hated that they treated her with such disrespect.
“Hey, Hilmia. I was checking the logs and another two crates are missing from building B. I handled it of course. I didn’t want you to have to worry about it.” Hilconn, one of the worst offenders said, as he entered her office. A sly smirk on his weasel like face. His chin quivered, and the fat that was clinging to his fat arms shook. It was amazing that at his rotund size he could still manage to resemble a weasel.
She grimly scrutinized at the man. She knew that most of his problem with her was that she was a woman, but she had to wonder if it might also be that even at five foot she managed to be taller than he was. The man was stout and short, only about four ten and he had to weigh at least two twenty.
“Thank you.” Mia said, shortly. She didn’t have time for his bullshit this morning. She was expecting a delivery from the local bikers today. She’d been warned that they were not easy to deal with, but she had a feeling that was because they disapproved of the way they were treated when they were here. She had no proof of that though, and she wanted to get off on the right foot with them. If she did she may be able to work a deal that could help the Slum rebels.
“I knew you’d appreciate that I handled it rather than bothering you with it.” The man said in a tone that implied she wouldn’t have been able to handle the problem. Making her grit her teeth. She wanted to tell the man to shove his condescension up his ass, but she knew that his thinking she was foolish was better than him suspecting the truth.
“Those lawless Devils will be here in an hour. Just wanted to let you know. If you want I can handle them for you too.” Hilconn’s lips curled into another sly smile.
Ha, she’d just bet he would love that. He’d be able to slowly take over. That wasn’t going to happen, she wasn’t being edged out of this job to be assured that they didn’t suspect what she was doing.
“Thank you, but I need to learn to handle them. Also, next time let me know before you handle the issues that come up.” Mia lips curve into a large brightly lit, utterly fake smile.
Hilconn’s face darkened, and he nodded then made idle chat for a few moments before exiting her office. When he was gone Mia banged her head on the desk twice before getting back into the paperwork she’d been trying to wrap up.
Ratchet glared at Tick. Damn the man. He wanted him to go on this run today when they weren’t scheduled to do it until next week. He was pissed. The man was avoiding the feelings he had for Charity, his current house mouse, and it wasn’t something he was in the mood for. Ratchet didn’t want to do the city run. Nobody ever really wanted to do the city run. It was ran by pompous dickheads who made them all want to tell them to find their own damned food. Only it made a lot of credits for the club.
Ratchet shook his head. “Tick, what the fuck. Just go home and talk to her.”
“Damn it, Ratchet. I can’t keep begging her to forgive me for being a fool. I hurt her and she’s not ready to forgive me yet. I need to go on this run, damn it.” Tick growled running a hand through his hair. His fists then clenching at his sides as he almost begged Ratchet with his eyes. Fuck, he really hated that Tick was like a brother to him. Not that most of his club weren’t, it was different with Tick. They were closer than he was with any other man in the club.
Fuck, he was going to have to do the city run twice this month, he thought bleakly. He fucking hated dealing with those dickheads at the gate where they delivered the goods to. He sighed, leaning on the barn with his hands hooked in his belt loops.
“Fine, but you fucking owe me.” Ratchet said, he didn’t understand why the hell the man couldn’t just go by himself instead of involving him in this torture he’d designed for himself. He was going to have to make the run twice too.
“Done, we leave
“Hey, Hilmia. I was checking the logs and another two crates are missing from building B. I handled it of course. I didn’t want you to have to worry about it.” Hilconn, one of the worst offenders said, as he entered her office. A sly smirk on his weasel like face. His chin quivered, and the fat that was clinging to his fat arms shook. It was amazing that at his rotund size he could still manage to resemble a weasel.
She grimly scrutinized at the man. She knew that most of his problem with her was that she was a woman, but she had to wonder if it might also be that even at five foot she managed to be taller than he was. The man was stout and short, only about four ten and he had to weigh at least two twenty.
“Thank you.” Mia said, shortly. She didn’t have time for his bullshit this morning. She was expecting a delivery from the local bikers today. She’d been warned that they were not easy to deal with, but she had a feeling that was because they disapproved of the way they were treated when they were here. She had no proof of that though, and she wanted to get off on the right foot with them. If she did she may be able to work a deal that could help the Slum rebels.
“I knew you’d appreciate that I handled it rather than bothering you with it.” The man said in a tone that implied she wouldn’t have been able to handle the problem. Making her grit her teeth. She wanted to tell the man to shove his condescension up his ass, but she knew that his thinking she was foolish was better than him suspecting the truth.
“Those lawless Devils will be here in an hour. Just wanted to let you know. If you want I can handle them for you too.” Hilconn’s lips curled into another sly smile.
Ha, she’d just bet he would love that. He’d be able to slowly take over. That wasn’t going to happen, she wasn’t being edged out of this job to be assured that they didn’t suspect what she was doing.
“Thank you, but I need to learn to handle them. Also, next time let me know before you handle the issues that come up.” Mia lips curve into a large brightly lit, utterly fake smile.
Hilconn’s face darkened, and he nodded then made idle chat for a few moments before exiting her office. When he was gone Mia banged her head on the desk twice before getting back into the paperwork she’d been trying to wrap up.
Ratchet glared at Tick. Damn the man. He wanted him to go on this run today when they weren’t scheduled to do it until next week. He was pissed. The man was avoiding the feelings he had for Charity, his current house mouse, and it wasn’t something he was in the mood for. Ratchet didn’t want to do the city run. Nobody ever really wanted to do the city run. It was ran by pompous dickheads who made them all want to tell them to find their own damned food. Only it made a lot of credits for the club.
Ratchet shook his head. “Tick, what the fuck. Just go home and talk to her.”
“Damn it, Ratchet. I can’t keep begging her to forgive me for being a fool. I hurt her and she’s not ready to forgive me yet. I need to go on this run, damn it.” Tick growled running a hand through his hair. His fists then clenching at his sides as he almost begged Ratchet with his eyes. Fuck, he really hated that Tick was like a brother to him. Not that most of his club weren’t, it was different with Tick. They were closer than he was with any other man in the club.
Fuck, he was going to have to do the city run twice this month, he thought bleakly. He fucking hated dealing with those dickheads at the gate where they delivered the goods to. He sighed, leaning on the barn with his hands hooked in his belt loops.
“Fine, but you fucking owe me.” Ratchet said, he didn’t understand why the hell the man couldn’t just go by himself instead of involving him in this torture he’d designed for himself. He was going to have to make the run twice too.
“Done, we leave
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