Page 18 of The Heir
He flashed me a weak smile.
“Worst place to sober up.” He grumbled.
“Oh… that happened when they put the cuffs on,” I admitted.
He laughed like I’d told the best joke in the world. When the door popped open and the officers escorted Makaveli in, hishumor dried in a big damn hurry. They locked eyes like a pair of fighting cocks.
“Hey!” the officer barked, causing Mak to cast an unimpressed scowl over his shoulder.
“Bitch, do I look like your mother, or your fuckin’ ol’ lady for you to be barking upside my damn ear? Get the fuck out of here. Your job is done.” Makaveli started shit talking until the officers gave up trading quips with him and backed out of the cage, locking the door behind them.
“You girls comfy?” he asked, looking back at us.
There was the Mak I remembered. Douchebag extraordinaire.
He planted his ass next to me in what my mother would have labeled a flop. She hated it when people flopped on her furniture. I’d have paid good money to lay my ass on her sofa right about now. The bench was unnecessarily hard, or maybe my muscles just ached from scuffling and running across town afterward.
Mak swung his hand out, connecting with the side of my thigh in a way that made a distinct whack. I stared down at his tattooed hand. His daughter’s name was scrawled over his knuckle and along his index finger.
The fact that it was his trigger finger, wasn’t lost on me.
“Your stupid ass blows into town for one night, and you cost me fifteen years. Was it worth it? For a chance to smile at my daughter and haul that piece of junk out of Easy’s fuckin’ garage?”
My gaze lifted from the ink to his menacing, hazel eyes.
“Hmm?” Was the best I could do him.
“‘Hmm?’” He mimicked. “That the best you got? I’m a felon, Blaze. It’s an auto fifteen years in this state for a felon to possess a firearm.”
“Sounds to me you should have spared a few moments to consider that before your stupid ass went to brandishing it for the world to see. What were you thinking, firing it to impress and control your friends? Maybe if you were half as capable as you’d like people to believe you are, you might actually be something to think twice about. You know… A problem… A threat… instead of a fucking joke.”
“Turnkey!” May abruptly yelled like someone had threatened his life.
“Shut the fuck up, snitch.” Mak calmly instructed.
Boots hurriedly rushed down the hallway, but when the guards reached the barred door and saw us all sitting lazily on the benches, they didn’t bother coming inside. They exchanged awkward glances, and then the one with glasses lifted his chin and addressed us, “Ya’ll sit quietly. Don’t give us any trouble and all will be well. The judge will see you in the morning if bail isn’t established before then.”
“How long is that, exactly?” I didn’t even know what time we were booked.
“Uh— about four hours, give or take.” He easily engaged, with the first non-demanding tone I’d heard out of him and his associates.
It wasn’t lost on me that they knew what they were dealing with. They were local cops; it was a local outlaw motorcycle club. I had to expect tension at times if I was going to be around. I frowned, unsure of where that thought even came from.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep, but it wasn’t easy with Mak sitting so damn close. I didn’t trust him any more than a snake.
His daughter– Now that was another story. I tried to conjure up the memory of her ass in my hands.
“You go ahead, I’ll sit with them for a while,” the polite guard told his partner.
“You sure?” The other paused before leaving with a final glance toward us.
No one had moved, so he must have been convinced all was well.
“Yeah, we’re good here.” His partner assured, before settling onto a metal foldable chair in the hallway. He took a folded set of papers from his back pocket and busied himself reading them.
“You two will get out. I won’t,” Mak started, almost conversationally after a few moments.
When no one joined in his banter, he nudged me again.