Page 14 of Tempest’s Torment

Inferno comes through the front door, muttering under his breath.

"Forty-five bloody minutes."

Venom looks up from his phone. "For what?"

"To drive twelve."

Venom shakes his head in irritation. "You leave late."

"I leave at the same time every day."

Venom glares at him. "You leave late every day."

Inferno points at him. "I don't need that."

Ghost doesn't even look up. "Inferno."

"Yeah, Prez?"

"Nobody cares."

Inferno sighs. "I just thought someone should know."

Venom snorts. "We all know."

Someone drops a slip of paper onto my paperwork. I look up and see Nemesis is already heading for the door.

I glance down at the number and grin. It's the contact number I've been chasing for the last three weeks. "How did you get this?" I ask.

"Don't ask," he says, and then he’s gone.

I look at the number and put it in my phone.

"Spike." I hold up the compliance form. "Can you run this to the accountant on Fifth?"

"On it." He takes it without breaking stride.

Jinx looks up from whatever Sniper's showing him on the tablet. "I could've done that."

"You were busy."

"I wasn't."

Sniper gives him a look. "You were about to be. Ghost wants the bikes washed before tonight."

Jinx thinks about it for a second, then nods.

"Enjoying the most boring job in the club?" Venom asks with a wicked grin.

"Every single day."

Venom raises a brow. "You could've been sergeant at arms."

"Sniper would've shot me."

"Probably,” Sniper says from across the room without looking up. Hades snorts and even Ghost smirks.

Club life isn't all guns and blood. Most days it's paperwork and lots of coffee.