I took a long swig of my beer and scowled at him.  “I’m not interested in any chick that Stoney’s brought with him.  Fuck knows what’s been up in that.”

“That’s why you wrap it brother, and fuck, so long as there’s tits and ass who cares who brought them?”

“Guys, do I really need to listen to this?” Madison glared at me with that look of hers that said to shut it.

Nash smirked at her.  “Sweet thing, you live with J.  Seriously, you can’t tell me you don’t hear him talking like this.  That fucker’s mouth is dirty.”

Now she glared at Nash.  “It might be dirty, Nash, but I don’t have to listen to him discussing screwing other women like they’re a piece of meat.”

“When I fuck a woman, the last thing she feels like is a piece of meat.”

The back door slid open and J stepped into the room as Nash spoke.  He looked pissed.  “Nash, why the fuck are you telling Madison about your sex life?  She doesn’t need to hear that shit.”

The room was full of tension now, with J and Nash having a stand-off.  Madison threw her arms up and declared, “Okay, enough.”  She pointed at Nash, “You, outside, back to your skanks.”  Then she pointed at me, “You, go with him and take these.”  She piled plates with cheese, dips and other shit on them in my arms.  Lastly, she pointed at J, her face softening as she gave him her attention.  “You can help me in here.”

Nash grumbled something I couldn’t catch, and then did as he was told.  I followed him, leaving J and Madison alone.  From what J had told me the other day, they needed some time together to sort their shit out so I wasn’t keen to interrupt that.

The chicks that Stoney had brought with him were exactly what I expected.  There were three of them, each with bleached blonde hair, overdone makeup and the shortest and tightest dresses you could imagine.  One was sitting on Stoney’s lap; the other two looked expectantly at Nash and I as we approached.

Stoney lifted his chin at me.  “Hey, VP.  I brought some friends.”  He rattled off their names but I wasn’t listening.  Nash was all over them though and thank fuck for that because that meant they were leaving me alone.

I spread the dips out on the table, sat down and kicked back with my beer.  Besides Stoney and Nash, there were some other couples here who I didn’t know.  I figured they were friends of Madison.  They were sticking to themselves and didn’t seem interested in talking to us.  Again, fine by me; I was enjoying being left alone.  It had been a long week dealing with Indigo and other Storm business.  Blade was still pissing Bullet off, and in return, Bullet was breathing down our necks to pull him into line.  Dad was fucking around with the whole thing; leading Storm into dangerous territory because when Bullet was pissed off, he had a nasty way of dealing with it.  On top of that, we still hadn’t found a manager for Indigo.

As I contemplated all the Storm shit going on, the chicks that Nash had been occupying got up and went inside.  I watched them go and then looked over at him.  “What’d you say to them?”

“Nothing, they’ll be back in a minute,” he answered and then suddenly sat up straight in his chair, eyes trained on the kitchen.  “Holy fuck, look at that fine piece of ass.”

I glanced in the direction he was looking, not really interested because, let’s be honest, Nash and I had totally different tastes in women.

“Well, I’ll be fuckin’ damned,” I whistled under my breath.  Standing in the kitchen, talking to Madison, was none other than Harlow, the hot blonde from the vet.

Nash twisted his head to face me.  “You know her?”

I nodded slowly.  “Yeah, she works with the vet that I just donated a shitload of money to.”

“Fuck, I want to tap that,” he said as he stood.

I quickly stood also, and grabbed his arm to stop him.  “She’s not your type, Nash.”

“I don’t have a type, brother.  She’s got a hot ass, a great rack and I bet there’s a sweet pussy to go with all that; I’d say that’s my type.”

He shrugged my hand off his arm and walked towards Harlow.  I sat back down and observed.  Harlow was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight black tank top with a shitload of necklaces again.  I could do without those necklaces; they blocked the view.  While Nash chatted to her I took in the way she twirled her hair between her fingers as she listened.  He would have her under his spell within minutes; he was a smooth motherfucker.  She laughed.  Yeah, brother, home run.

As they continued to talk, Madison and J came outside, carrying the meat I’d brought with me.  J looked at me and jerked his head towards the barbeque to indicate he wanted my help.  I met him there and muttered, “Madison doesn’t intend on having these things too often, does she?”

“Fuck, I hope not.  The last thing I want to be doing on a weekend is entertaining her stuck up work friends but you know what your sister is like; when she wants something to happen, it fucking happens.”

“Time to put your foot down, brother, and say no.”

“And risk getting cut off?  Not fucking likely.  I’ve been cranking the shank for long enough.”

“You’re a pussy.”

“You wait till you rely on one woman and then let’s see how quick you are to ever piss her off.”