Fierce (Storm MC #2) by Nina Levine Read Free Book Online

his arm to stop him.  “She’s not your type, Nash.”
    “I don’t have a type, brother.  She’s got a hot ass, a great rack and I bet there’s a sweet pussy to go with all that; I’d say that’s my type.”
    He shrugged my hand off his arm and walked towards Harlow.  I sat back down and observed.  Harlow was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight black tank top with a shitload of necklaces again.  I could do without those necklaces; they blocked the view.  While Nash chatted to her I took in the way she twirled her hair between her fingers as she listened.  He would have her under his spell within minutes; he was a smooth motherfucker.  She laughed.  Yeah, brother, home run .
    As they continued to talk, Madison and J came outside, carrying the meat I’d brought with me.  J looked at me and jerked his head towards the barbeque to indicate he wanted my help.  I met him there and muttered, “Madison doesn’t intend on having these things too often, does she?”
    “Fuck, I hope not.  The last thing I want to be doing on a weekend is entertaining her stuck up work friends but you know what your sister is like; when she wants something to happen, it fucking happens.” 
    “Time to put your foot down, brother, and say no.”
    “And risk getting cut off?  Not fucking likely.  I’ve been cranking the shank for long enough.”
    “You’re a pussy.”
    “You wait till you rely on one woman and then let’s see how quick you are to ever piss her off.”
    “And that’s a good reason to never rely on one woman, J.  Relationships aren’t for me.”
    He chuckled.  “One day, brother.  One day you’re gonna fall and I can’t fucking wait to see it.”
    I ignored him and moved on to discuss Indigo business.  J had lined up more manager interviews for next week; we were desperate to find someone for the job so we could spend less time fucking about with the day to day running of the joint.  When Storm bought Indigo, it was purely as an investment opportunity; there was a manager in place and we wanted nothing to do with running it.  We just wanted to collect the cash at the end of each month.  Now it had turned into one gigantic headache.
    We finished cooking the meat and I carried it over to the table where Madison had set the food up.  Stoney was deep in conversation with the three chicks he’d brought with him, although one of them was distracted by Nash and Harlow who were still standing inside talking.
    “Nash, time to get your ass out here and eat,” J called out to him.  Harlow turned her head and surprise crossed her face when she saw me.  She quickly gave her attention back to Nash but after saying something to him, they both looked at me.  I decided to join their conversation.
    Walking towards them, I said, “How do you know Madison, Harlow?”  I slid the door open and took a moment to appreciate the curves that Harlow was made of. 
    “My eyes are up here,” she said.  I ignored the tone she took with me.
    Meeting her eyes, I said, “You didn’t answer my question.”
    “That’s because I like to look someone in the eye when I’m speaking to them.  Madison is a customer at my Mum’s café.  She loves the coffee.  So does her brother.”
    What the fuck ?  “I’m her brother, sweetheart.”  I hadn’t realised that Madison and Blade were spending that amount of time together.  “Blade’s our half brother.”
    She looked like she was connecting dots in her mind.  “So you’re the brother who owns restaurants and is best mates with J.  Yes?”
    “Shit, let me guess, you know our entire family history too.”  Why did women feel it necessary to share so much with each other? 
    Nash chuckled.  “Madison likes to talk, brother.”
    “No, I don’t know your family history.  What’s wrong with knowing a couple of things about a friend’s family?”  She was peeved.
    “I just don’t understand why women talk so much about private shit.”
    “It’s