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Mamba strode through the door and the muscle slammed it behind him which amped his heartbeat up more. Marita focused on her computer monitor for a full minute. A dick move, or in her case a pussy move, to show him who was in charge.
He stood stock still his game face firmly in place and waited.
She typed something onto her keyboard, then flicked a look in his direction. The dim recessed lighting accentuating the glimmer in her dark eyes.
“I’m surprised to see you here.” Her tone even and controlled.
“Really? Even after trying to have me run off the road?” Mamba spit out a sarcastic grunt. “Those guys were a bunch of pussies, but I gotta say the black roses were a nice touch.”
“Nothing sends a message like flowers.” Her smirk told him she was enjoying their banter, but he was here to get shit done not trade words with this vicious bitch.
“Quit the bullshit and let’s get to it.”
“Ahhh, there’s the outlaw biker. Always so crude.” She folded her hands on her desk. “I’m assuming my little messages were received, and maybe even a little scary for that sweet, pregnant woman, girl—what is it you bikers call your women?”
Mamba gripped the edge of her desk and leaned in, his voice lethally low. “You forget all about my woman. You make believe like you don’t even know she exists.”
“Impossible. Especially since she’s probably the main reason you’re here. You wanna protect her and keep her safe, I get it, but sometimes what we want and what we get are two different things.”
“Stop talking in fuckin’ riddles.” Time to shut this shit down. Bringing Mandy into the equation tightened his gut, but he had to get his emotions in check. Him acting territorial about Mandy was one thing, but acting like he cared too much could be fatal. “You know why I’m here and I know why I’m here, so give me the time and the place and we’re done.”
“You think you can come in here and tell me what to do?”
“Yeah, cause you need me. You made it clear last week, then when I turned you down you sent your goons to try and scare me. Problem is, I don’t scare easy, but I do need the cash.”
“Yet last week you turned down my money like you were above my brand of business.”
“Yup, and the minute I walked outta here, I knew I made a mistake. Why the fuck should I care what you transport? If those bitches are stupid enough to get caught in your web there’s nothing I can do about it.” He sold the bitter words with a smirky grin. “Shit, it was the easiest job I’ve had in a long fuckin’ time.”
“And have you told the Serpents about this little side hustle?”
Sure, Marita would ask about the Serpents. Now came the real con job.
“Ahhhh, fuck that, I don’t need to tell them everything I do. One of the main reasons I need extra cash is because those bastards are taking more than their share at my fights. I’m getting my brains knocked in for a lousy thirty percent. Fucked up all around, especially when I got a bitch who likes designer shoes and bags that cost a fuckin’ fortune.” He ground out a humorless laugh. “The things you women make us men do for a taste of pussy.”
She silently appraised him. “Seems like you got more than a taste—I assume it’s your baby she’s carrying.”
Mamba shrugged a shoulder. “So she says, who the fuck knows, bitch spread her legs for all the brothers, but I claimed her cause she has got the sweetest pussy I ever tasted.” He licked his lips. “Fuck me, but I can’t get enough of her cream.” He ended the sale with a smarmy grin.
Marita looked past him and said something in Spanish. Two seconds later the door opened behind him and the muscle reappeared. Mamba pivoted not knowing what to expect. The muscle and Marita exchanged more words in their native tongue, then they were alone again.
“There will be another delivery Friday night. You’ll come here like before, and drive to Barstow, like before. If everything goes as smooth as it did the last time, you’ll be paid the same amount, and to show you how fair I am, I’ll even give you half of what you turned down last week.”
“Sounds good.”
“Maybe in time you’ll get smart and leave those bikers and work exclusively for me. As I’ve told you in the past, I could use you.” She nodded toward the closed door. “Miguel is loyal, but he’s dumb as a stump, where you have brains and muscle—a deadly combination.”
Ohhh lady, if you only knew how deadly.
She stretched out her hand. “Deal.”
“Deal.” Talk about shaking hands with the devil.
* * *
“Yup,she bought my line of bullshit hook, line and sinker.” Mamba let his gaze travel around the back room of the Gold Mine. “Even offered me a steady job after I told her how you all were bleeding me dry at the fights.”
Cobra nodded taking his story in.
