Sloan (The Protectors Series) Book #9 Read Free Page A

that mean?”
    “It means get the fuck out of my office.” Sloan's tone was just below a roar.
    “Who in the hell parked that pussy ass—whatever in the hell it is—in front of the compound?” Sid walked in, his face full of disgust, with Blaze following him. “No, better yet, which one of you guys turned pussy?”
    “I’m afraid to ask.” Sloan sighed for at least the hundredth time since he’d walked out of his small room into madness. “What in the hell are you talking about?”
    “Well, thank God you ask because then obviously it’s not you.” Sid pinched the bridge of his nose. “Because honestly, if you turned pussy and started riding not just a fucking scooter, but a bright pink fucking scooter, I’d have to quit on the spot.”
    Sloan’s eyes roamed the Warriors. Then his eyes fell on Becky, who looked guilty as hell.
    “So who’s the fucking pussy?” Sid demanded. “Hmm? Because you seriously need your ass kicked.”
    “That would be me,” Becky replied, taking a tentative step forward.
    ******
    Well, it wasn’t the most positive way to start her new job. Being called out by one of the Warriors for being a pussy and standing out front with every single one of them, even Sloan, staring at her scooter was not how she’d thought her first day would go.
    “Yeah, this isn’t cool.” Jared shook his head, then looked over his shoulder out onto the street.
    “Hell, no, it’s not cool,” Sid griped with a growl. “We have a reputation to uphold here, and this is not healthy for our badass reputation.”
    “I’ll move it.” Becky had actually grabbed her keys out of her bag as she’d followed everyone outside to stare at her beat-down scooter.
    “You crossed the bridge on that?” Sloan glared down at her, his frown menacing.
    “Yes.” Becky nodded, wondering how else he thought she’d arrived, since to cross a massive river you had to use a bridge. Though, she wasn’t brave enough to be a smartass yet and say that. Instead, she climbed on and then stared up at Sloan, who still frowned at her. “Where do you want me to park it?”
    “At your place,” Sid replied, still looking disgusted. “Seriously, how safe is that thing? I suggest you drive your car from here on out.”
    “Don’t have one,” Becky said, feeling totally outnumbered. Even Jill and Caroline were looking at her scooter oddly.
    “One what?” Sid asked absently as he leaned down, looking at the back tire of her scooter.
    “A car,” Becky replied, then laughed. “Listen, this is so not a big deal. I promise to park it off the property if I have to, but it’s my only means of transportation right now.”
    “It is a big deal because it’s not safe to ride that across the bridge during rush hour.” Sloan’s voice stopped anyone else from saying anything. “And where is your helmet?”
    Dammit, of course her new boss, unless he fired her over the scooter, would notice the lack of helmet. “I kind of forgot it.”
    Sloan took three steps and with surprising gentleness helped her off the bike. “Steve, take it around back and park it.”
    “That’s okay,” Becky said, but let Sloan lead her away from her scooter. “I can do it.”
    “Sweet!” Steve rushed to sit on the scooter, then noticed Sid and the rest staring at him. “Hey, call me a pussy, but I think it’s pretty cool. Can I take it for a spin?”
    Becky wanted to hug Steve. “Sure, but be careful. She’s old.”
    “Don’t worry.” Steve started the scooter with a big grin. “Old ladies like me.”
    “Jesus.” Sid shook his head while chuckles and snorts filled the air.
    “What? They do.” Steve frowned and revved up the struggling engine; it sounded like it was ready to stall any minute. “Hey, Adam, you want to ride?”
    “I’ll pass.” Adam shook his head, a half grin on his face. “You look right at home there, bro.”
    “Why thank you, Adam.” Steve turned and headed out of the parking lot, but made sure to flip them the