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After not answering, he decided for me. “I've already made a few calls and have a team ready today to replace your windows on the first few floors. They can also replace your gate with bulletproof slatting. If that doesn’t get done, you’re asking for someone to drive up, stick a barrel through your gates, and play bullet ping-pong with a few of your skulls.” He deadpans.
I hear shuffling, a grunt, and a phone hitting the floor. I listen and hear her, and fuck me… even the distant sound of her voice has me hard as fuck. My hand goes to my zipper, pushing down on my dick to relieve some of the pressure, which is becoming uncomfortable as shit. Fuck. I continue to listen to the muffled sound of Bellamy yelling at her brother for being an insensitive prick. I chuckle because they sound like little fucking kids.
“Fuck Bell, I was goddamned kidding; you better be glad you’re my sister, you little elf demon…. Fuck, that shit hurt… Motherfucker, you leave any bruises, I’m telling mom. I swear I will. Call me a pussy, but I will be the biggest tattle tell in the history of tattle tells. And I will enjoy all the rewards of being her baby… Fuck, stop hitting me, you little shit…”
I hear another grunt and some shuffling, then more muffled words. Blaze says something in agreement, and I hear a click that sounds like a door closing. He clears his throat, and I try not to laugh at his grumbling. Blaze doesn’t skip a beat when he gets back on the phone.
“Not having it there, the bulletproof glass to cover the slates leaves your entrance exposed…” He sighs and lets out a sound of exasperation. “I need to make your facility as impenetrable as possible. Can we meet so we can discuss this further? The demon… I mean… Bellamy will talk to you and your Prez about us hunkering down with you there. There has been some movement from the Rossi’s. Bellamy and my mother think they are gearing up to come for the girl. Their correspondence has been slim to none, a clue in itself, but what we’ve learned says they’re leaning that way. So yeah, the two of them want our team to be close, keeping the girl safe.”
Exasperation seeps into his words. He doesn’t want to be around us more than necessary, and his sister and mother are not of that same mind. My dick jumps because why not think inappropriate shit and get hard knowing she will be here for the foreseeable future. I smirk, thinking about how much fun it will be to tame my little tornado.
“Yeah, man, give me a minute. You want to head over this afternoon so we can discuss everything...” This will probably not go over well, but I want him to know. “Blaze, listen, on another note. I wanted to say that I’m sorry about how things played out the other night...” His scoff cuts off my apology.
“Listen, for my team, this is a job. My sister may have wanted something else before that night, but... things didn't go as planned.” He sighs, and I hear shuffling and a door click.
“My sister is hard-headed as fuck. She doesn't just let things happen. She makes them. She’s impatient, impulsive, and a pain in my ass. She went there with good intentions, and I know that. But the way shit played out… When she let people in, she gives them her all. So, to say that shit fucked with her is an understatement. Unlike me, she wanted to give him and his kids a chance. And you saw how that went down up close and personal. As much as I want to say, I told her so. I’m giving her time to process and deal with everything in her way.” There is a long pause. I pull my phone from my ear to ensure the call hasn’t dropped. I put it back to my ear, and Blaze speaks again,
“Now we are potentially going to be stuck together for however the fuck long, and I… I'd appreciate it if you all gave us some time and space, especially her. Don’t push her. And for fuck's sake, don’t apologize for them. No offense to you, but your apology means shit to me. You might get her panties all steamy…”
Oh shit, well, I guess that answers that.
He chuckles. “I might be her brother, my man, but I got eyes and saw with the limited interaction you two had, shit’s not just… Anyway, I will warn you as I have every fucker who thought he could contend with the little de… I mean, fuck it… Yes, she is a fucking demon. I will melt your eyes out literally if you fuck her over. So, if you think you can handle her, good luck. Also, I may have researched you, Xavier Taz Highland, so I know everything there is to know about you, your history, and your family.” And I don’t miss the warning in his voice. I understand he’s saying all this, so I know his sister is not to be fucked with, or there will be problems.
Oh, baby girl, you better be ready for me.
It sounds like he is moving around, and I hear a door click, and he continues, “If I'm honest, I knew that family wasn't shit…” Okay, the change in topic was quick as shit. “I love my sister. Her happiness means the world to me. I held my tongue and bit the bullet for her, but now, well, I’m more than willing to handle things. And by a handle, I mean fuck shit up. Just so we are clear.” He takes another deep breath. He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before he continues.
