Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)

“Not funny,” he growls.

“You started it.”

Dino sighs. “Yeah, I did, but you were supposed to be offended and say you found Hayes repulsive. Do I need to give you a script to follow?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” I tease while grabbing my gun holster. “I guess we should visit my boyfriend and see what kind of mess he made.”

“Don’t look at him.”

Laughing, I strap my gun under my jacket. “Heaven forbid.”

“I don’t want him looking at you either.”

“Then you better flirt with him so he has something else to focus on.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Dino says, disappearing into the bathroom.

While waiting for him to clean up, I check my phone for messages. Restless, I text Ruby to see if she’s still safe.

She replies cryptically, “Bikers in my house isn’t my idea of safe. No cops at least.”

“Do you need help?” I text back.

Ruby only texts, “LOL.”

I don’t know why she finds my offer funny, but figure I’ll learn soon enough when Cooper’s guys meet with the Serrated Brotherhood’s guys. Imagining all of the dick measuring I’ll soon witness, I realize I’m in for a long few days.





16


Dino

The Big Baby Roars

Arriving at Hayes office, we find the brunette temp from our last visit missing. A blonde woman sits at the front desk, and I doubt she’ll survive the rest of the day. She flinches every time Hayes yells at someone in the back room, and the asshole screams like a tantruming toddler. Hell, I suspect she’ll run for her life within an hour.

The woman pretends to care if we have an appointment. Minka ignores the temp and walks to the back room. I give the chick a smile, but she only grimaces at the sound of Hayes yelling again.

Hurrying after Minka, I don’t want her alone with Hayes. Not because he’s pissed. She can handle his giant ass in a fight. I’m more worried about him deciding that fucking a sexy assassin will distract from his problems.

Minka is already sitting in a chair when I walk into the room. Hayes is still on the phone. His back is to us, but he clearly knows Minka’s arrived because his yelling is a few decibels lower. I frown at his attempt to show her respect.

Sitting next to Minka, I glance around Hayes’s office. He has a million sticky notes on the walls and his desk. Everything in the room is stacked on more mess. The guy needs a maid, receptionist, and mommy to clean up all of this bullshit. Too bad he’s awful and can’t keep anyone around. I bet even his mom hit the road after spending an hour with him.

“Fix it,” Hayes says and then hangs up.

The giant idiot turns around and leans back in his long-suffering chair.

“What the fuck were you two fucks doing while Black shot up my town?”

“Sleeping, probably,” Minka says.

Reaching for her hand, I add, “Fucking is more likely.”

Minka smacks away my hand. I want to be angry since I’m trying to make a fucking point with Hayes. Instead, I laugh because of Minka’s expression. The chick can’t wrap her head around my need to claim her. Does she not know how the world works?

“Your office looks fine,” Minka says.

“It’s a big concrete hunk. My house is a fucking house, darling.”

“Don’t call her that,” I grunt.

Minka rolls her eyes, but I catch her smiling too. Hayes is less amused.

“Is it possible for you to stop thinking with your dick for a few minutes, playboy?”

“Thinking with my heart is what you mean. Why are you whining like a bitch anyway? Didn’t you already hit Black back?”

“Yeah, but I want him dead. I want them all dead.”

“How exactly did you hit him back?” Minka asks.

Hayes lights a cigar and shrugs. “Can’t really say.”

“Because you think we’re narcs ready to snitch you out?” Minka asks, teasing the stupid assface.

Hayes gives her a dirty look, but he’s rather smug about his revenge. “Black’s boys are always banging whores at the trailer park. Even after they hit me, one of them had to get some pussy. I wonder if there's pussy in hell.”

“Good for you. How’s the whore he was plowing when you got your revenge?” Minka asks, and I smile at her good heart hidden under her badass exterior.

“Her pussy is free to fuck paying customers and make money to feed her kids. I’d say she’s happy.”

Tapping Minka’s foot with mine, I want her focused on me rather than the idiot stinking up the room with his cigar.

“So, Black hits you, and you hit him. Now, what?” I ask. “I’m sure you know Johansson is sending a few of his club buddies to meet with that other club.”

“Bikers like to have meetings,” Hayes says, shrugging.

“Are you done with your revenge?” Minka asks. “That’s what Anthony is getting at. Or do we need to worry about getting hit in the crossfire.”

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