“Good,” Nash said.

Something in his tone grabbed my attention.  “Why are you so interested in this?  Indigo’s not your gig.”  Unless of course you counted him visiting the joint for personal pleasure which he did often.

He shrugged.  “Velvet’s told me some of the shit that he said and did to her.  I didn’t like the way he treated them.”

I continued to study him.  There was something there, something he was keeping close to his chest.  “Yeah, we’re better off without him but we need a new manager soon, and fucked if I know of one.  If you have any ideas let me know.”

“Will do,” he agreed.

“Okay, I’ll catch you later, man.  I’ve got to get a cat to the vet before they close.”

“What the fuck?  You don’t have a cat do you?” he asked.

I shook my head, “Neighbour’s cat.”

“Michelle’s?”

“Yeah.  Lisa sounded stressed about it.”

“I don’t know why you rented your house to that crazy bitch, and sure as hell don’t know why you look out for her so much.  Not after what she did at Indigo.”

“It’s not Michelle I care about, brother.  She’s still a junkie so someone needs to be there for her kid.  And she hasn’t worked much since we fired her so Lisa goes without a lot.”

“And people think you’re an asshole,” he muttered, and then checked his watch, “Shit, I’ve gotta go.  I’ll catch you later.”

He headed out of the clubhouse and I went looking for Madison.  It didn’t take me long to find her; I followed her laughter to the kitchen.  It was bloody good to hear her laughing again.

She was chatting with Stoney and grinned at me like an idiot when she saw me.  “Stoney was just telling me how you got drunk last night and - ”

I cut her off and glared at Stoney.  “Thanks, asshole.  You wait your fuckin’ turn.  Payback’s a bitch.”

Madison was pissing herself laughing now.  “Seriously good shit, Scott.  I can’t believe you did that!”

“You’d better believe he did that.  Our Scotty doesn’t discriminate,” Stoney threw out there.

“What doesn’t he discriminate against?” J asked, entering the room.

I threw up my arms.  “Fuck me!  I almost went to town on some dick last night.  How the fuck was I supposed to know she was a he?”

J, the asshole, started laughing too.  “Fuck, man, I feel your pain.  I often crave a little cock too, brother.  If you feel you need that shit, we won’t judge.”

I punched him hard in the arm.  “Good one, dickhead,” I retorted, and then directed at Madison, “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“I just wanted to invite you to a get together at our house on Sunday afternoon,” she answered.

J had made his way to Madison and put his arm around her.  “Although, there’ll be no boys there for you to hook up with so maybe -”

“I’ll be there,” I muttered and turned to leave.  “Everyone’s a fuckin’ comedian,” I threw over my shoulder as I left.  I could hear them all laughing as I walked towards the front door.  I’d never fucking live it down.

* * *

I pulled up outside my house and saw Lisa looking out for me behind the front curtain next door.  It was my house that I rented to her mother and it needed some work.  Yesterday I’d noticed that the yard needed mowing, and fuck if I’d ever seen Michelle behind a mower.  That was something I always either did or got one of the boys to do.  Today I noticed that the windows were caked in a layer of dirt.  Another job for the boys.

She let the curtain go and I presumed was on her way outside with Monty.  A minute later, I met her at her front gate.  She passed me her cat and I noted how bad his face looked.  Shit, I wished she’d come to me sooner because he didn’t look well.  And looking at Lisa, I decided that she didn’t look too flash either.  Christ, what the fuck was her mother feeding her because, damn, that kid was all skin and bones.

“Thanks, Scott.  Mum wouldn’t take him to the vet,” she admitted reluctantly.

“Yeah, I bet,” I said, stopping myself from saying anymore.  This kid knew deep in her soul what a crappy fucking hand she’d been dealt, with her mother; she didn’t need me pointing it out.  “Okay, let’s go and get him fixed.”

The relief that washed over her face was clear but I didn’t acknowledge it.  Lisa didn’t like attention and she didn’t like people stating the obvious.  She was just trying to get through life with as little interruption from others as she could, and I for one, got that.  So, I settled her and Monty in my car and we drove to the vet with little conversation passing between us.  I think that’s why she and I had the kind of relationship that we did; she appreciated my lack of intrusion into her thoughts and I dug her lack of fucking melodramatics.

As we pushed through the door of the vets, she gave me a quick smile.  Blink and I’d have missed it, but I didn’t.  She needed reassurance so I gave it to her; I plastered a smile on my face that could have lit a fucking Christmas tree.  And fuck me, she saw it and gave me one back.  This kid never smiled.  Jesus, someone needed to give her some love.

I took my attention off the kid and directed it to the vet’s front desk.  My dick jerked when I took in the blonde behind it.  Christ, she was a fucking knock out.  Long, wavy blonde hair that covered her tits; and they were great tits from what I could tell.  Problem was, they were covered up with a white tank top and a shitload of necklaces.  And that tank wasn’t a low cut one like most of the chicks I met wore, so her assets weren’t completely on display.  As she continued talking to her customer, I angled my head to try and get a better view.  Oblivious to the world while I did this, I missed it when she finished up with him and sent her gaze my way.

“You want me to take it off?” she asked, mild irritation in her voice.

I smirked, “Sure.  Go right ahead.”

She shook her head and sighed, looking at Lisa.  “Because there are children around, I’ll refrain from saying what I want to say.”  Then she turned her attention to the cat, “Oh, poor baby. Pass him here, honey,” she said to Lisa who was gripping onto Monty with all her might.

Lisa hesitated, so blondie walked around from behind the counter to come and stand next to her.  She knelt down so they were eye to eye, and asked, “What’s happened to him?”

