“Well thank fuck for that. Marcus is an idiot for considering it. Storm does well without the drugs. The attention it will bring you from the cops isn’t worth it.”
“You’re investigating Marcus?” I asked. Blade seemed to be on the ball with everything and everyone so I guessed he was.
“I’ve always kept an eye on my father.” His voice turned cold while talking about Marcus. He paused, thoughtful for a moment before pinning me with a hard gaze. “I have increased my surveillance on Marcus. Recently a name came up that I’ve never heard of. You ever heard him talk about someone called Blue?”
“No. What was the context?” My interest was piqued and I waited impatiently for him to tell me more.
“All we know is that Marcus is looking for someone by that name. And we believe that the Adelaide President is helping him do that.”
My mind was going in a million different directions trying to work out what this could be about. But I came up blank. “I’ll pass that information on to Scott,” I said, hoping he would know who Blue was. We needed to figure this shit out soon because Marcus was moving fast with his plans.
“Tell Scott to contact me if he wants in on this and I’ll keep him up to date.”
I frowned at what he’d said. “You two don’t talk?”
Blade fixed that hard gaze on me again. “We’re not close, no. My brother is stubborn where I’m concerned. Seems to be a trait he shares with our father.” His tone pricked my skin with it’s barbs.
He didn’t wait for me to say anything before he stood and made it clear I was to leave. I held up the folder he’d given me. “Thanks for this,” I said, and then turned and left his office.
Blade and his odd relationship with Scott was soon forgotten as I contemplated sorting Velvet’s ex-husband out. My fists were itching to have their way with him, but I knew I had to tread carefully. His connections meant I had to approach this from a different angle than I usually approached assholes. Fuck though, I could go a round with him and be a very happy man.
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Nash
A couple of hours later, after dealing with Storm business, I walked into James’s office ready to do battle with him. His secretary was reluctant to let me in but when he’d opened the door to find me waiting, he hadn’t wasted any time letting me in.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he drawled as he sat behind his desk. The arrogance was dripping from him and I squeezed my fists to settle them.
I threw the folder Blade had given me on his table and nodded at it. “Take a look, asshole.”
His brows raised. Patronising. Again, I reminded myself to ask Velvet what attracted her to him.
He opened the folder and I watched the flicker of surprise cross his face. After he’d flicked through some of it, he looked up at me. A cold stare emanated from his eyes, and he attempted to call my bluff. Throwing the folder back across the desk at me, he said, “You’ve wasted your time coming here, Mr Walker, if you think any of this worries me.”
He’d looked into me. Interesting. “I think that if any of that doesn’t worry you, you’re a bigger dickhead than I gave you credit for.”
He contemplated my words. “Where did Velvet drag you from? Actually, don’t bother answering that. You’re exactly the type of man that is about right for her.”
I fought the desire to introduce him to my fists. “Where the fuck did she drag you from? It’s beyond me what she saw in you.”
“I can assure you that I had a lot more to offer her than you do. I can see exactly what she sees in you; she sees her father.”
What the fuck? I didn’t want to get into that with him so I left it alone. “She’s a lot fuckin’ better off without a man who screws around on his wife with prostitutes.”
A harsh laugh escaped his lips. “And you’ve never cheated on a woman? I find that hard to believe; you bikers are neanderthals.”
I didn’t answer him because I would have to admit an indiscretion. Guilt sliced through me at that thought and then the pain hit; the pain I’d managed to bury lately.
Fuck.
He kept at me. “Thought so. Velvet’s found what she deserves.” He stopped talking but then looked at me thoughtfully. “You do know that she’s damaged goods, don’t you?”
I’d heard enough from this motherfucker. “I don’t want to hear any-fuckin’-thing else you have to say about Velvet.” I picked up the folder and threw it back at him. Pointing at it, I said, “That shit will become public knowledge if you don’t back the fuck off her. She’s not going to talk about you to the media but she’s also not going to sign your dirty deal.” I turned to leave, but then faced him again, and added, “Blade has more shit on you than what’s in that folder so don’t fuck around with this. Let Velvet know you’re dropping it otherwise I’ll be back.”
There was more than a flicker of surprise when I mentioned Blade’s name; there was fear, and that made me a happy fucker.
Chapter 22
Thunder ~ Jessie J
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