Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) (6 page)

“How about, Swirly.” Treat laughed and Harmony rolled her eyes and walked out of the apartment.

Club names were important, they defined who you were, and all had a story to tell. She only hoped she wasn’t going to end up with a fucked up name when all was said and done.

Chapter Five

Creed and Fork rolled into Fish’s home office. They hoped they finally were going to get same answers about Harmony, because after last night, hearing the women were all over at Harmony’s and they were in an uproar, things weren’t looking good on that front.

Fish was smiling when they walked in and he motioned for them to sit down. A half an hour later, the two leaders were sitting in the room waiting for their woman to come. They had been shocked and pissed when they heard what Harmony had said. After promising to tell Harmony that her father had a meeting, he left and they were there waiting.

“Gonna paddled her ass,” Fork growled. “How the fuck were we supposed to know she was standing there. She should have said something.”

“She didn’t trust us,” Creed snapped.

“Paddling hard so she remembers,” Fork said and his friend nodded.

They heard the click of the front door and both sucked in a breath and waited.

“Dad,” Harmony called. “Why are you here, thought we were meeting at the... Shit.”

The guys knew she had seen them and before she could turn and leave, they were on the move. Creed grabbed her arms and pulled her into the room while Fork slammed the office door and locked it.

“What?” she started to say and Creed held up his hand.

“Two years,” Creed said quietly. Harmony had no idea what they were talking about and so she kept her mouth shut and waited, they were going to have to give her a bit more information than that.

“Two years, babe,” Fork repeated and she rolled her eyes, so they were speaking in code, she got it.

“Two years,” Harmony mimicked. “Yeah, I got that, now move on, I have things to do and you obviously have something to talk to me about.”

“Wasted two years waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass and tell us what the fuck was going on. But did you,
no
. Fish had to tell us that you overheard something and that you didn’t get right, got pissed and never asked a question. Instead, you freeze us out, and we are clueless,” Creed roared. “Two fucking years, babe, we could have been fucking like bunnies instead of Fork and me jacking off to the thought of your sweet little pussy. Wishing that chicks we were fucking were you, and waiting.”

Harmony’s eyes narrowed. “Seriously, you did not just say you were fucking other women and thinking about me, and I am supposed to what, take that as a compliment?”

“No, you should have clued into the fact I am pissed off you made assumptions about something that
was not
the facts and froze us out. You should be asking what the fuck you heard us talking about,” Fork yelled.

“Uh, excuse me here,” Harmony snapped and looked at the two men like they were crazy. “Can you actually pause for a second and explain yourselves because right now, you don’t make any sense.”

“Clue into this, babe, two years ago, you overheard a conversation that had nothing to do with you and everything to do with a bitch we were outing from the club, and for some reason you took that in and twisted it. Instead of asking one fucking question, you made an assumption about it,” Creed said and Harmony’s eyes went wide.

“Not about me?” she whispered.

“No, babe, remember, Lola.” Fork smiled.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“She was selling drugs in the club, telling people she had permission, telling them it was for the club. Then she wanted us, kept appearing in our rooms and shit. We needed to get her out of there before we made the announcement that we were claiming our own chick,” Creed growled.

“Your own chick,” Harmony whispered.

“Yeah, babe, we had a plan,” Fork said.

“Well clue the fuck in. I don’t give a shit about your plan, Spoon,” Harmony snapped as she realized they were expecting her to be happy about this discussion.

“You should, since the plan included you!” Creed yelled.

“You can’t kill someone with a fucking spoon damn it!” Fork yelled at the same time and she jumped and tried to sort what they were saying.

“What plan would include me?” Harmony demanded.

“We are the leaders of a MC club, babe, we have rules, and one of the rules is that the kid of an old timer is off limits unless he gives permission. To do that, he has to talk to the club and tell them he approves. Fish was gonna do that the day after the party you busted and overheard shit you were not supposed to overhear. After Fish made his announcement then we tell everyone we are taking a shot at you,” Creed said calmly.

Harmony rolled this around in her head and then nodded. “Okay, cool. That all?”

