Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Reaper
“What the fuck, Prez?” Ghost shouts. “I hope like fuck you didn’t just cost the club our office manager.”
“I didn’t know I was gonna walk in here and find my latest strange sitting in here laughing it up with you,” I grouch, not liking the sight.
It’s fucked up and not something I want to deal with.
We call the women who are used for one-night stands strange’s for a reason.
We don’t get their names, and we sure as hell don’t get their numbers.
That is unless we decide to. Shit—I fucked her and didn’t even know she was working here at the garage.
If I had known, I wouldn’t have fucked her.
“You fucked Ivy? When?” Ghost demands.
“Two fuckin’ weeks ago. Shit, I didn’t even know her fuckin’ name was Ivy when I fucked her,” I grumble, raking a hand over my short hair. “Hire someone else.”
“Shit, Prez, I get you didn’t know Ivy was some strange you fucked, but still, she’s good at her fuckin’ job.
I can’t just hire someone else. She’s gotten everything organized in this office in the week and a half that she has been here.
Hell, the woman even knows how to work on cars, so she knows when we have to order an ignition coil, she knows what she’s ordering,” Ghost says, defending Ivy to me.
“I don’t care if she knows what the fuck she’s doing. I don’t want her working here. Find someone else,” I grind out.
“Prez, I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. She’s too valuable to get rid of,” Ghost protests.
Fuck me.
“Did you at least do a background check on her, or did you hire her for looks only?” Now I know I’m being a fuckin’ ass.
“You know I got the background check done. I wouldn’t have hired her otherwise.
Scythe and Styxx have the papers on her.
” Crossing his arms over his chest, my brother glares at me as I piss him off.
I don’t care. I was waylaid with seeing the woman who has had my cock tied up, and she’s an employee.
I don’t fuck employees, and it’s fuckin’ with my head.
“Give her a chance, Prez. Swear to fuck, she’s good for the club working here,” Ghost suggests.
“We’ll see about that,” I mutter, giving in to Ivy working here and me having to see her when I come to the garage.
“Anyways, what did you come to the garage for?”
“Came to find out if the cars were ready for the shipment we’re about to take soon,” I grumble. Seeing Ivy has put me into an even worse mood than I was already in.
“It’s about eighty percent ready. Harvester, Thanatos, and Diablo are all finishing up the last few to go out in this shipment,” Ghost confirms.
“Good, then this shipment will go out on time,” I state, pleased to know this.
All of my brothers rotate working here at the garage, because we all chip in for what needs to get done.
Ghost is the manager of the place and works at finding the cars we gotta bring in for shipping.
He handles the logistics, so I don’t have to.
Ghost and I talk for a few more minutes before I leave. Neither of us bringing up the subject of Ivy again.
Climbing onto my bike, I make my way back to the clubhouse, taking the shorter route.
I make it there in less than ten minutes and go in search of Scythe and Styxx.
Scythe is our tech/hacker. He handles all of our shit that has to do with computers or gadget devices.
He’s also the one who would have found all the information on Ivy I need.
Styxx being our secretary, is also a computer guru and works side by side with Scythe a lot of the time. Mainly because they’re blood brothers.
Angel and I do the same thing, to be honest. After losing both our sisters, we’re protective of each other even if we get on each other’s nerves.
Knocking on Scythe’s door, I ignore the moans of a woman behind the door and wait for him to answer. He’ll answer it regardless of whatever the fuck he’s doing.
The door opens a moment later to Styxx standing there in only a shirt. “What’s up, Prez?” he asks, pulling the door further open.
“Need info on the new office manager,” I say, stepping into the room. I give my brothers a shake of my head when I see what they have going on in here. “Seriously.” I chuckle. They’ve got Poppers strapped into a swing, both holes plugged, and a ball gag shoved in her mouth.
“She fucked up, Prez,” Scythe says, his desk over in the opposite corner of the room.
“What did she do?” I inquire.
“Didn’t listen when I told her not to fuckin’ touch me,” he shrugs.
All the Pocket Pussies know they’re not allowed to touch a brother unless invited to do so. It’s a rule my father had set in place years ago, and it’s stuck.
“So you’re punishing her by making her sit in the swing with all her holes plugged?” I grin.
“Fuck yeah, maybe she’ll learn when she doesn’t come from the stimulation of the dildo and plug,” Styxx points out.
“Guess so.” Turning my attention fully to Scythe, I block out Poppers’ moans. “You got that file on the office manager?”
“Yeah, I got it right here,” Scythe says. Leaning forward, he snags a file from next to his monitor. Holding it out to me, he grins. “So you tagged the office manager two weeks ago,” he chuckles with a wicked grin on his face.
I don’t have to ask how he knows. Ghost had probably texted all my brothers what the fuck happened at the garage.
“Not going to talk about it,” I sneer, taking the folder in hand.
“That’s cool. She’s hot and smart. My kinda woman. If you don’t want her, I might try.” Styxx wags his brow.
“You can say that again,” Scythe laughs.
“Neither of you are going anywhere near her. She’s fuckin’ off limits,” I snap and turn on my heel, leaving the room.
I go into my office, close and lock the door behind me.
I stalk over to my desk and throw the file on top.
I round the front of the solid desk that originally had belonged to my grandfather.
I take a seat in my chair and reach into the bottom drawer to grab the bottle of shine that sits in there.
I pull the lid off and lift it straight to my mouth, forgoing a glass altogether. I’m supposed to be partying tonight. Instead, I’m in my office sulking about a blonde who’s gotten under my skin, and I don’t even know-how.
Fuck.
Swallowing several more gulps of the moonshine, I screw the top back on and replace it back in the drawer.
My eyes move over to the folder staring at me. Taunting me with information about Ivy. What is it about her? When I had Ivy’s body underneath me, she responded in a way that none of the P&P’s ever did. Not even a strange.
Fuck.
I’ve never wanted a woman of my own, so why should I start now.
I live at the clubhouse for a reason. I don’t want the attachments that come with having anything else.
My little sister and her ol’ man were burned alive in their home.
It had happened years after my mother and older sister were taken out.
Rivals took their lives, and when we reached out to my cousins the De Lucas, they didn’t help save them.
They tried, I will admit that, but Angel, Tombstone, and I have held a grudge against them all, since what happened to Ronaele and my mother. Then Leo did something drastic to gain our attention when shit went down with his little sister. He kidnapped my niece in order to do this.
Guilt still eats at me when I see Mia’s face. It’s been a few years now, but it doesn’t mean that feeling goes away easily. She wears the mark of her attacker, and I didn’t do anything to help. After that day, Bethany worked her magic, getting us all to open our eyes to the fact we’re family.
Leo and I sat down to discuss what’s going on, and an enemy to the De Lucas had attacked Mia.
They were intending on killing her. When he’d told me this, I promised to help keep her safe.
I wasn’t about to let anything happen to her again.
Mia is small and has the look of vulnerability a man wants to protect.
In fact, it’s the same look Ivy had when I yelled at her earlier.
Fuck, I’m an asshole.
Giving my head a shake, I decide to hold off until tomorrow to read the report on Ivy. Tonight I need to get the hell out of my office and drink with my brothers. If I drink enough, maybe I’ll be able to find a strange to take my mind off a certain piece that I never should have stuck my cock in.
Fuckin’ Ivy.