Page 12 of Wild Side
MAVERICK
“It’s not up to me,” Kyle says, lifting his hands in the air.
He shakes them back and forth. I snort. “Yeah, it fucking is,” I argue. “And if it isn’t, then you better figure out exactly how to make it up to you and figure it the fuck out.”
“It’s not up to me,” he grinds out. “This is a government thing. They watch every move we make. They see everything. It’s not as easy as greasing palms.”
“Then why the fuck are you trying to extort us for more money?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “It’s not that. It’s taxes. It’s not set by me. It’s just the way it is.”
Leaning forward, I look him directly in the eye. I can tell he’s scared shitless. I would be, too, if I were him. I’m ready to beat the absolute shit out of this asshole just for looking at me, let alone giving me some bullshit answer.
“You’d better figure some shit out. This was supposed to be a done deal. How much money have you made off our backs? Right now, it feels like you’re trying to make money off both ends, and I’m not having that shit, and neither is the club.”
“I’m not,” he lies.
“That’s funny,” I say with a snort.
He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he leans back slightly, his eyes on mine. They’re wide, and I can practically taste the guilt pouring off him. My fingers itch to take my gun out of my shoulder holster.
“How do we fix this?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Pay the fees.”
“I’m not paying shit,” I say. “So, you’d better figure it out.”
He stands, though I can tell he’s trembling. I watch as he takes a step backward, likely to get away from me. I notice how squirrelly he is. I don’t move, though. My focus stays on him and only him.
“Then you won’t get shit.”
If I were a more diplomatic person, I would probably try to make this happen. I’m sure Bullet is going to be pissed at me, but I would rather cook meth and sell that than deal with this shit another fucking minute.
“Fine,” I snap.
Turning away from him, I walk toward the door but stop before I tug it open. Turning my head, I look at him. “Watch yourself there, Alexander,” I warn.
I storm out of the office, ignoring the girl behind the front desk again. She’s hot as fuck. But I’m too pissed off even to try to get in her panties. Plus, she’s not the girl from California.
She’s not Zadie.
I’m lost to her, to the girl I saw in that field hiding. To the girl who made me come so hard, I started questioning everything about my life. I didn’t think that love at first fuck was a thing, but I’m starting to question it all… question everything.
I don’t know how the fuck it happened, but I fell for this girl, and I don’t know a damn thing about her.
I walk out of the port authority, climb onto my bike, and roar out of the parking lot. I don’t go far, but I need to be away from Kyle Alexander, so I don’t shoot him in the head in the parking lot, where there are cameras.
Parking at the closest gas station, I take my phone out of my pocket and call Bullet. I need to tell him about the fact that Alexander isn’t going to budge without more money. But I told him to get fucked. So, basically, I need the go-ahead to kill him.
“Don’t kill anyone… yet…” Bullet grinds out. “Get a hotel for the night. I’ll call you soon.”
CHAPTER FIVE
ZADIE
The whole pointof my coming here was to talk to Maverick and tell him that I’m pregnant. To give him the knowledge and then go from there. I’m not sure what I expect to happen. I am trying not to have any expectations at all.
If I dream of something magical to come from this, I’m going to be disappointed. So, I guess I’m just hoping he doesn’t tell me to fuck off or something. But I can’t seem to make myself actually go. I’m not supposed to be holed up in a motel room, afraid to leave. Except that’s what I’m doing.
