her. Turning back to the girl, I snapped, “You should go.”
Her eyes glinted with displeasure. “My thoughts exactly,” she muttered before sweeping one last glare over all of us and turning to walk towards her car parked on the road.
The three of us watched her go before Nash looked at me and said, “Jesus fucking Christ, I hope to God we never see her again.”
“Yeah, you and Scott’s balls hope to never see her again,” J chipped in as he smirked.
I raked my fingers through my hair as the tension punched through my body. I’d been on edge when she arrived and she’d only amplified that. Holding up the envelope she’d given me, I said, “What’s the bet it was Keg who sold to her brother?”