“Fuck,” J swore and slammed his hand down on the table. “We’re never gonna get this motherfucker, are we?”
I felt his frustration. We’d spent the last two months trying to get a handle on what Marcus was up to and none of the leads went anywhere. Either Marcus wasn’t up to anything or he was skilled at hiding shit. We all believed the latter scenario.
“Patience, brother,” Scott directed at J.
Unfortunately, patience wasn’t J’s strong suit and he was pretty agitated with this latest development. “Maybe I need to go back to Adelaide and talk to some of the boys down there. Someone’s gotta know something for fuck’s sake.”
Scott considered this and then gave Griff a questioning look. Griff nodded, and Scott turned to J and agreed, “Okay, you go down there and see what you can find. But you’re going to have to keep it quiet, brother; the last thing we want is news travelling back to Dad. You know if we can trust any of the boys down there with this?”
J contemplated that, and then replied, “There’s two of them who I’m pretty sure can be trusted.”
Griff stood. “Contact them and set it up, J.” He checked his watch. “I’ve gotta go, got a hot date with a brunette.”
“Since when do you date?” I asked. I’d never known Griff to date.
“Date is probably the wrong word for it, brother,” he smirked, “But I have dated before.”
“Must have been before I came to town.”
Scott stood as well. “Long time before you came to town, Nash. Griff’s a moody bastard; kind of makes it hard to find a woman to stick around.”
“That and it’s hard to find a woman who won’t fuck you over,” Griff muttered as he left us.
“That’s the fuckin’ truth,” I agreed as J and I stood too.
“You heading out,” Scott asked me.
“No, I’m going to stick around and find a bit of fun for the night.”
“Yeah, I bet you are. Heard you haven’t been in here for over a week; you having withdrawals?”
I chuckled. “Smartass.”
J cut in, “Nash, Madison wants you over for dinner soon. Can you sort that out with her when you speak to her next?”
“Will do,” I agreed. J and I still had an uneasy relationship but we were working on it for Madison’s sake. Hell, I’d do anything for that chick.
He nodded and then they left together. As I watched them leave, a blonde chick caught my attention. She had her back to me and what a fine sight that was. I watched as she chatted with two men; it looked like she was doing all the talking, because their attention was on her body and it didn’t look like any words were coming out of their mouths. I couldn’t blame them because she was fucking spectacular in her tight, black dress that hugged her curves and barely covered her ass. Her back was exposed, and most of her skin was covered in tattoos. It looked kind of familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it, and as I was wondering if I knew this chick, she turned around and started walking towards me.
Fuck.
It was Velvet in a blonde wig. My fucking dick was hard, and as I took in her killer tits and hips, it only got harder. Shit, who was I kidding; I’d had a hard on for her for years. She inspired it in a man just by existing. I’d flirted hard with her when we first met, doing my best to get her into bed. We’d come close a few times but she’d managed to resist me and block every attempt I made to get her panties off. She’d used the excuse of not wanting to sleep with people she worked with so I’d calmed my flirting down thinking that she’d eventually come to the party. However, we’d become friends and for some fucked up reason, I didn’t want to screw that friendship up by screwing her. So here I was, with a four year old hard on, and no chance in hell of getting it taken care of by the woman who caused it.