Page 152 of Resurfaced Passion

“Where you from, baby?” He asked, his question unanswered as her wild eyes pinged toward every noticeable exit. It took one step forward for her to realize he wanted an answer.

“H-Harrison. New York. I’m from New York.”

Chains whistled, sharing a look with Axel.

Yeah, Harrison had all those fucking mansions worth a nice penny.

He didn’t know why she’d landed on his doorstep in a wedding gown, he could give a shit if she was crazy or a minute away from getting hitched, it was gonna be one of those socialite problems, like getting the wrong coffee from Starbucks. Problems so fucking important to little spoiled bitches who wouldn’t know the real world was a dirty, shitty place if their pampered, overindulged lives depended on it.

“Like you were told, baby, you’re at the wrong club. TheSoulsare in Armado Springs, Colorado.”

“What? The uber dropped me off here.” She trembled, her lower lip wobbling. She flung herself on a couch and began sniffling into a piece of silk pulled from her diamond purse. “I need to get there; can you call me a cab?”

God save him from the damn theatrics. He dealt enough with his own girl, only Roux was much more violent in her tantrums.

And on cue his princess with her toting attitude strode through the door. Skinny denim jeans, buckled leather boots, a shirt too fucking tight slashed down the front in a sharp V and her hair in a long swinging tail, she’d shaved the sides just last week and he thought it looked badass.

Axel narrowed his eyes and checked his watch. “If you tell me you lost another goddamn job….”

Hip cocked; she gave him her daring glare that reminded him of her mother. “Then I won’t tell you. The guy was a pervert, I wasn’t staying there.”

Axel looked to the heavens. He could deal with her later.

“Who is this?” Roux asked coming to a stop at his side.

“This here is the queen of fucking Sheba, and she’s your new best friend while she stays with us. Watch her, Chains.” Axel ordered, kissed Roux’s forehead and turned on his heel, back to his office.

He had a call to make.

Several minutes later he greeted the Renegade Souls front man.

“This is a strange one, Rider. Do you have a guy over there called Tait?”

Silence.

“What’s it to you?”

That told Axel they surely did.

“Do me a solid and you let him know we have something that belongs to him and if he still wants it in one piece he needs to come and get it pronto and bring his check book with him.”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about? I doubt you have anything that belongs to one of my guys.”

“Guess again, my friend. She’s about so tall, from New York and crying right now ‘cause my boys are dying to taste a little princess. I can’t hold them off too long.” He bullshitted. His boys were many things, so fucking many bad things, but rapists were not one of ‘em.

“Sounds to me like you’re threatenin’, Axel.” Rider’s voice grew dark.

Axel knew he was chancing his own life here.

But hard times called for hard fucking risks and this little rich girl had landed on his doorstep like kismet was kissing his butt.

“You wanna rethink that real fuckin’ quick, friend.”

“You know I have no reason to fuck with you, Rider. It’s a straight business transaction seeing as how I’m babysitting. But if you have a guy over there called Tait, then let him know we have his property and to come and pay for it.”

The call ended, not before Rider Marinos had his say with a warning.

Axel wasn’t too worried. He had enough to manage already.

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