Blaze (Storm MC #2.5)

Madison got in between them, trying to diffuse the situation. “J, just leave it, okay?”


Nash's face was a mask of anger and he cut in before J could reply, “No, fuck it, Madison. If he’s got a problem, we can settle this once and for all now.” I’d figured out over the past few weeks that J and Nash pushed each other’s buttons. Nash looked ready to take J on.

“I do have a fucking problem, motherfucker. I go away for a couple of months and I get back to find that you’ve been trying to talk your way into my woman’s pants.” J thundered.

Nash snarled and stepped forward to get in J’s face. “You don’t know me very well, J, if you think I’d fuck another man’s woman. I wasn’t trying to get in her pants but I was trying to make sure she knew what she was doing by letting you into them, asshole.”

“I think I know you very fucking well, Nash. You’d fuck anything, and I’m betting that would include another man’s woman. You need to back the fuck off Madison because she’s mine, and I don’t take too fucking kindly to other men stepping in.”

Shit, J was one territorial male. I’d not seen him in action before; he didn’t muck around.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, J. I’ve told you, Nash wasn’t trying to get in my pants,” Madison stepped into the argument. She had a wild look about her and J scowled at her.

“Stay out of it, Madison. This is between me and Nash,” he fumed, dismissing her with an angry glare.

She threw her hands up in the air. “Fine, I’m out. You two can sort this out between yourselves. I’m going home.” She gave me an apologetic look before turning and stalking out of the room.

I was standing in stunned silence until Scott made his way over to us. He was pissed off; I knew his moods fairly well by now and I knew there were no crinkled eyes to be found tonight. This put me in a pissed off mood too; it was Scott’s birthday and damn it, I wanted crinkles tonight. If J and Nash kept this up, they just might have me to contend with.

“You two need to get your shit together,” Scott said in that voice of his that meant business.

Both J and Nash glared at him; it was like a stand off of bossy men, none willing to back down.

I waited to hear who would cave first but none of them did. Oh, good God, these men! I stepped forward and caught all of their attention. “J, have you any idea how much Madison missed you while you were gone? I made her coffee nearly every day and listened to her moan about you being gone. It looks to me like you’re wasting precious time here. You’ve got a woman ready and waiting to make all your dreams come true and here you are, waving your dick at Nash, who, can I just say, has no interest in Madison. I have no idea what your beef is with him but I can tell you, women get tired of men who beat their chest repeatedly, so I’d suggest you forget it and just go home and let Madison love you.” I turned my attention to Nash and shook my head at him. “Nash, for God’s sake, move on. Arguing with J is pointless. Don’t you have a chick to bang somewhere?” I finished and waited for their response. All three of them were looking at me with raised eyebrows and stunned looks on their faces.

Oops, maybe I’d overstepped. Shit, Scott would be mad at me and that was the last thing I wanted on his birthday. I held up my hands in a defensive gesture. “Okay, just ignore me. As you were,” I muttered and leant down to pick up my bag. If they were all going to be mad at me, I was leaving. I slung my bag over my should and took a step to leave.

Scott reached out and curled his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Where you going, babe?” he asked, his face close to mine and his eyes searching mine. Butterflies hit my stomach; Scott had a way of making me feel like the only person in the world sometimes and this was one of those times. In the midst of this argument, he’d managed to block everyone else out and give me his full attention. No other man had ever done that for me.

“I think I’ve probably said too much and involved myself in something I shouldn’t have, so it’s best if I leave you boys to it,” I admitted quietly. The feel of Scott’s arm around my waist, his warm breath on my skin, and his intense gaze were muddling my thoughts.

“Let’s get something straight here; if you’ve got something to say, you say it. You don’t hold back. Can’t say I’ll always agree with it but I always want to hear what you’re thinking. Okay?”

I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured in agreement.

He held me close for a moment longer and held my eyes before nodding once and letting me go. Then he turned to J and Nash. “I think Harlow’s pretty much covered it. I’m going home but I want you two to sort through your shit once and for all. We’ve got too much other stuff going on at the moment; we don’t need to add your grievances to it,” he muttered before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room.