Page 18 of Chill’s Chance

“It has been a while.” I respond, keeping my voice even. “What do you need?”

“I have a guest in my office who wants to meet you. We were discussing a charity event that he wants us to host, but he needs to speak with the head of security first. Do you think you can come by my office in a few minutes? I ordered lunch for the three of us. I got your favorite, fish and chips.” Shea says in a cajoling tone.

I grimace. She knows I hate fish, so the request is a warning. Taking a minute to click on the monitor, I check her office. She isn’t alone, which I expected, but instead of one man, there are seven and I’m fairly certain they are all armed.

“You know I can’t say no to that offer.” I tell her with a laugh. “I’m heading right over.”

“See you soon.” Shea replies and ends the call.

I yank out my cell phone and make my own call.

After knocking on Shea’s door, I open it and step inside. I glance over at the men and let them see a look of surprise before I shift over to stand in front of Shea’s desk. I put myself between her and the guy sitting in the chair. Protecting her is my priority. The second is to take down these bastards before they hurt anyone. I glance at the head guy and give him a smile. My smile widens when I imagine how he’ll look trussed up in The Pit and at my mercy. He’s obscenely large in a dark suit that makes his thighs look like overfilled waste bags.

“What can I help you with, Mr.?” I ask.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” The man says in an icy tone, shifting to give Shea an angry look before looking me up and down. “I told her I wanted to talk to someone from the MC, not one of her cocktail servers.”

“I’m Chill, SOA of the Demon Dawgs.” I respond, keeping my tone even and bored. “Why do you need to talk to a member of the club?”

“You’re a chick.” He tells me.

“I am.” I say, placing my hands on the desk and leaning back.

“Didn’t know MCs allowed women members. What’s an SOA?” He asks.

“Sergeant of Arms. I protect the club from enemies and I’m very good at what I do.” Before the man blinks, I draw two guns. One aimed at the closest guard while aiming the second between the eyes of their leader. I hear Shea drop to the ground and know she’s protected under the desk. “Don’t fucking move or I’ll kill him. I’ll take each of you out before you can palm your weapons. Now hands in the fucking air or I’ll show you why Puma made me his SOA.”

“I think you already showed them.” Says Puma as he strolls into the room, followed by Wildcard, Dice, and Hunter.

He takes a few minutes to help Shea crawl out from under her desk. He holds her hands in his massive ones as he whispers to her. She smiles and nods before leaving the room. Puma turns his attention back on our guest.

“Now, my SOA asked you a fucking question.” Puma says as the other three relieve the guards of their guns before zip tying their wrists and ankles. “Who the fuck are you and tell me why I shouldn’t let Chill play with you?”

When the man looks at me, I give him my most predatory smile. The pleasure whips through me when he gulps. I love making assholes squirm.

He turns back to give Puma a grin. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” He says, attempting to stand until I shake my head at him. “My name is Alberto Agosti. You know how women are, emotional. They overreacted. I simply needed to speak with a club member.” He says to Puma.

“Is that so?” Puma asks in a tone that says he’s listening and willing to be reasonable. “And what did you need to speak to us about?”

“I have a business proposition for you. We could make some major bank.” Alberto says with a grin as wide as his belly.

“Go ahead.” Puma says, leaning against the desk next to me.

“Oh, well, I was hoping it would just be us.” Alberto says, glancing at me. “Between men.”

Puma slides his eyes to me and smirks. “Did you hear that Chill? He thinks it should be between just us men. Even after he terrorized Shea and tried to blindside you.”

Alberto sputters, causing Puma to whip his head back to him. Puma pushes off from the desk and stands looking down at the man. Puma towers over men when they’re standing, so I’m sure he looks like a mountain to Alberto.

“Let me explain something to you, Alberto. Chill here got her road name for two reasons. The first is that she never overreacts. Not only is she calm under pressure, but she doesn’t make mistakes. She’s a machine. She knew when she entered this room that you had already threatened Shea and I really don’t like my employees threatened by some two-bit thug in a cheap suit. Now I’ll give you one more opportunity to tell me why you’re really here, or I’ll let her show you the other reason for her name.”

He glances at his men before turning back to Puma. I see his mind racing to come up with something he can say that will diffuse the situation, but the longer he takes, the less we’re willing to listen. While Puma and I taunt Alberto, Wildcard and the others move the guards out of the room. I assume to the cells in our casino until we figure out what we want to do with them.

“Nothing?” Puma says. “Here, let me help you out. You don’t really have a business opportunity for us. You had a plan. A pretty piss poor plan. I’m guessing it went something like this. You’d come in with your goons and bully my manager into contacting the head of security. You probably expected it to be a man, maybe even a member of my crew. But you got Chill. Because you’re an arrogant misogynist, you figured you could bully both women. You didn’t think you’d actually need a cover story, so you didn’t think one up. How am I doing?”

I smirk when Alberto’s mouth open and closes like a fish. “I just wanted a chance to meet with you, to talk with you.”

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll talk. Or I should say, you’ll talk. You’re about to find out the other reason for Chill’s road name and believe me when I tell you, you will not like it.” Puma turns to me. “He’s all yours.”

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