by Mia Miles
“I’m serious now. Get out before his whole operation implodes. You never belonged there anyway. You’ve been talking about becoming a nurse since we were in high school. Seriously, get out, get into school, and come stay with me while you study,” Jenn insisted.
It was a tempting idea. If I stayed with my father’s company, I was going to end up taking it over one day, and if I did that my chances of getting into nursing were going to be severely diminished unless I did something crazy like sell the company.
“Oh, gross,” I said as I pulled alongside the fence surrounding the site.
“What? What is it?” Jenn asked.
“It’s that biker who is always looking at me. Jagger, you know, like the singer of the Stones.” Jagger was a member of one of the local motorcycle “clubs.” He was a pretty boy despite his leather vest with his patches all over it and the bold black tattoos on his arms. He always wore sleeveless shirts under his vest, showing off the matching tribal ink on his impressive shoulders and biceps. He would have been hot if he wasn’t always just checking me out instead of approaching me, and if he wasn’t some lowlife biker. Hell, if he had the courage to talk to me, I probably would have overlooked his rough biker thug exterior.
He had beautiful brown eyes and golden brown hair that he wore slicked back, like he was trying to grow it out or something. He was a hard worker, but he always managed to stay clean. His chest bulged out of his shirts. His lean body was a testament to how hard he worked for my father and how hard he worked for himself when he wasn’t on the jobsite. There was something almost tragic and pouty in his face.
But he was always leering at me.
“Tell your father,” Jenn suggested. “Maybe he’ll fire his ass.”
I scoffed. “Not likely. He’ll probably just tell me to grow a thicker skin since I’m going to be taking this company over from him one day. In his mind, a boss doesn’t let stuff like that bother her.” I rolled my eyes, as if Jenn could see me through the phone.
“Well, I mean, you’ve got to do something,” she insisted.
I watched Jagger. He was walking down the steps from my father’s office, keeping his eyes leveled eerily at me. Our gazes locked on each other. I could tell he saw me looking at him.
“I think I know what I’m going to do,” I said absently, still watching the biker walk away. A plan was coming together in my head.
“Well, if you need me, give me a call,” Jenn told me.
“I will.” I was thinking I was probably going to be calling her on the way out of my father’s office in just a few minutes. I knew that what I was about to do probably wasn’t going to go over well, but I had to stick to my guns.
“Good luck, Britt.”
“Thanks, Jenn. Talk to you soon.” I hung up and stashed my phone in my purse. I looked at the squat trailer sitting on the jobsite. My father was sitting in that trailer getting ready to start his day. His employees were starting to show up, trickling into work a few at a time.
Hopefully, having only a few workers there meant I wasn’t going to cause a scene when I walked into my father’s office to tell him what I had decided to do with my life. Between Jenn telling me, yet again, that she had my back if I quit and that creep Jagger blatantly checking me out as I pulled in, parked, and got out of my car, my mind was made up. There was no question about it. I was done.
I took the steps to the single door of the trailer. I grabbed the flimsy doorknob and gently opened the door to walk in. It always felt like it was ready to just come off. The cool air of the window unit on the back side of the office greeted me and welcomed me to work.
“Good morning, dear,” my father said in the chipper tone he usually used with me. I figured it could have been much worse. He could have talked to me the way he talked to his employees. He was always gruff and firm with them.
“Morning, dad,” I said, pulling the door closed behind me.
“Everything okay?” He looked up from the newspaper he had opened on his desk.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.” As I approached his desk and pulled a chair over to sit down in front of him, he folded the paper back up and set it aside.
“What’s going on?” he asked with a concerned tone on his voice.
My father looked like a connected man, the more I thought about it. He always wore flashy shirts and jewelry to work. He wore his dark hair slicked back, making him look like a character in a movie or TV show. He looked smug and incredibly comfortable in his skin, like he didn’t have a care in the world, and maybe he didn’t. Maybe he had the world in the palm of his hand. Maybe the stories I’d heard about my father over the years were true, and he really was connected to the mob somehow.
“I need to talk to you, dad,” I started, trying to build up the courage to say what needed to be said. It was too easy to back down from him. No matter how nice he could be, there always seemed to be something lurking just behind even his kindest smile.
“Sure. What’s on your mind?” He clasped his hands on his desk and leaned forward, encouraging me to go ahead and spit it out, despite the nerves balling up in my stomach, trying to prevent me from talking to him.
“I’ve been doing some thinking.”
“What about?” he asked.
Okay, I felt like what I was saying should have been obvious. Then again, I had been walking around with it all bouncing around in my head and weighing on my heart for as long as I’d been working with him. On top of wanting to pursue my dream, I really wasn’t comfortable working for him anymore, not with everything I had heard and the stuff I was starting to realize for myself. He either didn’t realize what I was about to say, or he was trying to drag it out of me.
