Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“God no,” Sheila says with disgust. “I just wish you’d talked to me, honey. Greg was already planning to handle your security before this ever happened. You didn’t think I forgot the drink or the scary messages, did you honey? He knows real professionals that specialize in this sort of thing.”
“I did talk to you! You said it was being looked into.”
I reach out and pick up the tablet. There’s a detail buzzing in my brain but I haven’t figured out what yet. Wait. I look between the screen and Greg a couple of times to be sure before I accuse him. “You were there. That’s you near the coffee place. What the hell were you doing there when she was attacked?”
Quinn’s head whips towards Greg.
“Good eye,” he says, like it pains him. “I was observing Quinn, exactly as Sheila hired me to do. Obviously we weren’t aware of the extent of the danger or I would’ve already had men on site. I was just about to step in when your buddy came barreling in, escalating the situation. He could’ve easily gotten her killed the way he acted. Amateurs.”
Is he trying to insult me? Cute. “I honestly don’t give two shits what you think about my qualifications. Contracts have been written and signed. For a minimum of two weeks, we’ll be sticking to Ms. Callahan whether you like it or not.”
“Contract,” Sheila says with a snort. “You’re a bunch of thugs.”
“Take it up with our lawyers. I have a feeling our pockets are quite a bit deeper than yours, and if you really think we’re nothing but a nest of violent criminals, maybe you should think long and hard before you decide to cross us.” I let that sit there. They can read whatever they want into the implications.
Greg holds up his hands. “Let’s not get carried away and forget our common goal. Quinn’s safety and reputation.”
“Fine by me. But I want to make sure we’re all on the same page. Quinn hired us, so she’s the only one that can fire us. In the meantime, get used to seeing my ugly face because we’ll be here to do our fucking jobs. I don’t give a shit what you need to do to spin this in her favor. That’s your job. Mine is to stand between her and anything that might be a threat.”
Sheila looks uncertain, glancing at Greg and then back at me. It’s obvious how much she fucking hates not being in control. “I still think—”
“Enough!” Quinn finally looks fed up with everything. “Is it my turn to remind you to be professional? I thought I was here to discuss how to go forward, not to loop back and forth about a decision that’s already settled and things we can’t change. I’ve looked through the articles. More than one outlet is speculating that I’m dating Sinner. I don’t mind, but do you want to encourage that or not?”
“Not. Obviously,” Sheila says.
Greg nods. “Exactly. Here’s my suggestion. The bikers are already being reported as your bodyguards. It’s better to let the story fade naturally than to force it and just make people curious. I’ll continue to coordinate the moving parts and let you know what we need. Will that be a problem?” He asks me.
We stare at each other, and I’m more convinced than ever that he’s an asshole. I don’t know shit about media or PR, but it sounds like a lot of nothing to me. I’ve yet to hear a single concrete thing that he’s actually doing, and the one chance he’s already had to defend Quinn, he fucked it up.
“If you want to coordinate the moving parts, go for it. Like I said, I work for Quinn. As long as it doesn’t impact our ability to keep her safe, I don’t give a shit.”
“Fine, but remember that I’m in charge of Quinn’s finances,” Sheila snaps. “I don’t know what she’s promised you, but if you want to actually get your money, you’ll stay on my good side. Mr. Cook is in charge.”
We’re getting nowhere. I step back and close my fucking mouth. I won’t be taking orders from either of them, but it’s like dealing with small, yappy dogs. No matter how much noise they make, it doesn’t change reality.
The instant they turn on us, we’ll put them the fuck down.
15
Chapter 15 - Quinn
After the meeting with Mom and Greg, Colt takes me back to their club and not to my apartment. Colt shoved a helmet and a more heavy duty leather jacket at me when he showed up to take over for Priest in the morning. Riding feels more natural now, so I’m starting to feel less like an imposter on the back of their bikes. Especially when we’re waved through the gate, and I manage to hop off the bike like I’ve done it a million times.