Page 88 of Menace

Seeing the prospect there he made and instant decision. Right or wrong he had to know.

“I have a job for you.” He said softly as he pulled him aside.

“Sure, anything you need, Boss” Mouth said.

“You tell no one, understood. This stays here, between us. You’re goin’ to the safe house and getting’ the DNA of the kid and the woman. You can’t get caught. Understood?”

Mouth looked worried for a second then nodded. “I can do it. I’ll have it for you by tomorrow.”

Lucky gave him a nod then strode towards where they were holding the slut.

His phone felt like it was burning a hole in his kutte but he didn’t touch it.

He couldn’t look at it right now.

He had to stay in the zone.

A zone he needed to be in to handle whatever shit she was going to throw at him.

And there would be shit, he could almost guarantee it.

TWENTY SIX

Lucky

Strolling into the holding room his eyes sought out the woman sitting in a chair across the room. She no longer looked anything like Carmella. It was Gloria Garcia sitting in front of him. It was as if she had thrown off the disguise of Carmella to reveal another person beneath it. This new persona showed her true age but it was obvious she had been taking care of herself. Her hair was fashionably styled and cut shoulder length. It was a gleaming brown with golden brown highlights. Her make-up was perfect, making her skin look flawless. Her full lips were a glossed deep red and her dark eyes were lined with black, her eyelashes long and covered in black mascara and much too long to be real.

He had been around club sluts for years and they made use of false eyelashes to accentuate their eyes all the time. The same with the deep red gloss she had on her lips. Plus he had a sister who was a wizard with a make-up brush. The war paint on the slut didn’t do a thing for him.

She smiled as he came closer and super white teeth winked through the red lips. Artificially whitened. As he came closer she stood and he let his eyes slide over her body. Her outfit was expensive and obviously planned for the best effect. Tight light tan high waisted trousers hugged her ass and thighs before belling out to her ankles. It was teamed with a sleeveless, collarless top in the same colour. The neckline was cut in a deep vee and there were buttons down the front where they disappeared into the top of her pants. The lace of her bra peeked out of the neckline of the top, pushing her big tits into an abundant cleavage. A cleavage that almost covered the mole but not all of it, he could still see it.

He took in the rest of her outfit, a thin leather belt with a golden buckle circled her waist. Looking down at her feet he took in the bright red toe nails peeking out of a pair of golden sky high strappy heels.

From top to toe she was a woman who was used to the good life, used to being taken care of. How the fuck did she think she’d be able to convince him she was in trouble?

Nothing about her said she was in trouble. It screamed out ‘rich bitch’.

“Lucky.” She said in a low breathy voice. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Gloria.” He only said her name, nothing else.

With swaying hips she made her way over to him and put her hands on his chest, dragging her long red talons down over his abs before he grabbed her wrists and pushed them away. Long nails no longer did it for him. He preferred his little cat’s short nails.

“Why are you here?” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared emotionlessly down at her.

Looking away from him and then back again she bit her lip, slowly let it go then sighed while blinking her long lashes.

He was sure every single move had been practised in front of a mirror until she got it down. Too bad for her he wasn’t moved or impressed.

“I came to say…to say that I’m sorry. Sorry that I never reached out. Sorry that I kept so much from you. It’s…it’s not what you think. I…I didn’t want to leave. I had no choice.” She put a hand over her mouth and blinked as if trying to hold back tears.

There were no fucking tears.

Fake.

All of it fucking fake.

“Stop wastin’ my time. Say what you came here to say. I’ve got shit to do and don’t have time to hang around here waitin’ on you to open your fuckin’ mouth.”

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