Page 105 of The Heir
Mackie started toward him, and Donnie and Makaveli both shot between them, encouraging his patience.
“I’m saying, though, you don’t think you could help me out or something?” He paused before adding, “I’m saying, like you could just come and scoop her up. Drop her off at her husband's house or whatever, and I could just slide over there when I get off, I ain’t even got to be involved with no club snatch, you feel me?”
He gave a throaty laugh that would have made any of Makaveli’s weekend girl’s proud, “That’s my girl. Nah, you know I ain’t got time for that anyway. She ain’t gonna let me fuck her the wayI want to fuck. I’m trying to run through something that knows how to take pipe, you already know. I can’t be bothered with none of these mediocre leftovers. Besides, they said I could have whatever I want for my birthday– And I want you.
“Shoot me now,” Donnie mused under his breath.
“Me, mother fucker, I said it.” May laughed, “Aight then, you’ll be here in ten? At the clubhouse?”
He saluted Mackie with his chin, “Bet. See you then, beautiful.”
He hung up, and Mackie remained standing with his father’s hand urging caution at his shoulder.
“Take lube next time,” Mackie snapped after a few minutes. He thrust the waterglass into Donnie’s hand, and marched back to Nikki, shutting the door behind him.
May on the other hand, lifted a foot to plant his boot smoothly against the post and stared after him with a smile.
“He wishes he could handle bitches the way that I do,” May carried on.
“Yeah, if we all just had a fraction of your charm, cuz,” I teased.
“God help us all,” Makaveli mumbled, before letting himself into the office.
“So,” Donnie drawled, “What time does your jewelry kick back on?”
“My movement was approved from two to ten.”
He glanced at the clock, and I followed his gaze. It was ten after eight.
I rubbed the back of my neck and gnawed on my lips only to be met with a slap to the gut.
“Knock it off, didn’t I tell you I had this? Trust me. We’re brothers now, patch and marriage, right?” Donnie smiled.
I sighed, but it didn’t relax any of the tension in my shoulders. I didn’t have any problems going and setting someone’s house on fire. I didn’t have any problems beating the brakes off some bastard who liked to terrorize women and children, but I really, really didn’t want to have another jailhouse phone conference with Grandpa Winehopper.
We all sat around drinking and watching the clock and waiting.
After a while, a horn blasted outside, drawing Mackie and Makaveli both out of the office. Makaveli’s brows were already bunching with irritation and his mouth a thin, tense line and he headed toward the bar.
The horn blasted with impatience a second time, and he spun on heel, redirecting toward the door with heavy, purposeful steps.
“Fuckin’ kids and broads don’t know nothin’ about respect these days,” Makaveli mumbled as he blew past me.
My head instinctively followed the promise of a show, but then I heard a distinctive click and looked back to see Mackie checking to see if a beretta was loaded.
“You don’t want that thing–” I started to advise, having heard Oak voice his displeasure over the model and its habit of jamming at the worst moment, many times before.
“Yeah, when did you learn where the safety was? Today?” Mackie snapped, giving me a hard stare as he followed his father outside.
Donnie put a hand on my arm. “Don’t take the bait, he’s always like that after they talk. It isn’t personal.”
I gave a single, unimpressed nod and followed him outside. Makaveli was openly scowling at a legging-clad girl with pink hair that May was sucking face with.
“Remember that patience you counseled earlier,” I couldn’t help but whisper toward Makaveli.
“Blaze–” Makaveli drew my name out all low like but stopped short of his usual threats.
“Yeah?” I poked the bear a little more just to keep his attention on me instead of May’s sidepiece or whatever she was…