Page 77 of MC Princess
“You don’t have all the information, dean.”
“And I don’t need it. Either way, I didn’t call you in here to discuss the size of the club.” He adjusts himself in his chair and I contemplate just how big of an issue it will cause if I just got up and walked out of his office.
“What is it that you wanted.” My tolerance of this man is dwindling with every breath.
“You have got yourself in quite a predicament Miss Whelan. The student body is scared. The parents are concerned for the safety of their children. The school board thinks that you should be asked to leave campus, for the safety of everyone else.”
Of course, they do. They realize that I am going to be making their lives harder after what happened to Zoe.
“That doesn’t tell me what you want.”
“I don’t think that getting caught up in the wrong group of people should mean that you don’t get the education that you deserve. I could be persuaded to make this all go away. I have friends in high places, and I am confident that I could sway the board to leave you alone.” Keeping my eyes on him I fidget with my phone, I try to make it look like he has made me worried, but I am turning on my audio recording.
I get the feeling this is about to get good.
“You are a very pretty girl, Finley. I think that we can work something out.” There it is, the first sign that I was right about what he is going to ask of me.
I am going to bury this man.
“What, exactly, are you expecting from me?” Come on old man, just say it.
“I am sure that you could use your imagination and think of a way to pay me for my help. You hang out with a bunch of bikers, I’m sure you have developed some… skills.”
“Oh, I have learned MANY skills during my time with the MC. But I would need you to elaborate on what you want from me. Just so I get it right.” Take the bait, please.
“I would be very interested to see for myself what those men have taught you to do with that pretty, plump mouth of yours.”
Checkmate.
“Dean. Are you requesting a blowjob in exchange for helping me hide my affiliation with the Ghost Riders?”
“It doesn’t have to be oral, I bet you have more than a few tricks in the bedroom. That couch over there is very comfortable, we could settle this before the meeting is over.”
“Oh, my father is going to fucking love this shit.”
“You should watch your language. A mouth like that isn’t desirable on a young woman.”
“You shouldn’t be concerned about what comes out of my mouth. In fact, you should be more careful with what comes out of yours.” I stand up from my chair and head toward the door.
“Finley, we are not done here.”
“Yes, we are. You are a sad, fat old man that has to try to bully young women into sleeping with you to better their life. I got everything that I needed out of this meeting. I’m not sorry that you didn’t.”
“The school board will have you removed by the end of the week.” He tries to make his voice menacing but he fails, miserably.
“Will they though?” I play back the recording on my phone and the poor man stops breathing. His face turns this awful shade of purple before he sucks a long breath in between his lips. “I think they will have you removed by the end of the day? Don’t you?”
“No one is ever going to hear that damn recording, you stupid little girl.” He moves toward me as quickly as his body will allow, which gives me plenty of time to get the knife out of my pocket. I normally keep it in my bra but I am now glad that I wore jeans today.
“You are not a smart man. If you had taken even an hour to look into the Ghost Riders, you wouldn’t have ever called this meeting.” He backs up as I stalk toward him with the knife out, it isn’t big, but it shines bright in the florescent lights. “Banks, the president of the MC? His given name is Brian Whelan, and he is my father.” He sucks in a sharp breath.
“Your first mistake was being a pig. That led you to overlook when women were being assaulted on your campus. You didn’t try to do anything to help, and the school board is just as bad. Your second mistake was calling someone into your office that has had blood on her hands before and thinking that you could intimidate her. You might want to start packing, and maybe call your wife. I’m pretty sure that what you just did is illegal, and if those powerful friends of yours get you out of trouble you should run. The club won’t forget you insulting their Princess.” His face changes colors again and then the poor man passes out, hitting the chair that I had been sitting in on the way down.
I flip the knife closed and put it back in my pocket before I open the door. His assistant is sitting back at her desk, her face a mask of indifference.
“Your boss passed out. Enjoy all this while you can because he is going to be fired by the end of the day and I am sure the police will have some questions for you.”
Pyro is waiting outside the building when I am done, a smile on his face. “I get to walk you home! Like a real boyfriend.”
