Page 38 of Wild Side
Viking jerks his chin. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Meet you down at the bar.”
He leaves me alone, and I smile to myself, because this is rolling. This is happening. This is a good thing. Shit is falling into place—like dominoes, but in a good fucking direction instead of a bad one.
The bathroom door opens, and Zadie walks out. Wet hair, cut-off jeans and oversized tank top. I don’t know if it’s the damp hair or bare face, but she looks really fucking young right now.
And beautiful.
“I gotta go out for a while. You’ll be good here? Get you something to eat?” I ask.
She smiles and takes a step toward me, then another. She stands in front of me, and it takes every fucking ounce of my control to keep from fucking her right here in Bullet’s bed. My cock twitches against my zipper, silently begging to be freed.
“I can do that.”
“Don’t leave. You’re protected here.”
She dips her chin slightly. “I’ll stay inside.”
“Yeah, and when I come back, you and me, honey.”
Shifting closer, I touch my mouth to hers. I don’t deepen the kiss, because I know if I do, I won’t be able to stop. Zadie exhales against my mouth, then smiles. “You and me,” she breathes.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
MAVERICK
“You wantto just run protection as my guys move product?” Robin asks.
Viking smiles, and I can tell it is killing him not to laugh in this guy’s face. But this is business, and business isn’t funny when it comes to paying our bills. He tilts his head to the side, clearing his throat before he places his palm on the center of the desk that separates us. Well, it’s more like a table than a desk.
“I’m a road captain. I’ve been watching your crews for a while, and I can make this shit a lot more productive,” Viking states, but he doesn’t expand.
Robin doesn’t say anything as his gaze shifts between us. I watch him for a moment, wondering what he’s thinking, because I know he’s got something rolling around inside his brain.
“What can you offer me?” he asks.
Viking’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t smile. “I can offer you a quicker route, a protected route that will save you more than we’re going to charge you. This is money in your pocket, Robin.”
Robin leans back in his chair, his eyes focused on Viking’s. This is some kind of pissing contest, and I feel like maybe I shouldn’t be here watching it. I’m not sure if there’s some intimacy happening here.
“You can promise me that?” Robin asks.
Viking smirks, then finally smiles. “Yeah, Robin. I can promise you that. Faster route, less time on the road for your drivers. Safer.”
Robin dips his chin once, reaches for the contract, and I watch as he signs it. He doesn’t even read it. That would normally be a red flag, but Robin has been working with us for years. He knows we won’t fuck him over.
And we don’t fuck him over. Robin has a crew of about a hundred truck drivers who will go to war for him. So, fucking him over wouldn’t be in our best interest, and he wouldn’t do that to us, either, because he knows we’ve got the same kind of firepower.
It’s a mutually beneficial situation. Robin’s lips twitch into a smirk, his gaze flicking between us, then he leans forward. “We gonna seal this with a good suck and fuck down at the clubhouse?” he asks.
“You got it,” Viking grunts. “You want two?”
“You know I fuckin’ do,” Robin grunts.
“I’ll call down there, get you a room and two girls for the night.”
“You’re a good one,” Robin mutters as he stands to his feet. “I’ll be down there in about an hour. Gotta take a pill first,” he mutters.
I watch him for a moment. He moves out of the room, then I hear the bell above the door jingle. When the door is closed, I stand and walk over to it, locking it. I can hear Viking talking to one of the girls at the clubhouse. It’s Lolita, by the sounds of it.She’s a good choice for Robin. When he ends the call, he lifts his gaze to mine.
