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“Oh, someone has a magic pussy?” He asks, though there’s a menacing edge to it. It’s near impossible to tell what he’s thinking since I can’t see him. If I had him in my line of sight, I would absolutely be able to read him like an open book. Over the phone is a totally different story.
Shaking myself out of it, I clear my throat. “First of all, that’s not a thing. Second of all, it’s going fine. We’re talking about different missions, but nothing exceptional at the moment.” Lie.
“No?” He questions, his voice raised just slightly, enough to put me on edge. “You guys aren’t going on any trips soon?” Swallowing thickly, I debate on whether to tell him the current trip.
“Like I said, nothing crazy. Just a few small jobs here and there. Some tracking, but that’s it.”
“Any mentions of the Raiders?” My chest squeezes, heart hammering heavily behind my ribs. He’s my boss, for fucks sake. Yet, I want nothing more than to protect the little auburn haired beauty currently cursing up a storm in the hotel room. She curses worse than a sailor, but she’s also one of the most loyal people you’ll ever meet.
“Minor mentions, but nothing notable. It’s everything we already know.” Silence. “Just how they are going to destroy them, but again, you already know that.” Silence.
Pulling the phone away from my ear, the timer for the call still ticks. Neither one of us say anything. I let the silence continue on without giving him anything else. While I want to trust him, I have a sinking feeling there’s so much he left out when telling me about her or this club. Even still, I’m just going to do what I’m told.
“Alright,” he sighs. “You remember what you’re supposed to be doing, correct?”
“Yes,” I sneer, irritation burning red hot in my veins. “If I didn’t, I would get a bullet, I know.”
“Good, good.” He goes silent once more. There’s only so much fucking silence I can take.
“Alright, I’m going to get going,” I mutter and stop outside the business office.
“Where are you going?” I audibly groan.
“I’m done answering these ridiculous questions.” Without waiting for his response, I pull the phone away and end the call. Stuffing it back into my pocket, I pull open the door to the hotel. Right as I walk in, there’s two officers standing with the receptionist. They are talking to her, but she doesn’t look like she knows what they are asking her.
Taking a few steps back, the officers realize that someone entered. Turning fully away from her, they both put their hands on their belts.
“Are you Jaxon Wrath?” One of them asks and the other grabs their notepad. Furrowing my brows, I debate whether to be honest or not.
“Uhm, who’s asking?” I clasp my hands behind my back, using the backs of my hands to feel for my gun.
Shit. I left it in the room.
There must be a reason if they are asking…
“Are you, or are you not, Jaxon Wrath?” There’s a buff guy on the left, who would be pretty intimidating if I was a weaker man. He raises a single brow.
“Who is asking?” I retort, keeping my tone clipped. “I have shit to do today, so if you want to spit something out, that would be great.”
“You got ID?” Skinny dude on the right says. Brushing my hand on my back pocket, I grab my wallet out and whip it open. Keeping eye contact with the skinny guy, I grab my license and flash it at them.
They both squint, scanning my I.D. “We’re sorry to interrupt your day, Mr. Edwards.”
Smiling, I give them a curt nod.
“No worries, fellas. Just got to do a job, I totally understand.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Prez
Walking through the doors to the club, the party seems to be in full swing. Their moods are light, smiles plastered, and yet, I don’t feel any of it. It’s odd to think that there’s two individuals that have my hackles raised, simply because they are not with me.
When they left, it was literally like a piece of me went with them. It’s only been three days but those days have felt like a fucking year. I also need to keep in mind that they are basically just biding time. Tiny hasn’t given us the determination on whether we’re getting the weapons contract or not. Usually it’s not a big deal, but Big D is just on the other side of the border. If we don’t have a reason for being there, we’re more likely to be rampaged.
Who the fuck am I kidding? The whole damn mission is fucked, but I will be damned if we don’t get to the bottom of the bullshit going on in our area.
When my grandfather was president of the club, he once told me about how children were being sold around the area and there was little they could do to stop it. Excuses were constantly stopping us. Now? We have the technology and manpower needed to take these fuckers down.
