“Nothing.”

I’d made my way to her by now.  “Don’t bullshit me, Harlow.”

She tensed and took a moment before saying, “Whatever this is between us, if you’re not into it anymore, that’s cool with me.”  She may have said those words but the way she was looking at me told me that it was anything but cool with her.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

Another pause.  “You gave off a vibe when you came in so I figured you’d thought about it and changed your mind.”

I reached around and closed the door behind her.  Then I backed her up against the door and leaning into her, I rested my arm on the door above her head.  “First thing you need to know about me, Harlow, is that I don’t tend to change my mind too often.  Second thing you need to know is that when I tell a woman I’m going to fuck her, she can be damn sure that I’m going to fuck her.  And the third thing you need to know is that I don’t like to waste time,” I growled that last sentence and grabbed her hip to pull her closer to me before continuing, “Believe me babe, when I say that I’m going to be tasting your pussy soon.”

Those eyes of hers widened and just as she went to say something, we were interrupted by Velvet.  “Scott,” she knocked loudly on the door, “We’ve got some trouble out front.  Nash said to come and get you.”

“Shit,” I muttered, taking one last look at Harlow before pushing off the wall.  “We good?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she said softly and I left her to go and sort this shit out.  It couldn’t have been worse fucking timing.

Nash was with three guys in the main club area just near the bar.  He looked like he was about to take one of them on.  “What have we got here, Nash?” I asked, joining them.

His eyes were feral.  “Bullet’s sent these assholes around,” he seethed.

I looked at the three of them.  None were wearing their colours and I didn’t recognise any of them.  “You guys new to Black Deeds?”  I asked them.

The biggest one piped up, “No, motherfucker, been around for years, just with a different chapter.”

Fuck.

“You in town for long?”

“That depends on how long it takes for Bullet to sort out this little problem he has with your brother.”

“My step-fucking-brother, who I have nothing to do with.  Perhaps you could remind Bullet of that little fact.”

“Bullet doesn’t give a shit either way.  He just wants this cleaned up, and he doesn’t give a fuck how that’s achieved.  You read me?”

“I fucking read you, dickhead,” I snarled before landing a punch on his jaw.  I hit him so hard that he stumbled backwards into a table and fell on his ass.

“Nice work, brother,” Nash said, and joined the brawl with a punch to one of the other guy’s heads.

I didn’t waste any time and started in on the third asshole.  He was ready though and put up a good fight.  Fists and blood were flying, and the sounds of bones crunching were fucking music to my ears.

The guy I was fighting went down for the count so I looked over at Nash to see how he was going.  He had everything under control; Nash had some muscle behind him and I’d never seen him lose a fight.  However, the first guy I’d decked was back on his feet and heading straight for Nash so I helped out with the guy Nash was going a round with.  Approaching the guy from behind, I pushed him hard on his back so he’d lose his balance and when he did, I swung my arm and punched him in the side of his face and shoved him to the ground.  On his way down, his face crashed hard into the side of a table and that seemed to knock him out totally.

As I was finishing the guy off, I yelled at Nash, “Behind you, brother!”

He quickly ducked and turned around with an agility that most wouldn’t believe he had in him based on his size.  I swung my full attention back to the asshole on the ground and bent over and smashed my fist into his face a couple of times.  When he finally stopped struggling against me and his body sagged completely, I stood up straight.  Nash had just knocked his guy out and was standing over him, watching me.  His eyes lit up and he bounced a little on his feet.  “Yeah, brother.  That was some fun, huh?”

I chuckled.  “Yeah, a laugh a fuckin’ minute.”

I surveyed the club; we’d caused a scene and customers were standing around watching us.  Amy and Harlow were standing behind the bar and I saw Harlow say something to Amy but Amy was rooted to the ground with a stunned look on her face and didn’t appear to take in whatever Harlow had said to her.  Harlow shocked me by wolf whistling to get everyone’s attention.  It worked, and when she had it, she yelled out, “Half price drinks for the next ten minutes.  Come and get it, people.”

There was a mad rush to the bar and Harlow’s obvious ploy had worked; most customers weren’t focused on us anymore.  One of the bouncers from outside had come in and he, Nash and I started moving these dickheads outside.

Ten minutes later we had all three of them lying on the ground in the alley next to Indigo.  I pulled out my phone and rang Dad.  “You need to call Bullet and tell him I’ve got some of his fuckers passed out in the alley next to the club,” I said when he answered.

“What the fuck?”