DAMMIT!

I watch as my young brother shakes his head and walks away. Fuck man. I overstepped my boundaries, like he ain’t got enough demons. I don’t stop him, I can’t. He needs time to cool off as I would too. I spot Rap messing with his bike and figure it’s best for me to send him on the search for Tatiana. If I find her, I know I’ll say and do something I’ll regret.

“Prospect… I need you to hunt down Tatiana. Get her last whereabouts from Shadow.”

Rap drops his wrench, stands, and nods his head in understanding. It’s time to vote him in. I mark it on my mental list to speak with Braxxon and Pyro about it. I dig out my prepay and dial Storm, my fingers clench around the piece of shit flip phone when she doesn’t answer. She hit the f**k you button on me, silencing my call. I’ve heard about that being done, but no one has ever been brave enough to silence me. I shake my head in disbelief and look at my phone, checking to make sure the call wasn’t just dropped.

FUCK!

Well baby if you wanna play games, I’m revving to go. I smirk to myself as I walk back towards m’lady. I’m coming for you Storm.

***

I made one phone call. That’s all it took to locate Storm’s whereabouts. I’m standing outside the snooty ass restaurant breathing on the glass window in front of me with my arms crossed and my blood boiling. Why the hell won’t she just give me her pu**y a few times and be done with it? Fuck all that heart bullshit talk. A man like me doesn’t give his heart away. A man like me only cares about one damn thing, and that’s straight hardcore f**king. That’s all I care about. Ass and titties. I place my hand on the glass; damn does she look pretty. I watch as Randy wraps his fingers with hers on top of the table.

FUCK NO!

I fling open the restaurant door and begin making my way past the greeter. I almost don’t notice how hot the little red head is until her little hand wraps around my arm, stopping me in my place. Well hello gorgeous!

“Sir, you need a jacket to enter the dining area,” she squeaks out.

Awe baby, you done ruined it. A woman showing attraction and nervousness is a weakness, and a weakness I’ll play on. I look down at her hand wrapped around my arm and then back up at her, putting on the full watted grin. I flick my tongue ring out and begin running it along my bottom lip, causing her eyes to widen. Her hand quickly falls from my arm, and she scoots back to her podium. Bad call darlin’.

She tries moving further away as I lean up against her little station.

“Do I scare you gorgeous?”

Green-eyes nods her head ‘no’ quickly.

“Do my looks intimidate you?”

Again, her head moves in a ‘no’ motion.

“Do you know who I am?”

Her head shakes up and down quickly.

Good. I run my forefinger up and down her small delicate hand, causing goose bumps to rise on her arms. My eyes ignore the wedding band on her finger. That little piece of material means jack shit to a man like me.

“Who am I darlin?”

Redhead goes to speak, but nothing comes out. She clears her throat and tries again.

“Mason… Mason Dillan…, but you… you don’t go by that,” she says quietly as her eyes drop to watch my finger trail her hand.

“What do I go by, baby?”

“ZZ,” she murmurs.

“And why can’t I enter the dining room without a jacket?” I ask seductively.

“Because… I would get written up for allowing you to pass thru without one.”

These f**ktards rich bastards. I mean f**k the clubs rich and we don’t f**king act like stuck up prickass bitches.

“I’ll tell you what darlin’. Leave my name for the boss and if he gives you shit, you tell him you’re gonna tell me, and I can guarantee baby after you say that, he’ll drop it.”

Her green eyes snap to mine, and she gulps as she quietly asks. “What if that doesn’t work?”

I smirk. How cute.

“Grab that pen, darlin’.” I nod to it.

She reaches for it with her free hand.

“Now write down your number on that there napkin along with your name. I’ll give ya a call in a few days to make sure all is good, baby. Promise.” I smile and cross my heart with my other hand.

Redhead hesitates, lookin’ down at her wedding band, and then back at me. Whatever her inner battle was, she writes the information down anyways. She hands me the napkin, and I look down at it. Lorene. Not the name I was expecting but like I really give a shit.

“Are you… are you really going to uh call me?”

This green-eyed beauty really is just too cute. Unfortunately, I don’t do cute that often.

“Do you want me to call you?”

Again, her eyes flick at her wedding band for a brief moment. “Yeah, yeah I really do.”

“Then I’ll call.”

I don’t really plan to but if things don’t work out with Storm, my c**k might protest that.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” I say looking down at the napkin. “Lorene.”

“Okay.” She smiles as I let her hand go free.

Thank f**k, now back to the task at hand.

When I leave the redhead with a nod and a grin that hurts from faking it, I make my way over to Storm and dickhead Randy. I watch as her entire body stiffens. She can feel me, another reason why we need to just f**k and get it over with.

“Storm,” I chuckle as I squat down at the side of their table.