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“Relax,” the big guy warned.
Right, how the fuck was he supposed to relax in a dark garage with people he didn’t know. Even Samson, a former mob enforcer, said this was sketchy.
Marita emerged from the elevator her slim fame dressed in her signature black. Hard to believe this unassuming woman ruled the Mexican border bringing vicious men to their knees.
Her eyes slowly traveled over him. “The last time we met you used my basement at the Desert Rose to eliminate a problem.” She pursed her lips. “I wanted to take you on then, but you said your loyalties were with the Serpents.”
“And they still are.”
“So, what’s changed? Why am I standing in a hot garage talking to someone who is no use to me?”
Okay, so she was gonna make him say it. Fine.
“Because you said the other night at Wicked you might have a way for me to earn some fast cash.”
“Hmmm, something doesn’t add up. You can’t go to your Serpent buddies.”
“This doesn’t concern them. If we do a deal, it’s between you and me.” Mamba shot a look to her muscle. “Nobody else.”
Marita drew in a breath then nodded, and when the muscle stepped off, she moved closer to Mamba. “I understand you owe some big bucks to people who don’t like to be kept waiting for their money.”
Mamba jerked his head in a nod. Of course, Marita did her homework. Being informed and knowing the players kept her alive in a vicious world.
“People who would go to any lengths even if it means—”
“Look, I owe big to the wrong people. That’s a fact. So tell me what you want and how much it pays.”
Marita clucked her tongue. “You Americans, always so impatient.” She paused, then said, “I want you to pick up a shipment in Searchlight and drive it to Barstow.”
There had to be more, cause the risk factor was way low.
“Having a Serpent do the job will ensure there won’t be any hijackings or other unnecessary problems.”
True. The Serpents ruled the territory south to the Arizona border and west to the Cali border, but it still seemed like a cushy job for the money she offered him the other night.
“And the price is the same?”
“Exactly.”
Fuck. He’d be a moron to pass this up. Either Marita was slipping or she didn’t realize she could get this done for way less by one of her lackeys, but he sure as shit wasn’t gonna tell her.
“I’ll text you the particulars.” She turned on her heel, pushed the elevator button and when the doors whooshed open, she and the muscle disappeared as the doors slid shut.
Mamba stood in the vacant garage for a full five minutes going over what transpired. Marita was no pushover or fool, yet she laid out a job one of his prospects could handle at much less than what she was paying Mamba. It didn’t make sense but he put his gut feelings aside when he thought of paying up his debts and getting the vultures off his back.
Then he’d cut back on the spending and prepare for the birth of his first baby. The thought of Mandy snuggled up in his bed gave him a boner. Unbelievable, the woman wasn’t even near him and he got a hard on.
He moved away from the elevator and headed for his bike. For the first time in a while, the tightness in his chest lifted.
When he returned home, he silently changed his clothes and slipped into bed next to Mandy. The warmth of her body calmed his doubts and being near her made everything right.
She mumbled in her sleep and he pulled her closer. “I’m here now, babe, nothing can touch us.”
She pressed into him and of course his dick reacted so he pressed her to him, then inched his hand over her hip until his fingers found her center. He stroked her clit with enough pressure to make her squirm, and the more she wiggled the harder his dick got—fuckin’ torture in the best possible way. He dipped in one finger while his thumb continued to flick her clit. When her back arched he knew he had her where he wanted her.
Her soft moan undid him but this was about her, not him. Her body shuddered, then relaxed against him. He moved his hand to cup her belly listening to her soft, even breathing. He would’ve loved to flip her over and search for his own pleasure, but she needed her sleep and being a selfish fuck was in Mamba’s past.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered in her ear then settled himself against the mattress.
