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

because we like to get to know each other.  I don’t understand why men don’t talk at all.”  She folder her arms across her chest and I dropped my gaze to take in the cleavage on display.
    “We do; we just don’t waste breath on bullshit.”
    Her face was ablaze with annoyance.  It was hot, and it fucking turned me on.
    “Are you always this much of an asshole?”
    “Oh, baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” Nash snickered.
    “No actually, I think I’ve seen enough.”  Her voice was coated in ice.  She gave me one last dirty look before pushing past me to go outside to Madison.  I zeroed in on her ass as she walked away, imagining what it would look like without that skirt covering it.
    “Fuck, I’ve never seen a woman dismiss you like that before.  She either hates you or totally wants to fuck you.  I’m going with the hates you option because I’m betting she actually wants to fuck me, not you,” Nash surmised.
    His words faded into the background as I continued to track Harlow’s movements.  Nash was right; women didn’t fucking walk away from me.  But more to the point; I didn’t chase them, so I diverted my gaze away from her and looked at Nash.  He was watching me with a smirk on his face.
    “What?” I demanded.
    “Like I said, I’ve never seen a chick walk away from you, but I’ve also never seen you make the effort to check one out.  You got a hard on for that one?”
    Scowling, I said, “Highly fucking unlikely.  She’s got a hot ass but there’s plenty of hot asses out there for the taking.”
    He laughed.  “Whatever you say, brother.  Whatever you say.”
    I ignored him and looked at J who was motioning for us to come and eat.  “Let’s go and eat and get this over with.  The sooner the better as far as I’m concerned.”
    ***
    “M adison told me you’re still dealing with that cat and Michelle,” J said midway through lunch.
    “Yeah, the bitch is high all the time and has no idea what’s going on with her daughter or her cat.”
    Madison leant over to Harlow who was sitting next to her.  “That’s the cat he brought into your work.”  We’d worked out the connection between us all, but Harlow still looked confused.  She was sitting across from me and was eyeing me strangely.  It looked like she had something to say but wasn’t sure how to say it.
    “Spit it out,” I said gruffly.
    “Spit what out.” 
    “Whatever the fuck is running through your mind right now.  Looks to me like you’ve got something to say.”  Jesus, she’d been shooting me filthy looks all lunch and my patience was wearing thin.  I lived my life one way; if you’ve got something to say, then fucking say it.
    She huffed, displeasure clear as day on her face.  “I’m just confused as to why you leave your child with a woman who is high.  And your cat too.”
    Anger flashed through me at her judgmental attitude.  I leaned forward and stared her hard in the face.  “You should get your facts straight before you go shooting your mouth off.  For one, Lisa isn’t my kid.  Two, that cat isn’t mine either.  And three, the last place I would leave Lisa, if I could help it, would be with her own fucking mother.” 
    Surprise flared across her face.  “Oh.”
    “Yeah, oh is fucking right.”
    “Scott..” Madison tried to shut me up.
    I shoved my chair back and stood up.  “Yeah, I’m out.  Thanks for lunch but I’m going to go.”
    “I’m sorry, Scott.  Please don’t leave because of what I said,” Harlow apologised but I didn’t really want to hear it; people had one shot with me and she’d said more than enough for me to work out the kind of person she was.
    “I’m not leaving because of you but I’ll be honest; I’ve got no interest in anything else you have to say.”
    Her eyes widened and Madison sucked in a breath.  She looked pissed off with me.  “Fine.  Go.”  Yeah, I was in my sister’s bad books again but it was a place I was