Page 5 of Bound by Passion (Ravage MC)

His hands fell to his sides as I kept an eye on his two friends. “Tell them to go and not breathe a word, or I’ll shoot their kneecaps out.” Fuck, I’d do it just for fun, but they didn’t need to know all that right this second.

“What do you want?” Maxium asked, knowing exactly want I wanted. He really was a dumbass trying to be tough in front of his people. Maybe I should just shoot out his kneecaps instead. He didn’t need those to do what I needed to have done.

“I really hate repeating myself…” I answered, then looked directly at each of the men at Maxium’s sides. “Shoo.” They were like pesky little gnats, turning from their friend and fleeing like their asses were on fire. “Oh!” I called out, and both of them halted. I pulled out my cell. “Say cheese.”

The camera’s flash went off through the night’s sky, briefly illuminating the space. “Now I know who to come and visit if this shit gets out. Now. Go.”

They took off once again, hopping into two separate cars, and I snapped pictures of their license plates. My memory was good, but evidence was better. And it made stronger blackmail in the long run. Visual was always best. One thing I’d mastered was blackmail. I’d need to get all their information once I got back to my computer and have it ready just in case.

“Now, Max, we have a bit of a problem.”

Max crossed his arms over his chest. I made a tsking noise and stated, “Hands down, or I’ll gut ya, then shoot ya once I’m done.” At least he was good at following basic directions like putting his arms down. Just not the ones that really counted.

“Raid, look, I….”

I took a few steps toward him. “No, there’s no,Raid, lookbullshit. You didn’t do your job, and now I’m trying to decide if I should just put you out of your misery or see if you can get yourself out of this clusterfuck.”

“I can fix it. It’s just going to take more time.”

My gun was still up and pointed at the man’s head as I assessed him. Pressed jeans, long-sleeved dress shirt, and leather shoes. Yeah, he was well out of his league with the club. Too prissy. Thought his balls were big but didn’t have any to back them up with. Hated pricks like him. All show and no go.

“You’ve had plenty of time. You just chose to be a pussy.”

“It’s not that easy. The board has blocked me at every turn. But I have one more card to play.”

“Knees,” I told him, and he fell to them instantly, surprising me. Knew he didn’t have balls, but fuck me. Pussy wasn’t the word for him. What would be lower than that? “Do I need to beat the shit out of you just to get it through your head?”

“No. I swear. It’ll be done in a week.”

The cold metal of the gun touched his forehead, and he flinched back. My head shook. “Never flinch with a gun to your head. It might accidentally go off.”

“It’ll be done. I’m so sorry,” Maxium stated, almost on the verge of whining. Hated fucking whiners.

The door to the back of the building opened, and the beautiful blonde bartender stepped out, bag across her body and a tired look on her face. She paused, taking in the scene, then held her hands up. “I didn’t see a thing,” she stated calmly and started to make a move around us to get to her car.

Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

“Stop,” I ordered her, and she halted in her tracks as I turned back to Max. “Three days. Not a week. Three days or I’m comin’, and I won’t be as nice.”

He nodded. “Okay. Yes. I’ll do it.”

“Go.”

Max didn’t need another word. He jumped up from his knees and took off to his car like the pussy-bitch he was. Unfortunately for him, I’d be seeing him in those three days if he didn’t pull his head out of his ass.

My focus shot to the sexy as fuck woman who had my dick standing at attention. It wasn’t the first time she’d caught my eye working here at Bimbo’s. Hot as fuck and closed up tight, never inviting an ‘in’. Her eyes held secrets and a passion I wanted to tempt and taste.

“I’m guessin’ it’s closin’ time,” I commented.

“Yeah, and I’m exhausted.”

It struck me that the woman showed no fear. Zero. No hitch to her voice. No trembling of her hands. No crease to the brow, trying to put together what was going on out here. No fidgeting back and forth between her feet. Nothing in her eyes saying she thought I’d shoot her. Not one sign she was afraid of me in any way.

Had to admit, it was intriguing considering it wasn’t a reaction I got often, or ever. Especially from a woman who just saw me about to put a bullet in a man’s head.

“Bet you are. But we need to talk.”

She shook her head and threw her hands up casually. “Nothin’ to talk about. I didn’t see a damn thing. You were never here. He was never here. This conversation isn’t even happening; I’m delusional.”

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