Mayhem (Deathstalkers MC #5)(74)

"Jesus, do you ever stop?"

"Yep, the entire time I'm at work. Although, I'm making dirty jokes in my head, so I don't know how true that is." She shrugs and walks out of the room.

I walk downstairs to my car and head to the office. I went to school for accounting, wanting to have a stable job that would help me support myself. Once I decided to leave my house and live at college my parents basically disowned me. They never thought I'd go, so the fact that now they actually have to be parents probably scared the shit out of them. I miss my brothers and sister, but they won't even let me see them. I had to do something for myself once in my life. I spent my entire senior year waiting for Ryder to come back for me like he always said he would. By the time August rolled around, I couldn't wait to get as far away from that place as I could.

I pull up to Stevens & Brooke Accounting Offices and grab the first spot I see. Right now I'm only at an entry level position, but I have been trying to be really efficient and proactive so when a spot opens up with a higher title, I might get it. Walking into the office I stash my purse in the bottom drawer before powering up my computer.

"Hey Megan." I look up to see Connor. He just started here a few months ago and he seems really nice. He has asked me out to lunch a few times but I just can't bring myself to say yes.

"Hey Connor, how's it going?"

"Good, they just called a meeting and I wanted to come and let you know." He walks toward the boardroom and I stand up quickly following him.

Mr. Stevens is sitting at the head of the table. "Today we have a new client coming in. This one will be a high priority and I want him taken to my office once he checks in. The organization is one that some of you may be intimidated by; it is our local motorcycle club the Deathstalkers. They have a number of businesses and their account will bring in a lot of money." He looks around at each of us. "I will be bringing on a point person for this, so make sure to be performing at your best." He stands up and walks out of the room.

I want this account. This is the kind of thing that can get you noticed and advance your career. I have no idea what a motorcycle club entails. I have seen the guys on their bikes a few times in town, but I've never spoken to them. The closest point of reference I have are the books I read, and I don't know how much of that is realistic. I mean, let's be honest; those things aren't real life. Not every girl gets kidnapped, saved by prince charming, and ends up married with babies.

I go back to my desk and google the club to try and gain some insight on them. I can't find much and what I do is intimidating. The results are mostly articles about crimes they are suspected of, or a few known members being arrested. The more I read, the more I wonder why the firm wants to associate with them. They don't seem like the clientele we would normally accept.

I can hear the secretary speaking to someone and saying that she'll page Mr. Stevens now. That must be the guy. I stand up deciding to welcome our new client and introduce myself. Walking toward the desk I try to calm my nerves. It's only saying hello, you're a professional.

His back is toward me, the leather vest he's wearing bearing a symbol of a scorpion, a skull, and what seems like angel wings with the name Deathstalkers MC. He is tall, his hair long up top but buzzed on the sides.



       
         
       
        

"Hi, welcome to Stevens & Brooke," I say in the most professional voice I can manage.

When he turns toward me my entire body freezes. I grip the reception desk to keep my knees from buckling. My heart is beating three times its normal pace.

He can't be here.

Why is he back?