“That all?” Fork asked confused. They had just told her that she fucked up, and all she could say was "that all?"

“Yeah, Spoon, that all. I have shit to do today and then I have a meeting with a new client. That all?”

“What the fuck, babe!” Creed yelled.

“Stop calling me Spoon!” Fork yelled.

“Listen, I appreciate you clearing that whole thing up for me, but I don’t know what you want from me now, you obviously moved on, fucking other women and all. I have moved on, it is over, you weren’t talking about me, cool.” Harmony shrugged their hands off her and walked to the door calmly.

“That all you have to say? Are you fucking with me right now?” Creed said quietly.

“Yeah, that is all I have to say. Because one, let me make this clear to you. I have a brain. You going to the club and my father and never giving me the heads up about wanting a shot with me is fucking archaic!” she yelled.

“Babe, we knew you wanted a shot with us.” Fork laughed.

Harmony opened her mouth and then closed it, pissed they had known she was interested in them and never once let on they returned her attraction.
What fucking assholes
.

“I am done,” Harmony yelled.

“Done?” Creed said.

“Yeah, done. I was interested, now I am not. So thanks for clearing that up for me but I am done. This is bullshit,” Harmony said. “Open the fucking door.”

Fork smiled and walked to where she was standing and grabbed her hand, before she knew it he was kissing her, and not a peck on the cheek, it was a hot, wet, full action, tongue kiss, intended to prove to her how much she still wanted them.
Fuck, it did too
. When Fork released her, Creed moved in and kissed her the same, hard, fast, and sizzling.
Shit, she couldn’t think
. Then he let her go and she stumbled. Fork grinned again, opened the door, and pushed her into the hallway.

“Babe, you had better be at the compound at seven tonight. Announcement will be made, and if you are not there and we have to come looking for you, it is gonna be bad,” Fork warned.

Harmony finally found her voice and she glared at the two men who were grinning at her.

“Thanks for the social update, Spoon, but I have plans tonight,” Harmony snapped and then walked out the door. Damned if she didn’t have to make a detour to change her underwear, they made her so hot.

“You think she will be there?” Fork grinned.

Creed laughed and turned to his friend. “No, that is what’s gonna make this fun. Let’s go, need to get to the meeting with the Savages.”

*****

Fork stared at his half-brother. Creed had asked for a few minutes alone with just the four men who were in the room. Tonto, his VP, Sandman, Creed, and him. It was tense, and also a long time coming.

“We gonna be able to bury this?” Fork asked.

They hadn’t gotten too far in depth with this situation, it was going to take a while, but what it boiled down to was that both their fathers were pricks, and neither of them had any control over what happened when they were young. It happened, it was over, and they needed to move on. They were blood.

“Yeah,” Tonto said with a sigh. “Leave the past buried.”

“Good,” Creed said. “We need to get the others in here. A lot of shit to talk about, man.”

Sandman grinned. “We gonna have more to bury than the past. Fuckers are going to go down.”

Creed nodded and then opened the door and motioned for the rest of the guys to come in. There was only eight of them total, four from each side; it was what was agreed upon.

“Let’s get down to business,” Creed said and nodded to Poke and Easy, the other two who were at the meeting.

“Our woman got caught up in the mess, we want payback,” Easy said smoothly. “They have been running shit through our town and causing some serious issues with our distribution. What has been going on with you?”

“Selling laced drugs to high school students,” Sandman said and the guys nodded. “Gotta get them outta of the fucking town, kids going down faster than we can get it off the street. Sucks.”

They all had a code they lived by, it was good to know that both clubs felt the same way about drugs, they didn’t run them, anything else was on the table, but with the mine, the Warriors had not had to worry about money, they were distributing needed hardware to people who needed it. End of story. They were also well aware of the Savages’ underground fighting clubs. They were impressive.

