Page 82 of Savage

“Fuck, I’ll never get enough of you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I certainly hope not,” she purred as I tossed my condom in the trash, and she cleaned up a bit. When we started to get dressed, she looked over at me and asked, “You wanna tell me what that was about?”

“Just wanted to spend some quality time with my girl.”

“Um-hmmm.” She pulled her shirt over her head as she said, “If you say so.”

“I mean it.” I stepped over to her and slipped my arm around her waist, pulling her over to me. “You’re what keeps me going. That’s why I want you around as much as possible.”

“Well, I like having you around, too.”

“Then, stay.”

I was about to give her a big spiel about quitting her job and just moving in with me right then and there when Torch peeked his head around the corner and called out, “Savage?”

“Yeah.” Londyn stepped back into the shadows and quickly fixed her skirt as I answered, “Yeah, I’m over here.”

“Hate to interrupt, but ah, Prez wants you in his office.”

“I’ll be right there.” I finished buckling my belt as I looked over to Londyn and said, “Sorry, babe, but I gotta get going.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“It’s getting late. You and Dalton can crash in my room, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I gave her a quick kiss, then walked out of the bar and made my way to Maverick’s office. When I walked in, Bruton was sitting across from Prez’s desk with Torch and Q. As soon as Bruton saw that I’d walked in, he smiled and said, “Looks like everyone who’s anyone is here. So, why don’t you boys tell me why I’m here?”

“We’ve had some blowback from our last drop.”

“Blowback?” he asked, looking and sounding unconcerned. “What kind of blowback?”

“The kind that almost got my girl and my son killed,” I snapped.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“The Stingers are pissed that we did that drop in their territory,” Maverick explained. “We tried a peace offering, but that didn’t go over. Now, they’re embarking on a war.”

“To hell with them,” Bruton spat. “They have no say over territory. I own that lot. Hell, I own the whole fucking street.”

“They clearly don’t care who owns what. They see it as their territory.”

“Um-hmm.” Bruton stood and adjusted his sweater vest. “I’ll take care of it.”

“And how are you going to do that?”

“That’s no concern of yours. I said I’d take care of it, and I will.” He started out the door as he announced, “We have another drop at the end of the month. We will discuss the location at a later date.”

“You handle the goods,” Maverick interjected. “We’ll take care of the location and the manpower.”

Bruton stopped and thought for a moment, then gave a simple nod. “Fair enough. Until next time.”

Without any further discussion, Bruton walked out of the room. Q was the first to ask, “What the hell was that? Are we actually gonna trust him to handle this?”

“We’ve got no reason not to,” Maverick answered.

“So, what now?”

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