Velvet Ivy (The Nighthawks MC Book 1) by Bella Knight

Author:Bella Knight [Knight, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Country Club Publishing
Published: 2017-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

4

Confrontation

“No fucken way am I letting that happen!”

Ace loved the bar, said it had, “possibilities.”

She brought him to see Gina Jackson, the realtor, “Give me some time,” she said, “that place is dead even on Friday nights.”

“Here’s my number,” said Ace, writing it down on a sticky note he found on Gina’s desk, “we’ve got guys ready to renovate. Give me a bank account number, and the owners will have their down payment as soon as we sign the paperwork.”

“You partners?” asked Gina.

“You bet!” said Ace with a grin.

Gina reached into her desk, brought out cards, and handed one each to Ace and Ivy, “This here’s Charmaine DeFleur. She’s sharp. She’ll get you your partnership agreement, your business license, walk you through your food and liquor licenses. Help hire you some great cooks, too. She’s a lawyer, and she owns two restaurants.”

“We’ll meet with her today,” said Ivy. They called, got an appointment, and went right over.

One mind-numbing and expensive appointment later, they were on the road to get Ivy back to the Palomino. They blasted Poison, and Def Leppard, and Tom Petty, and Steppenwolf.

They stopped for gas. The wind was picking up. They heard the roar long before they saw them, —eleven riders. Ivy’s heart nearly stopped when she saw a face tattooed as a skull under a bucket helmet. Ivy poked around in her saddlebags. Under her old black jacket, she’d stuffed in her saddlebags was a gun, a Glock 22. She palmed it, and slipped it into the jacket, and secured the saddlebag. She willed the gas to fill the tank faster. She palmed a throwing knife, knelt, and slipped it in her boot.

Ace came out with two cans of Coke. He held them in one hand. The other went into his pocket. The riders came roaring in. Their pumps stopped. Ivy put each one back up.

“You in our spots,” said Claw, getting off his bike.

“Moving the bikes now,” said Ace easily, stowing the Coke cans in his other pocket. Ivy started moving hers out of the way.

An angry bantam rooster of a woman came at Ivy, —red hair, red face. She had coiled, black snake tattoos crawling up her neck over the edge of her studded leather jacket.

“Hey! Bitch! You got something belongs to me!”

Ivy stopped moving the bike, stepped away from it, hands in her pockets, “You must be Renee. Last I heard, you threw this on the ground and stomped off like a child.”

“That true?” said Skeleton, coming up behind her, “you disrespect your colors?”

“Henry kicked me out!”

Ace finished moving his bike and went over to move Ivy’s.

“She was selling meth. You wanna snort it with a straw, fine! But she was possessing and selling it six feet from a daycare we got in the club.” He effortlessly moved the bike out of the way, then came to stand behind and to the right of Ivy.

Claw came over, “You give my woman back her jacket?”

Skeleton held out his arm, “Banshee here sold meth near kids.

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