“You know how I’ve always wanted to be a nurse?” I asked.
“You’ve mentioned it, but I thought we agreed you were going to take over the business,” he said, adopting the smooth, sweet tone he always used when he was trying to convince me I didn’t have a choice without saying as much.
“I’m quitting,” I told him plainly.
“I’m sorry. Try that again.” His tone faltered, as if I’d just blindsided him and he hadn’t had the time to keep up the friendly charade.
“I’m quitting. I can’t work for you anymore. I’m going to take the money I have saved up and apply for school so I can study nursing,” I told him. I had no idea how the words were flowing so easily, but with each one, I felt a surge of confidence and pride in my chest.
“Like hell you are.” There he was – the man who sat behind my father’s desk and talked to his employees like they were garbage.
I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t up for debate.
“You’re supposed to take this business over from me. This is supposed to be my legacy for you,” he protested, sitting back and talking animatedly with his hands.
“I don’t want to take the business over,” I snapped. “I’ve never wanted to take your business over. You decided that. It was never my plan. It has always been yours.”
“But why wouldn’t you want this? I’ve already done all the hard work for you. All you have to do is come in and make sure everything runs smoothly day to day. I mean, this is a finely tuned, well-oiled machine here, Brittney. I’ve built this for you.”
Then, it occurred to me to go for the gold and finally tell him exactly what I thought about his business. I could see the damage was already done. “I’ll tell you why I don’t want to take this business over. I know you’re connected to the mob. I know you’ve got a few guys on the payroll for them. That’s the oil that keeps this machine of yours so finely tuned. You’ve also got illegals who aren’t on the books. I assume you’re paying them under the table. And you’ve got members of different criminal organizations and motorcycle clubs working for you, like the mob has you keeping tabs on these people.”
He took a deep breath, letting the allegations sink in.
“I’m building this business for you,” he repeated himself, skirting my accusations. “I don’t want you to have t
o work hard. I want you to continue to have it easy, just like you always have.”
“Fine. I’ll tell you what. Let me take over this business. All I’m going to do is sell it to the highest bidder and put that money towards school. How’s that for your legacy?” I spat the last question out at him.
I had never planned on taking over, much less selling the company, but I was on a roll and decided to stand by my words, no matter how heated they were. I probably wouldn’t have threatened to sell the company if we could have maintained a respectful conversation, but I wasn’t going to allow him to talk to me the way he did his other employees. I wasn’t the garbage he hired off the street. And furthermore, it really wasn’t a bad idea.
His face turned dark red, almost purple, with anger, but he sat quietly, staring at me with rage in his eyes. I had never seen him get so angry before. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, and he spoke slowly, as if each word had been chosen carefully.
“If you don’t want to be part of the family business, I understand. Just get out of my office, go home, and pack your things. You are no longer allowed in my house. And you are no longer a part of this family.” He didn’t move as he spoke to me.
Each word hit like a fist to my gut. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I had expected him to be angry. Hell, I had been prepared to have to move so that I didn’t have to face his disappointment and anger every day. But I hadn’t expected him to kick me out of the house and tell me he was going to disown me. That hurt. Despite all of his flaws, he was still my father, and he’d just turned his back on me.
“I’ll have one of my associates assist you on packing and removing yourself from the property,” he added, not changing his flat, even tone.
Tears welled up in my eyes. He was serious. This was happening to me. I looked at him and blinked dumbly. I wiped my eyes and tried to fight back the sobs.
“Is that all?” he asked, as if I had been just another employee coming in to voice a complaint.
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, sir,” I managed to say. He was no longer my father. He was just my former employer.
“I’ll have someone meet you at the house, then. Good luck.” He made a show of noisily opening his newspaper and returning to whatever he’d been reading when I first entered his office. If he had been affected by anything that had just happened between us, he wasn’t showing it.
I got up quietly, trying not to break down into a pathetic, sobbing mess in front of him, and walked back to the door. I paused as I touched the doorknob and looked back to see if there was any sign of a reaction in his expression.
Nothing. He just sat reading the paper with his eyebrows raised as if he were just waiting on me to leave.
I opened the door, for the last time, and as I stepped out of the cool air of the office, it hit me. I wasn’t just walking away from the shitty job with his shady company. I was walking away from him, from my father.
It was all I could do not to double over as the sobs racked my body. I slammed the door shut behind me and hurried down the stairs, then across the dirt lot to where I had parked my car along the fence.
Chapter Two
Nails
The office door slammed, and I spun around to see Raymond Chase’s daughter, Brittney, standing at the top of the wooden steps leading up to the trailer. She was crying – sobbing, really – with one hand in front of her face, like she didn’t want anyone to see her. She practically ran down the steps and started to cross the lot over to the Cadillac her father had bought for her.
