“But, it's company policy.”
“Look, I know you're doing your job, but don’t argue with me, okay?”
The guy seems to know better and nods his head, putting the papers back down. “I’ll show you to your lane.”
“It’s a good thing we're with her,” Axel mutters. “Her in a place like this, with axes?” He grimaces. “I can see what she means by ideas for playdates. Dear god, that’s gonna be fucking bloody.”
“That’s the point,” Harlow sings in front of us. The guy leading us through the building looks back at us with a fearful look, clearly knowing what Queenie does for fun.
“Here we are,” he says. “Have you ever been to a place like this before?” Poor guy looks like he wants to run.
“Nope,” Harlow says as she starts to set up her projector.
“Do you need an... umm... a demonstration?”
Harlow looks over at him and huffs out a laugh. “I may not have been to a place like this, but I know how to wield an axe.” Then she smiles, one of the creepy ones that make people crap their pants. “Sadly, this time there will be less blood. Oh well, maybe next time.”
The guy's eyes widen even more, and he swallows hard. “I think you got this. Take your time, stay as long as you like,” he says before turning and rushing away like his ass is on fire.
“So,” Harlow says, clapping her hands in front of her. “I don’t know the first thing about helping people bond. I’m not much of a people person, more like a torture people person.” She grins. “But I felt like out of all the guys this would be something you two would probably be into.”
“Looks like it could be fun,” I say, going over to the bucket of axes. I wrap my hand around the handle of one, lifting it up and checking out the weight. I move over to the line, bringing the axe up and over my head. Taking a deep breath I throw it, letting it sail through the air until it makes a loud thwack against the wooden round target, hitting just a centimeter below the bullseye.
“Okay, that was kinda fun,” I say, turning around with a smile.
“Let me try,” Axel says, going over to grab his own axe. He does the same thing, not bothering to let me retrieve my axe, hitting next to it, but closer to the red dot.
“Yeah,” he says with a smug smile. “I think I’ll have fun with this.”
“Perfect,” Harlow says, getting our axes for us and putting them back in the box. “Now, it's my turn.” She presses a button on the projector, and an image of Hitler pops up.
My brows shoot up, a surprised laugh escaping my throat as Axel breaks out into a full belly laugh. “I am not at all surprised by this.”
“What?” Harlow asks with a laugh of her own. “Do you know how much I wish I could have been the one to kill some of these sick fuckers of the past? At least now I can use my very colorful imagination.” She grins before grabbing another axe. She stops at the line, raises her axe into position and lets it loose. It flies through the air, meeting the target spot on, hitting the projected photo right between the eyes.
“Bull’s eye, motherfucker!” She cheers. “Beat that suckers,” she taunts, thrusting her hips in a very unlady-like way. This is the woman of my dreams, and I love her more and more each day.
“Yeah, yeah,” Axel says, waving her off and moving to take her spot.
We play for an hour, most of the time being spent talking about the past. “I still wish you had told me,” I tell Axel, putting my axe away and taking my seat at our table.
“Would you really have shared her with me?” Axel asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“I would have if that’s what she wanted,” I tell him, grabbing a chip from the basket and taking a bite.
“I wanted you all. Bad, like so bad I’d touch myself to the thought of getting gang banged by you all,” she says around a mouth full of her chicken wings. Since she’s been back, food has been something she hasn’t held back on, and I’m glad.
The idea of her slowly starving to death filled me with a fury that has me wanting to go to the club, get Triver’s severed head, and take a few shots at it.
“Well, maybe that’s something we can arrange now,” I joke.
She stops mid bite and narrows her eyes at me. “Don’t play with my pussy strings like that Cass.”
“Would you want that?” I ask, genuinely curious. “To have not just two of us at once, but all six?”
“Four,” she corrects.
“Sam would never,” Axel growls.