Chapter 455: Put In The Work
The incessant pounding on the front door rattled the hinges, causing my temper to reach new heights. I was finally getting somewhere with my guys. We were open, talking, figuring out our places... and now, some wack-a-doodle wanted to interrupt.
Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.
I rolled my eyes, grabbing the closest shirt, which happened to be Dimitri’s, and yanked it over my head. "It’s like people don’t value their lives anymore," I muttered, stomping down the stairs and toward the front door before any of the guys could catch up.
Even Tank was a few steps behind, which I was sure was frustrating to him.
When I flung the door open, Bishop was already mid-knock, looking like death incarnate with soot on his face, blood on his boots, and that familiar demon glint in his eyes. A dozen people trailed behind him, nervously waiting at the base of the steps like he was Moses about to part the Bayou.
"Morning, Sunshine," I said flatly, blinking up at him. I completely ignored the fact that I was naked under Dimitri’s black t-shirt. I mean, it covered my ass, barely, so it was longer than most shorts. "You have three seconds to explain why you woke me before I wish you into a cockroach."
Bishop didn’t flinch. "I need your help," he demanded, his face completely impassive as if it was my duty to help him.
I mean, I was impressed that he had managed to turn over a new leaf, and I didn’t really want to kill him at the moment, but that was the best I could do. I didn’t owe him jack-shit.
"No," I replied, my voice just as impassive as his own had been. "Whatever you are selling, the answer is no."