“Most likely not, unless you follow the elections in my state.”
“Then that would be a no. I don’t know any politicians from that part of the country aside from you, and I don’t want to.”
He offers me a slimy smile. “That’s another good answer. If I can get your buddy released, would you be willing to make this problem I have go away?”
“That’s a steep request, and a lot more risk than what you’d be doing for me.”
“I can pay. Name your price, and I’ll see to it that you get whatever you need to complete this task.”
“I’ve got money, and even more now that you’ve traded with my club for Maddy. I don’t usually deal in human flesh, but in this case, it worked out well for both of us.”
He releases a tense breath, his gaze skirting around before trying again. “All right, then, what would you want in return? I’m sure we can come to some sort of an agreement. I’m a man with many means.”
It’s my turn to grin, and I do so cockily. I have him right where I want him. He’s requesting something significant, and whether he gives me what I want and we go through with it or not, I have his ass. I could bluff and tell him I’ve recorded this conversation, and I plan to leak it to the press. I would never outright record a deal, but he doesn’t know that. He knows nothing about me. There’s more than one angle for me to work now, to get what I desire. He’s an amateur at this shit compared to us, fucking outlaws who’ve lived our lives doing whatever the fuck we want, following no laws or rules.
“Alice and I have become…friends,” I commence, not wanting to tarnish her in his judgmental eyes.
He stares at me with skepticism and repeats, “Friends?” The old fucker can’t seem to come to terms with why his daughter would be mixed up with someone like me. I want to come out with it and tell him it’s because of my enormous cock and the way I fuck her, but I doubt that’d win him over anytime soon.
“Yep. Turns out she likes Texas a whole helluva lot and isn’t ready to go back home. She wasn’t sure how to break it to you and was certain you’d be against it. But, now that we’ve met and we’re also friends, I figure you won’t have a problem if she sticks around for a bit.”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows tightly. “A-and how do I know you’d let her come home when she’s ready?”
I shrug. Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn’t. “Guess you’d just have to trust me, like I’d be trusting you with these other plans. You let Alice hang around back here, and I know you’ll keep good on your part of the bargain. It’ll also give me peace of mind, that you won’t grow a conscious and contact this enemy of yours to warn him. It wouldn’t be the first time a man went soft and hung himself out to dry. Which, by the way, is a death sentence in its own accord.”
“You’re, uh, not very trusting, I take it?” Suddenly he’s looking nervous. The reality of what’s happening and how immoral I am must’ve finally sunk home for him. I’m a fucking killer, and now he knows it. The funniest part of all, is that I’m going to get what I desire no matter what he wants to do. Like I said before, I have multiple ways to work my angle now, thanks to his stupidity.
“Nah, this isn’t my first rodeo. I make my living by breaking the rules and doing whatever the fuck I choose to. The real kicker is, I have a club full of motherfuckers just as crazy, if not batshit crazier than me.”
His hands begin to shake. He attempts to hide them by tucking them into his slate colored slacks pockets, but I catch on before he can. I fucking love knowing he’s scared of me and my brothers. “If that’s the case, how will I know that Alice won’t be harmed in any of this?” It’s a reasonable question, and I commend him for not being so narrow-minded to not consider the safety of his daughter. He must not be a total fucking failure if he’s got enough sense to ask on her behalf.
“That’s one thing I will give you my word on, here