her hard.
He had business to attend to first, though. So he sent Gwen off with a pat and wink, knowing if he wanted her later she’d be there, and scanned the room for Show. He found him getting head in the hallway. Show was a family man, but his wife had had some kind of medical problem after their third kid, and that had killed their sex life. So he had permission for head. He was big and built—and, by biker metrics, a gentleman—and the girls loved him. Even so, he availed himself infrequently. Isaac caught his eye and nodded toward the office. Show eased the girl off his dick and followed his boss, closing his jeans as he walked.
Isaac closed the door behind his VP. “What’s the deal with Mac?”
Show leaned against a tall metal filing cabinet. “Visibly, he’s no worse for wear, other than the fancy new stigmata you gave him, but Vic had to go at him hard. He’ll be uncomfortable for awhile.”
Isaac saw no need for further details on that score. “Get anything more out of him?”
“Tough enough to get what we got—Mac’s more scared of these guys than us, boss. Bart pulled the emails, and I had a look. There’s nothing there but a few inquiries about the property. But the trail Bart found leads to Ellis. Who is this guy?”
“Bad news. Big player from Chicago. Kenyon’s lookin’ into it. Meantime, we pay attention.”
Show stood straight and gave Isaac a concerned look. “Isaac.”
“What?” Isaac knew he was about to get some advice. Usually he took counsel well from those he’d tasked with giving it—Showdown first and foremost. But he was off his game these past few days and already feeling pissed before he’d even heard what Show had to say.
“I know how you feel about Mac. I do, too. He’s shit I scrape off my boot. But I think we need to bring him into the fold. If this Ellis guy is as big a player as you say, we can’t have Mac Evans gettin’ a friend like that. Goin’ hard like we did today, that’s the wrong play with him. We gotta work with him, make him our friend.”
“Or we could just end him.” Show huffed a laugh, but Isaac wasn’t kidding.
When Show realized it, he shook his head. “Brother, you know that’s not how we operate. That’s last resort, and it’s high profile. He’s known beyond our scope. He’s a simple little asshole, though; we can distract him with shiny things. Let’s bring him into the fold.”
Isaac knew Show was right. He was silent for a couple of minutes, brooding. Finally, he nodded.
When they went back out to the party, Gwen made her way right to him. But he didn’t want Gwen. He knew what he wanted, and he’d had his fill today of not getting what he wanted.
He left the clubhouse and mounted his bike.
~oOo~
When he pulled up to Lilli’s house, light was shining through the sliding glass door. She was awake, then. He’d expected as much; it wasn’t even 11:30 yet, and she didn’t strike him as an early sleeper. He dismounted and walked toward the deck. As he neared the steps, the door slid open, and Lilli was on the deck, wearing a pair of cotton boxers slung low across her hips and a little tank top. There was a lot of belly exposed between them. Isaac would have been distracted by all that firm, lovely skin, except that she was holding a handgun and pointing it at his head.
Shocked but calm, he stopped at the foot of the steps and raised his hands in front of his chest, palms out. “I’ve had warmer greetings, must say. From you, even.”
Even though his hands were up, she kept the gun aimed. “What the fuck are you doing here now?”
Yeah, he was having a shit week, no doubt. He hadn’t thought this through, apparently. He figured he’d drop in for a fuck. He couldn’t get this woman out of his head. He was alert that she could be trouble , and he was working on the problem of her, yes, but it was more than that. She was in his head and his senses, like a phantom following him everywhere.
“Just came for a
He had business to attend to first, though. So he sent Gwen off with a pat and wink, knowing if he wanted her later she’d be there, and scanned the room for Show. He found him getting head in the hallway. Show was a family man, but his wife had had some kind of medical problem after their third kid, and that had killed their sex life. So he had permission for head. He was big and built—and, by biker metrics, a gentleman—and the girls loved him. Even so, he availed himself infrequently. Isaac caught his eye and nodded toward the office. Show eased the girl off his dick and followed his boss, closing his jeans as he walked.
Isaac closed the door behind his VP. “What’s the deal with Mac?”
Show leaned against a tall metal filing cabinet. “Visibly, he’s no worse for wear, other than the fancy new stigmata you gave him, but Vic had to go at him hard. He’ll be uncomfortable for awhile.”
Isaac saw no need for further details on that score. “Get anything more out of him?”
“Tough enough to get what we got—Mac’s more scared of these guys than us, boss. Bart pulled the emails, and I had a look. There’s nothing there but a few inquiries about the property. But the trail Bart found leads to Ellis. Who is this guy?”
“Bad news. Big player from Chicago. Kenyon’s lookin’ into it. Meantime, we pay attention.”
Show stood straight and gave Isaac a concerned look. “Isaac.”
“What?” Isaac knew he was about to get some advice. Usually he took counsel well from those he’d tasked with giving it—Showdown first and foremost. But he was off his game these past few days and already feeling pissed before he’d even heard what Show had to say.
“I know how you feel about Mac. I do, too. He’s shit I scrape off my boot. But I think we need to bring him into the fold. If this Ellis guy is as big a player as you say, we can’t have Mac Evans gettin’ a friend like that. Goin’ hard like we did today, that’s the wrong play with him. We gotta work with him, make him our friend.”
“Or we could just end him.” Show huffed a laugh, but Isaac wasn’t kidding.
When Show realized it, he shook his head. “Brother, you know that’s not how we operate. That’s last resort, and it’s high profile. He’s known beyond our scope. He’s a simple little asshole, though; we can distract him with shiny things. Let’s bring him into the fold.”
Isaac knew Show was right. He was silent for a couple of minutes, brooding. Finally, he nodded.
When they went back out to the party, Gwen made her way right to him. But he didn’t want Gwen. He knew what he wanted, and he’d had his fill today of not getting what he wanted.
He left the clubhouse and mounted his bike.
~oOo~
When he pulled up to Lilli’s house, light was shining through the sliding glass door. She was awake, then. He’d expected as much; it wasn’t even 11:30 yet, and she didn’t strike him as an early sleeper. He dismounted and walked toward the deck. As he neared the steps, the door slid open, and Lilli was on the deck, wearing a pair of cotton boxers slung low across her hips and a little tank top. There was a lot of belly exposed between them. Isaac would have been distracted by all that firm, lovely skin, except that she was holding a handgun and pointing it at his head.
Shocked but calm, he stopped at the foot of the steps and raised his hands in front of his chest, palms out. “I’ve had warmer greetings, must say. From you, even.”
Even though his hands were up, she kept the gun aimed. “What the fuck are you doing here now?”
Yeah, he was having a shit week, no doubt. He hadn’t thought this through, apparently. He figured he’d drop in for a fuck. He couldn’t get this woman out of his head. He was alert that she could be trouble , and he was working on the problem of her, yes, but it was more than that. She was in his head and his senses, like a phantom following him everywhere.
“Just came for a
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