“Brittney,” I called. It was loud enough that I’d hoped she’d heard me, but not loud enough to catch anyone else’s attention. I stood and watched the boss’s daughter walking away with hurried determination to her car. Her golden brown waves were pulled up from her neck and shoulders with a few loose strands hanging down to keep her hair from looking too perfect. She wore a conservative button-down blouse with tight jeans that complimented her thin waist, perfectly round ass, and toned legs.
I had admired her for as long as I had been working for Chase. She worked in the office, and it was always a pleasure to find some excuse to go in and see that warm smile and those large brown eyes. She was off limits though since she was the boss’s daughter. I hadn’t just been reluctant to make a move on her; I had avoided it, despite taking every opportunity I could to be near her.
I couldn’t resist any longer though, not as I watched her walk away sobbing the way she was. It was the perfect opportunity to approach her, to nail the un-nail-able. She was a sweet, juicy piece of forbidden fruit, and her asshole father had just stripped me of my ability to resist the temptation by putting her in tears.
“Hey, Brittney, wait up,” I called out as I started to follow her, glancing up at her father’s office to make sure he wasn’t watching her. She either didn’t hear me or just ignored me.
I glanced over my shoulder as I hurried to catch up with her. A few more people had shown up for work. I didn’t want them to see me chasing after Brittney Chase. It would have caused a scene. I wanted to be as discreet as possible.
I knew how hard her father could be. I had just talked to him before she showed up. He had called me in to talk about my brother’s presence on the jobsite.
“Listen, I know you’re a member of the Renegade Lions,” he had told me once he sat me down in a small metal office chair in front of his desk.
I hadn’t denied it. He had known who I was before I ever took the job.
“I know I’ve got a few of you biker types working for me. I don’t need you guys bringing your brothers from these biker gangs around. It’s bad for business, and it could cause friction between different groups. Got it?” His voice had been hard and solid like a wall.
“That’s not the word I would use. We’re members of different motorcycle clubs. Sir.” I had deliberately paused before addressing him so he’d get the point. He was crossing a line talking to me that way.
“Fine, clubs. Feel better? I don’t care if you call yourselves a dance troupe and tell me you ride for the art of it. You don’t bring that garbage around here. Do you understand?” He raised his voice as he spoke and jabbed his finger down onto his desk like he was ramming it into someone’s chest.
“Yes, sir.” I had answered him as humbly as I could. I wasn’t big on showing humility to any authority other than the MC, but the smug, made look of Mr. Raymond Chase told me he was not a man I wanted to cross. Not without backup. Not without a plan.
“Also, I know you’re making money on the side. I know all you bikers are. Stop letting it interfere with your work, or being out of a job will be the least of your worries.” He’d gone from zero to a hundred with that threat. The hair on the back of my neck had stood up then.
“You got it, boss.” I looked him right in the eye as I spoke. I wanted him to recognize the mistake he was making.
That hadn’t been the first time he’d called me into his office about Cutter or other members of the MC showing up. He was like an overprotective father with us. Any time anyone showed up on the jobsite who wasn’t an employee, somebody got their ass chewed.
He had apparently just chewed his own daughter out for something. The guy was an epic jerk.
Chasing after Brittney as she walked to her car, I realized that nailing her wasn’t the only way I could get back at her father for being a douche. In fact, it was probably the least I could do. There were better ways of making him pay for the way he treated everyone, ways that I could truly benefit from.
Raymond Chase was a wealthy man. That was no secret. He was sure to pay a pretty penny to keep his daughter safe – you know, if she got in trouble somehow. I wasn’t just going to take her to bed. I was just going to take her. I was going to show Mr. Chase what happened when he pissed off the wrong people, and I was going to show Cutter that I could make shit happen on my own.
I had the perfect place to take her, and I had everything I
needed in the truck for kidnapping someone. It was the perfect plan, and it had fallen right in my lap at the perfect time.
I stopped chasing her and calmly walked to my pickup. I didn’t ride my bike to work, didn’t want any of the other guys messing with it on the jobsite, and besides, if I needed to run any errands for work, the motorcycle wasn’t equipped.
I took my time fiddling with my keys, keeping an eye on Brittney while she got in her car and pulled out her phone. She made a few outraged gestures and slammed the phone against the dashboard. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but she looked like she was screaming at it. Whatever had happened in her father’s office must have been pretty serious.
She pulled out of the lot, and I hopped in, cranking the truck quickly so I could follow. Still, I didn’t want it to be too obvious that I was following her. I took my time, keeping an eye on her to see which way she turned.
