Page 48 of Menace

He couldn’t ignore the call, had to take it.

“Hi babe, how you doin’ today?”

“I want to go to town tomorrow, can you pick me up? My car was making strange noises and I had to send it in. They said it was going to take at least three days to fix it, they need to order parts.”

Lucky frowned, tapping a finger on the bar as he thought it through.

Her car had been in for more repairs and services than any car he had ever known. He had informed the prez of it and they were investigating to see if it was just a way to get him to ferry her around or if there was more to it.

He would bet money on it that it was more.

“I have work I need to do in the mornin’ but I’ll pick you up at ten thirty.”

“Good. Are you coming over tonight?”

Fuck.

“Sorry, darlin’, I have shit to do for my president. We’ll get together another night.” He pulled a disgusted face though his voice didn’t show it.

“You said you were free tonight and I planned on cooking for you. Can’t you at least try and make it for dinner?”

He could hear the pout and calculation in her voice. Up to now they had gone out with her friends and his friends tagged along.

Little did she know they were his fucking back up should shit go side-ways.

“I can’t, Carmella. I have club business to attend to and I’ll be busy all day and most of tonight. We’ll try for another time.”

“You never spend time with me at home. Why not?”

He heard it in her voice. She was pissed and suspicious.

He felt like hitting his head on the bar and groaning out loud in frustration. Again he had to trot out his standard lie.

“Because I’m not goin’ to fuck you before I’m sure this is what we both want. Been fuckin’ pussy for years, you’re not pussy. We’ll wait until the time is right before I put my dick in you.” He could have said more but there was no way he could force the words out of his throat.

She sighed with what sounded a lot like delight.

“I’ve never met a man like you. Any other man would have taken what they wanted by now. But not you. You’re a very special man, Lucky Boudreaux.”

She sounded sincere but not being able to see her face he didn’t know if he could believe her. Being around her and watching her he had noticed her tells, she didn’t have many, but she did have them.

When she lied her eyelids seem to flutter more and when she was nervous her tongue flicked out over her bottom lip, when she was pissed off and hiding it she would constantly run her hand over her hair, patting it into place.

He watched for her tells all the time. It was in his reports to his prez, if something happened to him the club had to have the knowledge. It would prove helpful if they had to send someone else after her.

“I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He cut the call short, had to before he lost his cool.

She was silent for a beat.

“See you tomorrow,mi amor.” She said softly.

Fuck. Calling him her love was not good, not good at all.

He ended the call without saying anything. No way was he sticking his neck out and lying about his feelings. All he felt for the bitch was loathing. He had seen and heard enough around her and her people to know she was exactly the same as her father. A cold hearted user of those she controlled. The bitches were still under the misconception that he didn’t speak Spanish. With the information he had brought in the club had been able to intercept a couple of drug runs and they had anonymously tipped off the pigs. Unfortunately they had to allow most through and that sucked.

Maniac didn’t want to blow Lucky’s cover as he was walking a very thin line.

He finally understood what Remy had been doing as an undercover operative. There was a difference though. He had his brothers watching his back, while his blood brother had no one. His brother had gone after the scum on his own and with minimum backup for fucking years. Until he met Pixie Maingarde. The tiny woman was his brother’s one, like Gloria had supposedly been his.

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