The Warriors needed to make sure their guns were getting to the places they were needed. It was a little known fact the guns they supplied helped keep the order on the streets. Also, they were given to people who needed protection, mostly abused women. But the majority of their money was made in the mines, and the running of the mines was consuming. Also, dealing with the other club properties took time, they needed to get the situation under control with the Diablos. The strip club had been taking up a lot of Prospects’ guard time. The bar was also having to be watched, and Slinging Ink was only open by appointment only right now. The jobs were divided but at the meeting following this one, they were going to be sorted and assigned for the foreseeable future, Creed was sick of reacting to the fucking Diablos, now it was their turn to push the fuck back and give them a statement. They didn’t want to fuck with the Warriors and the Savages, they needed to move on.

“How do you want to play this?” Tonto asked.

“Get the clubs together, make sure everyone is on the same page, we don’t need anymore of this shit between us,” Creed said and Fork nodded and stared at Tonto who agreed. “Then we go on the offensive, this shit is gonna stop.”

By the end of the meeting, they had their plan, party this weekend at the Warriors club. Then the Savages had reciprocated with inviting them to a cookout at their club. With the shit about to get real, they all needed to be prepared and show a united front.

First course of action, they needed the two little fucks in jail to start talking. Tonto agreed and after this weekend, they would have some answers. The party was gonna provide alibis.

Chapter Six

It was late; the sun was getting ready to set when she was finally done with her day. The meeting with the two Diablos was a bust again. Harmony had sat in a small room, with two smelly men who apparently didn’t think showering was a good idea in jail. She could still smell the grossness as she walked out of the jail. After her informative meeting this morning with her men at their new offices, AKA the Starbucks on the corner across from the old offices. She had been frustrated.

No one knew a damn thing about who burned their offices down. The cameras had all been disabled, and no leads were coming in. They knew it was the Diablos; however, they couldn’t prove it. The investigation for Free was stalled and basically they were chasing their tails, it pissed her off. She knew there was something she was missing, but she wasn’t seeing it, no matter how many times her and her guys brainstormed.

Right now, most of her men were out on a job, the only ones left at the home base were Monk, Jimmy, and Simon. They were all looking for clues on the street for what was going on. So far, nothing. Feeling frustrated and pissed off, Harmony was on her way home, she was more than ready for this day to be over with. It sucked having a hangover when you had shit to do, because it made everything more difficult. She needed a shower, a tall glass of water, and a good night’s sleep.

As she approached her apartment building, Harmony should have known she was off. And by off she meant that her normal senses that warned her of danger were hung over and asleep, because she completely missed the two pissed off bikers that were waiting for her.

Harmony pulled on the door to the lobby, suddenly she was in the air with an arm wrapped around her waist pulling her toward the road and she freaked and screamed.

“What the fuck?” she said as she started to struggle to see who had their hands on her.

“Told you to be at the club at seven,” Creed barked out.

Harmony relaxed when she heard his voice and hung her head. Damn it, she was so not going to get into this right now.

“Creed,” she said tiredly.

“No,” Fork said in a hard tone. “We tell you to be somewhere, your ass is there.”

Harmony narrowed her eyes. “You did not just say that to me.”

Creed stopped and released her from around the waist and turned her so she was facing the two very pissed off men. “Yeah, Harmony, I did,” Fork snarled. “We do not chase our woman around fucking town when she is supposed to be somewhere with us.”

“Your woman?” she yelled. “I am not your woman.”

“Once again, babe, you need to clue in. Talked to you this morning and told you that we were doing this. Already have permission, we stated our intentions, everyone knows you are claimed and under our protection. No more fucking around, we wasted two years, two fucking years because you didn’t ask us what was going on,” Creed leaned in and said to her.

Shit
, she thought as she shivered,
that was fucking hot
. She was not experienced but damn, she felt herself get a little wet from his tone, but fuck him. She needed to change her underwear again, fuck. Then he leaned down and kissed her, this wasn’t the hard claiming they had done earlier today, this was a soul-searching knock-you-off-your-feet kiss that she could feel all the way to her toes. He slid his tongue across the seam of her lips, and then plunged in, making her bend backwards from the pressure of his lips. He coaxed, branded, and seared her. When he eased his mouth off hers, Fork took over. Not giving her a chance to breathe, he eased his mouth over hers and then teased her lips, biting and tasting her until she moaned into his mouth.