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“He’s a new player in town. I doubt you know him.”
Hyde grasped Rolland’s shirt, ignoring that two guns were instantly trained on him. “I didn’t fucking ask if I know him, motherfucker. I asked you for his name.”
The biggest guy that Rolland had brought with him pressed his gun to Hyde’s head. “I suggest you back the fuck away, asshole. I’m under strict instructions to shoot if you threaten any of us today.”
Hyde ignored him and continued to stare at Rolland. “I’m waiting!” he barked.
“Rolland,” I started, but the big guy turned his gun on me, causing me to stop.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Rolland muttered. “You’re gonna find out anyway. I owe loyalty to no fucker. His name is Wesley Marx.” He paused for a moment before saying, “Now, can we get this shit done so we can all leave?”
The last thing I wanted to do was carry on as if nothing had happened. Wesley Marx cutting in on our territory was a big fucking deal, and King would probably hunt him down and threaten to slit his throat if he didn’t stop. But with three guns on us, Hyde and I didn’t have much choice but to carry on.
As we watched Rolland leave after we’d completed the drop, I said to Hyde, “This is gonna get messy.”
He glanced at me and nodded. “I’ll look into who Wesley Marx is and you let King know about all this.”
“You don’t want to let King know?” He was the VP after all.
“No, you do it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You wanna finish that story you were telling me earlier?” Whatever it was, I felt like it must tie in with the shit going down between him and King.
His eyes turned hard. “No. And don’t bring that shit up again.” With that, he turned and stalked to the van we’d brought to the drop. And I wondered if that would be my only chance to get Hyde to open up.
Just after five thirty, I pulled up outside Hailee’s work. When I dropped her at home that morning after she stayed the night at my place again, I’d told her I’d pick her up. She was a stubborn woman and argued with me, sprouting some bullshit about being capable of walking. I’d given her a good five minutes in which to argue with me, and then I’d told her how this would go. She’d argued for another five minutes before finally giving in. I figured that was ten minutes well spent, because I planned to pick her up every day from here on out.
“You’re late,” she said, walking my way. She’d been perched on the low brick wall outside her work, waiting for me.
I remained on my bike and passed her a helmet. “How long you been waiting, darlin’?”
“Maybe like five to ten minutes. Somewhere in that range.”
I grinned. “Bullshit. I just did the block trying to find somewhere to park. You weren’t waiting out here then.”
She poked her tongue at me, a cheeky smile pushing its way through. “I’ve gotta keep you on your toes somehow. Start as you wish to go on, and all.”
I reached for her waist and pulled her close before she had a chance to put the helmet on. “For the record, I’m on my toes. But I do like your style.”
“Good to hear,” she said as she hopped on the bike behind me.
Reaching back for her, I grabbed her thighs and slid her along the bike towards me. “You’re too far away. I need that sweet pussy against my ass.”
; She did as I said and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. It occurred to me a moment too late that by the time we made it to her place, my dick would be like steel. Not the best way to turn up for dinner with her grandmother.
For the next forty minutes, we weaved in and out of some of the worst Sydney traffic I’d seen in a long time. This meant that when we arrived at Hailee’s home, my prediction had proved correct.
Hailee’s eyes travelled from my crotch to meet my gaze as we stood in her driveway. She didn’t say anything, but the way her lips twitched gave me an idea of her thoughts.
“You’re amused by my pain?” I asked.
She frowned. “It hurts?”
“No, but I’m in pain. One, I really don’t wanna go inside to your grandmother like this. And two, I’m pained that I have to wait to get you under me. I’m all for dinner and talking with Jean, but a man should be able to pick his woman up from work and take her straight home to bed.”
Her face and body softened in a way that caused me to soften. The woman who had told me she wanted to keep me on my toes was all but gone, replaced by a woman who looked at me like I’d made all the bad in her day disappear just by being there.
