CHAPTER 30
BLAIZE
Hunter and Hawke walked into my office after everyone was gone. Two days passed since Kadence came back and started bartending. She was good at the job, but I still didn’t like it.
“I want you to pull everything you can find on Kadence,” I told Hunter, who cocked her brow.
“She hasn’t done anything to raise any alarms, and trust me, I've looked. That girl’s a ghost.”
“I don’t like feds poking around my shit, and my hotel burned down the moment she started working for me.” I looked at Hawke. “This is your fault, you know.” He trusted innocent eyes and a sob story without looking into the details.
Hawke crossed his arms and glared at me. “Blaize, that kid is running. I don’t think she’d have time to torch your hotel or Google West’s gang symbol. Besides, she's twenty-three. Five years ago she would’ve been in high school.”
“And? I was robbing men dry by age sixteen. Age is just a fucking number when it comes to petty crimes.”
“Hawke, did she mention anything to you? She didn’t give an ID. Who knows if Kadence is even her actual name,” Hunter pointed out.
“She has a New York accent. She tries to hide it, but it slips out. I didn’t tell you because little darlin’ trusted me, or maybe she just wanted to talk, but she got hurt. I’ll let her tell ya what the bastard did.” The sincerity in his voice already told me what happened. “I’m sure her dad’s a cop ‘cause he killed the guy.”
“Why here? Why my fucking town?”
“Someone knew you needed to get that stick out of your ass.” I flipped Hawke the bird as he smirked. “When and where, boss? I told you years ago to ride my dick. Fallon has been dying to watch it.”
“Only way that’s happening is if you take my strap up your ass.”
He cringed, and Hunter laughed. “Thought so. This is serious. I need to know ASAP. I won’t have to deal with her for the next two nights.”
Hawke looked at me. “You like her.”
I narrowed my eyes as the two of us kept silent eye contact. “I do not want anyone else. I only sleep with people when I need information. That’s it.”
“I’m not stupid, Blaize. You're doing this to mask the emotions thawing in your stone-cold, icy heart,” Hawke chimed.
“Get out of my office and find out who's trying to ruin Hell’s Reapers.”
I knew that bastard was up to something when he sent her to me in that skimpy, emerald- green floral set. Who knew he actually listened to me nine years ago when I told him my favorite fucking color. He was going to be the next person I put a bullet in.
Hunter looked at me with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. “I give it a few days before she’s bent over your desk, screaming your name.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Why does everyone want me to fuck her?”
“Because. You. Need. To. Get. Laid. Sex is very calming; the aftercare is spectacular, if I remember.”
I rolled my eyes and rubbed my temples. “If she can’t handle men grabbing her at the club without bashing their face in with a tray, she can’t handle being in my bed for one night.”
“Hey, she doesn’t like men. Doesn’t mean she doesn’t like rough sex with a woman.”
I narrowed my eyes on her. Hunter was talking from experience. “I’m not sleeping with her. End of story.”
“Uh huh, yet you eye fuck her from the shadows. You know, I see you watching her. Imagine when she finds out about the darker side of Hades.”
“She won’t.”
Hunter folded her arms across her chest and cocked a brow. “She’s living with Annika who gets fucked five ways to Sunday by her three grizzly men every weekend in front of our patrons.”
“I really despise you sometimes.”
“Yeah, but you love me, and you know I’m right. Anyways, I talked to Drew.” I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. “She’s still having nightmares and she’s jumpy, but by your hard staring, you already know that.”
