fucking place without having at least five guys with her,” Dominic tried to explain calmly. “The town people are already looking at us for the last incident. We can’t afford to make any more waves if we want this pipeline.”
“I don’t give a shit about the fucking people of that pissant place. Run them all out, the ones who won’t leave kill, then we can just take over the damn town. I need the information on the fucking drive and I need it now. It contains all of the bank codes. I haven’t been able to get into them for years. We are running out of time goddammit. I don’t care what the problem is. Fucking fix it. She comes back into the fold and marries you so we can control the bitch or she dies. It is that simple. It took me enough money to track the bitch. I don’t want her to suddenly figure out what she has,” Dom’s father yelled.
Dom looked up at the ceiling trying to keep his temper in line. His father would pull him back home in a heartbeat if he thought he was failing. Dom learned his lesson when he was young not to argue with his father. He was a sadist who enjoyed displaying his power.
When he shot Francesca and the other woman, he had hoped it would scare his future wife enough to come to him, obviously he had miscalculated. He didn’t need a reminder of that.
“We are planning to infiltrate the club, it has the least security, especially in the back rooms where the dancers change. We sent someone in already to lay the groundwork. I should have her by the end of the week,” Dom said.
“You had better, because the more time that goes by, the more danger we are all in. Not only does it hold the bank records but a list of our clients that we do not need to get out,” his father said sourly and hung up on him.
Fuck, he needed to make a statement. One the bikers would understand. They protected her, but they had no idea what they were up against. Their precious clubhouse would make the perfect statement. Taking it out would go a long way to weakening the security they had on the club. Not that his little worker bee wouldn’t come through but he needed a plan to make sure that happened when he wanted it to. Another failure and his father would send someone to take over. That was not going to happen. Francesca was his, and only his. It was time she got a little reminder of that.
With a grin he pulled out the drawer on the desk, he took them everywhere he went, it made it easier to remember Francesca when he was not with her. Twelve thumb drives. He put the oldest one in and then copied it to a blank one. Pulling out an envelope, he put her name on it in bold letters.
With a sigh, he leaned back and smiled, closing his eyes, unzipping his pants, and remembering every second on the drive. Videos of them together, she had been perfect.
Chapter Six
Shit, she was tired. Dancing tonight had taken a lot out of her. It was weird, usually it helped her moods, but tonight it hadn’t. She felt the same heavy feeling of dread in her stomach that she had before she had gone to work. The only bright side to her afternoon had been Cajun.
When he saw her Beauty, he had flipped. She loved showing off her baby, especially to someone who appreciates it. She stared at him when he was looking around her room, she was attracted to him, who wouldn’t be. He had blond hair that was long and shaggy, it curled a little on the ends. He also had blue eyes, and there were piercings. And his body, damn, Slider and him looked like linebacker bookends.
“Holy shit,” Cajun had whispered when they walked out of the house to take the bike to the shop before she went to work.
“What?” Shady asked confused.
“It is the bike in the picture on your wall,” Cajun said.
“Uh yeah, it’s my bike,” Shady had laughed.
“Fucking cool ass bike,” he muttered as he walked by and looked at the tank. It was pretty cool; she loved it when people asked her about the design. And the color looked black;
“I don’t give a shit about the fucking people of that pissant place. Run them all out, the ones who won’t leave kill, then we can just take over the damn town. I need the information on the fucking drive and I need it now. It contains all of the bank codes. I haven’t been able to get into them for years. We are running out of time goddammit. I don’t care what the problem is. Fucking fix it. She comes back into the fold and marries you so we can control the bitch or she dies. It is that simple. It took me enough money to track the bitch. I don’t want her to suddenly figure out what she has,” Dom’s father yelled.
Dom looked up at the ceiling trying to keep his temper in line. His father would pull him back home in a heartbeat if he thought he was failing. Dom learned his lesson when he was young not to argue with his father. He was a sadist who enjoyed displaying his power.
When he shot Francesca and the other woman, he had hoped it would scare his future wife enough to come to him, obviously he had miscalculated. He didn’t need a reminder of that.
“We are planning to infiltrate the club, it has the least security, especially in the back rooms where the dancers change. We sent someone in already to lay the groundwork. I should have her by the end of the week,” Dom said.
“You had better, because the more time that goes by, the more danger we are all in. Not only does it hold the bank records but a list of our clients that we do not need to get out,” his father said sourly and hung up on him.
Fuck, he needed to make a statement. One the bikers would understand. They protected her, but they had no idea what they were up against. Their precious clubhouse would make the perfect statement. Taking it out would go a long way to weakening the security they had on the club. Not that his little worker bee wouldn’t come through but he needed a plan to make sure that happened when he wanted it to. Another failure and his father would send someone to take over. That was not going to happen. Francesca was his, and only his. It was time she got a little reminder of that.
With a grin he pulled out the drawer on the desk, he took them everywhere he went, it made it easier to remember Francesca when he was not with her. Twelve thumb drives. He put the oldest one in and then copied it to a blank one. Pulling out an envelope, he put her name on it in bold letters.
With a sigh, he leaned back and smiled, closing his eyes, unzipping his pants, and remembering every second on the drive. Videos of them together, she had been perfect.
Chapter Six
Shit, she was tired. Dancing tonight had taken a lot out of her. It was weird, usually it helped her moods, but tonight it hadn’t. She felt the same heavy feeling of dread in her stomach that she had before she had gone to work. The only bright side to her afternoon had been Cajun.
When he saw her Beauty, he had flipped. She loved showing off her baby, especially to someone who appreciates it. She stared at him when he was looking around her room, she was attracted to him, who wouldn’t be. He had blond hair that was long and shaggy, it curled a little on the ends. He also had blue eyes, and there were piercings. And his body, damn, Slider and him looked like linebacker bookends.
“Holy shit,” Cajun had whispered when they walked out of the house to take the bike to the shop before she went to work.
“What?” Shady asked confused.
“It is the bike in the picture on your wall,” Cajun said.
“Uh yeah, it’s my bike,” Shady had laughed.
“Fucking cool ass bike,” he muttered as he walked by and looked at the tank. It was pretty cool; she loved it when people asked her about the design. And the color looked black;
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