“Let me be obvious. My sister and my mother are my world. I’ll never allow anyone to hurt them. Not even him. He lost any right to speak to her after that shit show that night. And I can guarantee you one thing. He lost the last bit of respect I had for him.” Well, damn, can’t say I’m not surprised by what he’s saying. If it were my sister, I’d feel the same way.
Clearing my throat. “I get what you are saying, and I respect that. I know that night was bad. And Prez was out of line, and I told him that shit was fucked. With that being said, he is a good man, and with everything going on, I hope you and Bellamy can see past all the emotional family shit. I hope that once everything with the contract bullshit is said and done, you are both somewhat willing to sit down and hash out all your shit. There was a lot left unsaid and unresolved. I know Prez is sorry for his part in it all. And as far as your sister and me…” I rub my hand over my bald head and take a breath. “Regarding your sister and me, I don’t know what it is, but you’re not wrong. There is something there… This is weird as shit. But I would never disrespect her. That much is a fact.” Blaze says nothing on the other line, but I can hear him breathing, so I know he’s still there and heard me.
Not trying to be too pushy, I leave it at that. We’ll meet later this afternoon to discuss any changes that may need to be made. I take a deep breath, ignoring the fact that since hearing her voice, my dick is still trying to penetrate through my jeans to find its home. Her, I know, and so does he.
Shit, it's going to be a long ass day if I don’t get my shit together. Rubbing my hand over my head again. I still have work to do.
The garage is always balls to the wall this time of year. Luckily, we aren’t backed up. I've got a couple of cars and bikes due to go out today. With summer so damn close, people want their shiny new toys ready to show off. Southern Maine is active during the summer and fall months–Vacation Land. Folks love to come up and clog up the turnpike and beaches under the guise of vacationing. The money is good, and dealing with a few pricks isn’t bad. We also own a few tourist attractions that keep cash flowing. I’d planned to stop at a few during lunch, but I’ll do that another day. I will also need to check in with the bar at the pier in Old Orchard.
Damn, this shit with Princess couldn't have come up at a different time. We finally got from up under the fucking Greeks. Summer is coming, and we’ll be spread thin with the new security firm. Now this shit.
Heading out of the club, I stop and speak to a few brothers, letting them know the plan for the week, leaving out the part about Blaze coming this afternoon. I hop on my bike and make my way toward the gate. The prospect steps out of the guard shack, looking a little green, when he sees me coming to a stop.
“Prospect? You okay, kid?”
The little shit looks like he is about to shit himself, and I chuckle at him as he looks around, like someone is going to pop out or some shit.
“Umm… Y... Yes, VP, what can I do for you, sir?”
I let out a bark of laughter. I like this kid. He’s a good one, strong, smart, but the fucker is a little too damn skittish. We’ll get him up to par.
“Calm down, kid. I have some visitors coming in this afternoon.” He lets out a sigh, and his shoulders sag in relief.
“Blaze, Prez’s kid… not sure who will be with him. Text me when he gets here. If I’m not back in time or you get relieved, make sure whoever relieves you text me. I don’t want them standing around with his thumb up his ass.” I say with a stern look on my face.
The prospect gives me a jerky nod in acknowledgment and takes a few steps back. I shake my head, sliding my glasses on, and I take off.
Fuck, it feels good to be out on my bike. The last two weeks have had me in my cage more than I’d like. So, this twenty-minute drive to the shop is a welcome reprieve. Thinking about the meeting, I’ve decided against letting Prez know Blaze would be here. It may not be the best thing. But I don’t want those two getting into it. I can tell that things might go from bad to worse if they run into each other before they can sit down and talk shit out. Without Bellamy to play interference, I don’t want or need that headache. Prez might say some shit he can’t come back from, which is why I need to keep as much of this shit show from exploding any further than it already has.
My mind swirled with thoughts of the club, family, and Bellamy. My ride was less calming than I wanted and over sooner than I liked. Pulling into Tazmanian Motors, my shop. All the bays are wide open, and the brothers are already hard at work. I make my way in and head toward my office. I wave to my receptionist Trudy, who is a pain in my ass but a hard fucking worker and keeps my ass and shop in line. The woman constantly flirts with the customer, both men and women, and I’m always on her ass for it. But like I said, she is good at her job, so I grin and bear it most days even though the girl has no shame. The women in the reception area waiting to get their vehicles serviced don’t either. Those bitches are desperate.
