The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) by Daniella Tucci Read Free Book Online Page B

do?”
    “Anyone ever
wake you up by just kissing you?” He asks.
    “Never.”
    “You should try
it sometime, it’s nice and a hell of a lot better than a knee to the nads.”
    “I’ll consider
my options.” I reply.
    I am not going
to make things easy for him. Men are always trying to take advantage so I have
to be on my toes so to speak. If he wants me he’ll have to take me! I glance at
my watch. Shit! Stacy is going to be knocking on the door in twenty minutes.
    I grab what’s
left of my bra and look for somewhere to stow it. Under the couch seems like a
fine place. My blouse goes there too. I fish out a new bra and top from my
Gucci bag and produce a mirror so I can fix my bed head; make that my sex head.
I have just managed to repair the damage from last night when Stacy returns
from the office. I crack open my laptop and get psyched for the day. The market
will open in twenty minutes.
    I’m scanning
Reuters for pertinent news items when all hell breaks loose, and I don’t mean with
the stock market. I hear the door open and Cade’s surprised exclamation.
    “What the
hell?”
     
     
SIX

When Two Worlds
Collide
     
     
    Then there’s a
loud commotion followed by a single gunshot. I have never heard a gun go off
except on TV or in the theater. The sound is loud enough to shock and awe me
into stillness.
    Abruptly Cade
and a truly ugly looking biker type stumble into my makeshift office (the
living room during market hours). The ugly man still has the gun in his hand
and is doing his level best to aim it at Cade. Cade has both of his hands on
the gun as well in an epic battle for control of the deadly weapon. Then in an
almost comically funny move, Stacy follows in after the combatants and is
hammering on the assailant’s bare head with her $500 heels. That’s definitely
gonna leave a mark.
    The three
combatants spin round and round careening off of living room furniture, potted
plants and the wall. Then to everyone’s shock and awe the gun wielding biker
type staggers away from Cade with one half of a nine hundred dollar pair of
black Prada ankle boots attached to his head. A large silver handgun goes
skittering across the wooden floor right towards me and under the coffee table.
As I twist around to get into a position to reach under the table, a hot inky
spray of bright red blood splatters across my shirt and onto my neck. The shock
of seeing blood for the first time gives me pause; unfortunately it doesn’t
give anyone else pause and the battle rages on. With the gun out of the ugly
man’s hands Cade and Stacy seem to finally have the upper hand.
    Cade easily
blocks the other man’s kick and Stacy just attaches herself to the man’s back
and is just pounding on the man’s ear with her clenched fist. Then, as suddenly
as it began, it all ends when Cade lands a lethal blow to the man’s exposed
throat. Both he and Stacy fall to the floor in a heap. Ethan steps back and
looks towards me who is still on the couch trying to get into position to
retrieve the fallen gun.
    “Are you okay?”
He asks.
    Strange how he
asks me first rather than Stacy who actually was in the battle.
    “I’m fine,” I
tell him. “But shouldn’t you be asking your partner in crime there?”
    “Oh I know
she’s fine.” He replies. “She’s a scrapper!”
    “I’m guessing
this isn’t the first fight you’ve been in Stacy. Am I right?”
    “When your
cousin is the president of a powerful biker club it kinda goes with the
territory.”
    Stacy gets up
off the floor, wipes off imaginary dust and retrieves her fallen purse from the
hall. The pulls out her iPad and says to me.
    “Looks like
it’s gonna be a good day. The Dow’s up 185 to just over 15,000, the NASDAQ is
at 4,675 and the S&P 500 just breached eighteen hundred!”
    “Who the fuck
are you, and what have you done with Stacy Adams?” I ask. “You’re shoe is
sticking out of some bald guy’s head, your Donna Karan suit is beyond salvage
and your