Page 24 of Live Love Steal
He shot me a look that plainly said, Control your fucking woman.
I ignored it. “My guest.”
Isobel searched my face for lies. There weren’t any there for her to find, but that obviously didn’t make her happy. “Just remember, I’ve had a shit day, I have a presentation tomorrow, and if I lose my job? I’m coming here and making your life miserable. Got it?”
At least Bear had the intelligence not to laugh.
“Got it.”
Bear switched arms and wrapped one over Isobel. I wanted to tear it off, but had shit to do. As I made a beeline for the office upstairs, Bear led her to the bar, saying, “Are you a whiskey woman or a tequila one?”
God damn it. That was Bear’s twisted way of watching my back. If I came down to her drunk ass hanging on a brother, I’d know… at least it would happen before I got in too deep.
Upstairs, Wolf and his wife, Tits, were in the office. The door was open, but that wasn’t stopping them. They made out like teenagers. I knocked on the door frame to announce my presence. Tits straightened her corset and tucked in bits of clothing. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her partially dressed, and certainly wouldn’t be the last time. Those two made an art form of fucking in strange public places.
“Did you get your kid?”
Why did he have to lead with that? I pulled out a chair and sat down. Even trying not to notice, I could feel those two communicating without talking. “It’s postponed.”
“Why?”
Time to lay it all out. I started at the elevator, moved to my ex not showing up, but getting the hearing delayed because I wasn’t there either, then to the parking lot. I stopped and looked at Tits. She knew a whole lot about this club, but she wasn’t club.
“Babe?” Wolf motioned to the door with his head, and she slipped out, shutting it behind her.
I blew out a breath. “Isobel’s car is the match to our drop car.”
Wolf didn’t make a sound. But I could hear the swearing inside his head.
“And?”
“And, I offered to fix her car.”
His eyes narrowed. “And?”
The next part hurt. “I used the parts… and got it fixed, and, uh… Whoosh took her car, not the drop car.”
Wolf leaned forward and rested his chin on his hands. After a moment or two of letting me squirm, he asked, “Is she still with you?”
“Downstairs with Bear.”
He nodded. “Whoosh is running silent, too, I suppose?”
“Yeah, and I think he’s also running empty.”
Wolf tensed. “What do you mean running empty?”
“No drugs. They’re already in the panels in the car I got out on the lot.”
He deflated. “This is bullshit.”
It was. But it also wasn’t my place to tell him that.
Something crossed his face. “This Isobel, she pretty?”
He would have to pick up on that. “Yep.”
A lesser man would’ve wilted under his stare, but I rallied and took my punishment. “I fucked her. Three times.”
