13
Storm
An hour later, I stalked out of the jewelers with Track—irritated as all get-out. That place was a joke. It blew my mind they were even in business with the piss-poor inventory they had. As if I’d ever give my woman a diamond smaller than one caret. Fuckin’ pathetic. I told Norm, the manager of the store, he better up his game.
“It’s Bastion. Nobody buys big ass diamonds in this town. We could go to the Twin Cities if you really wanna go all out.Shit,” Track whisper-shouted as he abruptly stopped.
I lifted my gaze.
“Well, what’s this?” Deputy Miller crossed his arms over his chest. “A lowlife biker like you causing trouble in my favorite jewelry store?” He sized me up like a bitch. My hair, arms, boots. Even my crotch—the way women compared tits. This pencil dick was a loser with a capital L. “Planning a robbery or just intimidating the owner into paying you for protection.”
Boiling with fury, I clenched my jaw so tight it hurt.Stand the fuck down. He’s trying to get a rise out of you.I fisted my hands, itching to put one through the cunt’s teeth. I could easily take him down. End his life. Make the world a better place. This piece of shit didn’t deserve to live another day after what he did to my woman.
“Ignore him,” Track gritted out.
My eyes locked on Miller’s. He had a blond, porn star mustache. Since he was lean and about five inches shorter than me, I could fuckin’ snap him in two—like a twig.
“What the fuck you doing in my town?” I worked to keep a level tone. The motherfucker didn’t have jurisdiction in Bastion.
“Your town? That’s cute.” Miller snorted, strolling toward me, uniformed chest puffed out—like a big, bad deputy. Idiot. He was neither. “Just passing through.”
Arrogant sonofabitch.
“Then why’d you stop?” I bit down on my back molars.
Deputy fuckin’ Miller stood directly in front of me. The prick must’ve had a death wish. “I’m concerned about my girlfriend.”
No, he didn’t.
“Ex-girlfriend, motherfucker.”
“Storm,” Track said in a warning tone. If we weren’t in public and he wasn’t my best friend, my fist would be in his goddamn mouth right this second for speaking to his prez as if he were a child.
Miller tucked his thumbs in his pant’s pockets. “That’s right,ex-girlfriend. You like sloppy seconds, Storm? That’s about all you deserve.”
I. Will. Kill. Him.
“Gentlemen.” Sheriff Hendricks appeared.
“Sheriff Hendricks, good afternoon,” kiss-ass Miller said.
“There a reason you’re in my town, deputy?” Hendricks cut his eyes to mine.
“I was just telling Storm I was passing through, checking stuff out because I’m worried about myex-girlfriend, Madeline.”
I could squeeze the air out of the prick in five seconds. Nobody would miss him. He was fuckin’ taunting me. Trying to get a reaction so he could throw my ass in jail for assault. The hypocrisy of it made me sick, knowing what he’d done to Angel. The prick deserved to burn in hell.
“Get gone, Miller,” I grunted, done with this bullshit.
“Not before I confirm some gossip. Is Madeline with you?”
I pursed my lips tightly together. It made me almost vomit hearing him say her name.
Hendricks stepped forward. “Not your concern, deputy.”
“I care about her.” Miller smirked. “Storm isn’t good enough. He’ll only hurt her or get her killed. Already, another gang is pissing on trees and lampposts in Winters. Marking their territory. When I stopped by Madeline’s house, she wasn’t there.”
He went to her house? If Hendricks wasn’t here, I’d snuff the fucker out and pay my time behind bars. Of course, Madeline would be furious with me for losing my cool. So maybe I wouldn’t go off half-cocked. But this douchebag’s days were numbered.Numbered!