Page 87 of Ride or Die
“Yeah, I’d like that.” My hand gives him a squeeze and he smiles widely, thinking he’s hooked his conquest for the night. Poor bastard has no idea what's coming to him.
We move over to a small table, where our flirting and banter continues. Axel was right, when you immerse yourself in a role, it's amazing what you can pull out of your ass.
The waitress comes over. “Can I get you two some more drinks?”
Bronson smiles at me. “Yes, I’ll take a whiskey, neat, and she will have…?”
“Another white wine please,” I say sweetly, then meet his eyes. He gives me a flirtatious grin. He thinks he’s loosening me up. Perfect.
The waitress drops off our new drinks. I take the pill out of my purse and leave it on my lap under the table. My eyes meet Axel’s, indicating I'm ready. It's time to cause the distraction like we planned.
He takes his drink and stumbles into a passing waiter, spilling the guy’s tray all over the floor. The sound of crashing glass makes the whole lounge turn in their direction, including Bronson.
“This fucking place sucks!” Axel screams, playing the role of belligerent drunk. “Fuck all of you! You call this a drink? You’re cheating me out of my booze! This is not a full shot! This is not what I paid for!” He smashes his glass on the floor with the rest in a fit of rage and flips a table. While everyone is so focused on this scene unfolding, I slip the roofie into Bronson’s drink.
Axel continues running with it until the bouncers escort him out the front door, giving the roofie enough time to dissolve before Bronson notices. He turns back to me, shaking his head.
“Jesus, some men can’t handle their liquor.” He chuckles, then takes his drink and downs it all in one go, making a funny face at the bitter taste. I withhold my smirk at the irony in that becausehe isgoing to bethatguy.
“What do you say we get out of here?” I ask, squeezing his arm.
“I think that sounds like a fantastic idea Just let me use the washroom before we go.” He gives me a grin and wink, then heads off to the restrooms.
I wait patiently, and by the time he returns, he already looks fucked up. He reaches the table and offers his hand. We make our way to the door, and he’s becoming more stumbly as we go. I have to get him to the car before he passes out.
“How about you drive? That last drink hit me a little harder than I thought,” he slurs and hands me the valet ticket as I support him. Thank god he was the one who asked me to drive and I didn’t have to coerce him.
“Sure. I can't wait to see your place, Bronson.”
"Mm... I can't wait for you to see it either," he murmurs.
We stand there holding each other, and he lets out a deep breath, the pill taking full effect on him. In the distance, I see the Corolla parked on the street. Axel is waiting. When the valet pulls the car up, I help Bronson in and then get into the driver’s seat.
“Thanks, babe,” he slurs. Smiling, I put the car into drive, and he gives me directions back to his place. As I pass the Corolla, it pulls out after me, following us. After about five minutes, Bronson is out cold, his head leaning against the window.
“Bronson?” I ask, reaching over to slap his face. Nothing. The time is now.
I pull into a back alley, followed closely by Axel. As I put the car in park, he’s already out and heading towards the passenger side door. He looks both ways down the alley then opens it, and Bronson practically falls out. Axel pulls him out and frisks him, taking some cash out of his pocket. I watch him in disbelief.
“What?” he says with a shrug.
We lean him up against the wall of the building, leaving him there, and I get back into the car. I pull out of the alley and make my way to the highway with Axel following behind.
My heart is racing the entire time, my head constantly swiveling around me, looking for cops or anything suspicious. Colt says this is always the worst part.
Forty minutes later, I pull into the pier, finally starting to relax when I drive the Bentley directly into the shippingcontainer. Now that I’m here and safe, a sense of pride overcomes me when I realize I did it.
Mission complete.
I walk out of the container and head towards Axel in the Corolla, the adrenaline replacing my anxiousness, filling my veins with each step towards him. He gets out of the car, and I see Williams emerge from the shadows. They say something to each other, but I'm not close enough to hear.
I hurry towards them, just wanting to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible, and hop into the passenger side. Williams walks around the car while Axel gets into the driver’s seat. He steps up beside my window and knocks, so I roll it down.
“A job well done, Miss White. I must say, you do look fabulous, and even better driving my car. I can see why Hawthorne is so hung up on you.” His dark eyes trail over my chest and face. He reaches through the open window, and his finger grazes the top of my breast that’s busting out of this dress. Repulsed, my heart races as I resist smacking his hand away.
Don’t piss off the crime boss.
“It’s too bad you and Hawthorne want out. I could really use a spitfire like you on my team permanently,” he says. I look up at him to see that stupid smirk on his face.
