Free Wild: Tiger's Blood MC by Heather West Page B

shoulders and her piercing blue eyes stared at me, making me feel like she could see right through me.
     
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” Persephone said, pushing through the crowd of women around her. “Who the fuck let you in?” She made a fist with her hand and swung her arm back, preparing to hit me right in the face. I ducked but another one of the girls grabbed her arm before she could get any closer.
     
    “Persephone,” a warning voice said. The voice belonged to a big girl with dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. She looked both evil and venomous. “Don’t hit him,” she said in a silky tone. “We decided we’re letting the cops deal with that.”
     
    The sound of the word cops sent a shiver of fear through my body and I squinted hard. “Wait,” I said, holding up my hands in the air. “What the fuck are you talking about? Why the fuck would you be calling the cops? We have a fucking agreement ,” I snapped. “You know that!”
     
    Persephone looked at me with a tired look in her blue eyes. “Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s talk back here.”
     
    The other girls clustered together and waited in a hushed silence as their leader led me across the concrete floor and into a back room. My head was swimming with horrible thoughts. What was going to happen? Were they really to breach protocol and call the cops? What the fuck was going on here? And furthermore, I had to make this chick think that I had the upper hand or else she was going to walk all over me!
     
    Persephone closed the door with a soft click and lowered herself into a black leather office chair. She had a great body, but it was practically all covered. She looked tough with the bruises on her face but I could tell that beneath, her features were fine and if she cleaned up, she’d be a hell of a looker. There was a weird energy between us, pulling us together—I didn’t like it. It reminded me of Grace, that was it. Just ignore it, just ignore her , I told myself. This doesn’t matter, this is just a fucking game. It’s not even real life .
     
    “So,” Persephone said. She crossed her legs at the ankle and stared so boldly at me that I felt my chest tighten. “Why the fuck are you here, and how did you get into my clubhouse?”
     
    I laughed.
     
    Persephone looked indignant. “I asked you a fucking question, scum. You oughta feel lucky that my girls didn’t kill you on sight!”
     
    I frowned and crossed my arms. “And why would they do that?”
     
    Persephone rolled her eyes. “I asked you a question first, dickweed. Why the fuck are you in my club?”
     
    “Because I walked up to the door and gave that cute little girl about ten grand,” I snapped. “I had to fucking talk to you. You have to come with me,” I said, pointing towards the floor. “The business we have to take care of doesn’t need to be within earshot of your club.”
     
    That got Persephone’s attention. Her eyes bulged slightly and her hands slipped out of her lap. I could tell I’d said something that really struck a nerve, but she wasn’t the easiest person to read. Even from where I sat, I could tell she was carefully guarded, closed off, the kind of person who wouldn’t give in without a fight.
     
    “So,” Persephone said. She swallowed hard and I watched the bulge travel down her skinny, delicious-looking throat. “What are you doing here again?”
     
    I stood up. “You’ve gotta come with me,” I told her again. “We ain’t talking about it here.”
     
    “And just what do I tell the club?”
     
    I smirked. “Tell them you’re doing more recon for when you call the cops on me,” I snapped. “By the way, anyone ever tell you that you’re breaking MC code by ratting us out?”
     
    Persephone opened her mouth to speak, then thought the better of it and closed her thin lips.
     
    “Come on,” I cajoled. “You know it’s a bad fucking idea to rat us out.” I stepped closer and stroked a finger down her