#hillroserpg

She brought him into the back, offering him up directions to the actual exchange of weapons.  All she had there was her laptop, accounting paperwork, some pieces to be priced and set up in the front, along with basic cleaning supplies for her pawn shop.  

Pulling up the encrypted file, she showed Harper the goods.  "As you can see, we have more than enough.  That oughta keep the rival pack from pushing their weight around too much.  Just remember -- you made the commitment to myself and Marrow.  You owe us now, so don't go fuckin' this up," Scarlett shutdown the computer and handed  him the flashdrive.  "Half hour.  After that, the deal's off and you're on your own."

He nodded and made a quick, "What, no kiss," remark as he strutted his Alpha arrogance around like it was his hard-on.  

"Not in this lifetime," she snarled back at him and rolled her eyes, walking him out the front door.  "But do me a favor -- don't tell Derek who you're dealin' with.  It's one thing to assist you guys, but if Marrow knew who we were workin' with..."

He smirked, "Darlin', you know I've been ready to take out Derek for years.  Any edge I have over him is another plus in my book.  All he's gonna know is that I got what the pack needs and he doesn't.  Nothing more."

"Good.  Keep it that way," she replied and sniffed at the air.  Shit.  Company.