Jesus.  This chick had my full attention now.  Her legs were painted with the tightest jeans I think I’d ever seen someone wear.  They rode low on her hips with her tank tucked in.  She was rocking the country look with cowgirl boots and a cowgirl looking belt.  Actually, she looked like she’d stepped straight out of fucking Nashville.

“Monty got in a fight the other day and now he’s sick,” Lisa said, in her soft little voice that I could hardly hear.  She had her back to me so I couldn’t see her eyes, but I bet they were glued to the floor.  She had no confidence and that shit me.  How could her mother not see that?  Not care enough to fucking fix it?

“His face doesn’t look too good, does it?  If you give him to me I can take him out the back to the vet and we can get him better for you,” she said, coaxingly.  Yeah, I bet Lisa would hand the cat over now; that voice could charm an alcoholic’s last drink from him.

Lisa gave up Monty, and blondie said, “I’ll be right back.”  And with that, she stood and left us as she headed out the back where I guessed the vet was.

I moved to a seat to sit and wait; Lisa followed and sat quietly next to me.  She seemed anxious, but then again, she was often like this.  Our eyes were drawn to the front door as a guy and his kid came through with their dog.  Up until that point we’d been the only ones in the surgery and it was fairly quiet.  This guy was talking loudly on his phone, his kid was nagging him about something, trying to get his attention,  and his dog was a bundle of energy; suddenly it felt crowded in the tiny waiting room.

He waited at the counter and rung the bell.  Blondie didn’t come out and the guy was impatient; he hit the bell again.  “Harlow!” he bellowed.  His kid tugged his shirt repeatedly, muttering shit I didn’t understand, and the dog was traipsing around the fucking room because they’d let his leash go.  I felt my temper fray at the edges; this guy was a deadset dickhead, and I was biting my tongue for once in my life.  For Lisa’s sake.

He hit the bell again and then turned to me.  “Where the fuck is Harlow?”

I stood up and was about to tell this asshole just what I thought of him when blondie made her way back to the counter.

She smiled at him.  Fuck knows why, because he didn’t deserve it.  “Rod, sorry to keep you waiting,” she said.  Her voice was polite but I noticed that it was forced compared to the way she spoke to Lisa before.  It was obvious that she knew him and that she didn’t really care for him.

“Yeah, well I’m in a fucking hurry, Harlow, so can we move this along?  And just for the fucking record, I’m pissed that I had to bring my dog back.  You idiots should have taken care of all this last time I was in.” he said.

My anger exploded out of me; I couldn’t hold it in any longer.  “Hey, asshole,” I snapped, “Why don’t you give her a break?  She’s busy, and doesn’t need dickheads like you speaking to her that way.”

His head whipped around and furious eyes landed on me.  “This is none of your business so I suggest you stay the fuck out of it.”

I stepped into his space, backed him up against the counter, and leant real close.  “Now would be the right time for you and your family to leave.  I don’t like any of the shit that’s just gone down, so unless you want trouble between the two of us, leave now,” I threatened.   When I saw him hesitate, I grabbed a handful of his shirt and snarled, “Did you not understand what I just said, motherfucker?”  We glared at each other for a couple of moments before I let him go, shoving him hard against the counter in the process.  Keeping my eyes trained on his, I slowly stepped back.  Planting my legs wide, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and scowled at him.

Harlow opened her mouth to say something but I caught the movement and flicked my gaze to her for a second, giving her a clear message to stay out of it.  She shut her mouth and glared back at me, her eyes widening in a ‘what the fuck’ type gesture.  That shocked the shit out of me, and my concentration was diverted from the asshole to her.  I’d never been given that look by a chick before; usually it was J or Nash who challenged me like that.  I raised my eyebrows at her, and fuck me if she didn’t raise hers right fucking back.

I was snapped out of my distraction when the dickhead decided to listen to me.  “Fuck you,” he muttered at me, and then jabbed a finger in Harlow’s direction, “And your boss will be hearing from me.”  He grabbed his kid by the arm and his dog by the leash, and made a hasty exit.  Not fucking soon enough, as far as I was concerned.

After he left, I looked at Lisa to make sure she was alright.  She was looking at me wide eyed but didn’t say a word.  “You okay?” I asked her.

She nodded.  “He wasn’t very nice but I feel sorry for his dog; he didn’t get to see the vet,” she said.

I crouched down in front of her.  “No, he wasn’t a nice person.  There are lots of other vets he can go to though so you don’t need to worry about his dog,” I said, and waited a moment before saying, “Okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed.

I stood back up and turned to Harlow.  She was standing with her arms folded across her chest and I struggled not to stare at her tits that were now pushed up by her arms.  She had one of the best racks I’d ever seen; a man could die happy after getting an eyeful of that.  My dick was in agreement with that.  Shit, time to rein this in; there was a kid in the room.

I moved my eyes to hers and was greeted with that irritated look again.  “Thanks for that,” she said, but I wasn’t entirely sure she meant it.

“You’d rather I’d stayed out of it?”

She dropped her arms and slowly shook her head.  “Not necessarily, but it was a bit over the top really.  I’m used to dealing with assholes like him, so I didn’t need you to threaten him like that.”

“You shouldn’t have to put up with that shit.”

She sighed.  “No, I shouldn’t have to, but that’s the general public for you.”

“Well, if you have any more trouble from that guy, you call me.  I’d be only too fuckin’ happy to sort him out for you.”

She took me in, and I mean, her eyes raked over me, and assessed me, before she muttered, “I bet you would.”