I was in my backyard, playing with Vegas. I throw the ball and he ran as fast as he could to get it. He brought the ball back the same time my phone rang. I answer the phone and use my shoulder to keep it against the side of my face while I got the ball from the dog. "Hello." I throw the ball. I let my shoulder relax as I use my hand to hold the phone.
"Hello babe. You're still coming this weekend, right?" Malachai spoke to me through the phone. Vegas drop the ball in front of me.
"Of course, I want another lesson." I told him. My pet barks at me upset that he had to wait.
"What wrong with the dog?" He knew that Vegas was well train and didn't bark for no reason.
"He's being a brat, wants me to throw the ball." I took a seat on the ground, showing him that I was done throwing. He crawls into my lap.
"I'm going to have to deal with business for a few hours this weekend, if you want to bring the dog." He spoke in bored tone like he always did about my dog. For whatever reason, he thought it made him look weak to care for an animal.
"Are you making up excuses because you miss Vegas?" I pet the Labrador retriever with my free hand.
"If I wanted a dog, I would get one a badass vicious dog like a pit bull or Rottweiler not a lame Labrador." I could envision him, smirking as he eyes glaze over with excitement at the thought of pissing someone off.
"First of all I hate the demonization that those breeds go through. Second, Labrador is one of the smartest breeds around. Thirdly, there is a reason they are the most popular breed." I would defend my dog with my life and I knew he would do the same for me.
A loud smack went through the phone. "Watch yourself Maverick." He growls out. "I actually call for a more serious reason. I know that you're not completely comfortable with the gift yet, but I need you to keep it on you." He turns his attention back to me.
"Why? What's wrong?" My stomach drop, I knew the basic of working the gun. But, my aim was decent at best.
"The Ghoulies aren't in dangerous, but I think Northside teens might be. Two teens got gun down last night at lover's lane." He informs me.
"Who," I ask, hoping it wasn't Tomoko. She went on a date last night.
"I don't know. I'll find out and let you know when I pick you up in little while." He said. We said our farewell before hanging up the phone.
"Come on Vegas. I have to get ready for a day of school and you for another day of sleeping on the couch." I nudge him, signaling that I wanted to get up. I went up into my room to change into a gray V neck lace up long sleeve hoodie, light blue ripped jeans, and black all star converses. I let my hair down from the messy bun I had it in and brush it. I paint my eyelids brown, my lips and cheeks pink. I grab the pink gun and put it into the laptop sleeve of my moschino backpack that had a playboy teddy bear on it. I walk out of the house in search for the red truck.
I jump into the truck as soon as I saw it. "Did you find out who was attacked?" I was anxious to know.
"A jock and a vixen, the guy has a weird name like an animal." He said, making me go from relief to sorrow.
"Moose," I said. He was the only one in school with an animal name.
"Yeah, that's it. You know him?" He started the car up.
"I tutor him a couple times. He's been with his girlfriend since middle school. Are they dead?" My eyes water as I thought of young lives lost.
"The Moose shield the girl with his body. She's completely fine and he's in the hospital. He's stable." He drove down the street. "Do you have the gun?" He looks at me from the corner of his eye.
"Yes I do," I pat my backpack.
"I need to get you a holster." He seems to be reminding himself more than he was telling me.
"I want a shoulder holster. I can look like an old school detective." I imagine how badass I would look.
"I was thinking a concealed hip holster would be best. It's for protection, not part of a costume." He rolls his beautiful brown eyes at me. The car moves to the side of the road.
"Thanks of the ride." I lean over to give him a kiss.
"No problem, babe. I'll see you later." He smirks. I got out of the car to make my way to school. I text Trev, asking where they were. I got a ding when I enter school and went to find them.
I walk into student lounge and took a seat by my friends. "What are we doing?" I ask, noticing that they were both oddly quiet.
"We are listening to Kevin talk about finding Midge and Moose last night." Trev nods over to the middle of the room, where my brother's friends are on their usual couch.
"He was there. What was it a threesome?" I wrinkle up my nose. That would be an awkward situation for Midge and Kevin.
"That's what we are trying to find out. Thank god, none of your brother's friends know how to speak quietly." Tomoko said with a notepad in lap, ready to write any important details down.
"It was full-on Carrie. Midge covered in Moose's blood, screaming like a banshee. It was insane." Kevin describes the scene as my brother walk in.
"Kev, what were you even doing there? You could've been shot, too." Archie spoke in his concern disappointed fatherly tone that he picked up lately. It was nice to know that it was being used on other people beside me.
"I was just night-jogging, you know, as one does, and suddenly I hear gunshots." Kevin defends himself.
"Can we agree there's a killer on the loose?" My brother spoke as he sat down.
"I don't want hear this theory again." I spoke, done eavesdropping. It was about to turn from an eyewitness account to a conspiracy theory.
"What theory?" Trev ask.
"That all the attacks are connected somehow." I told them about Archie's theory. The more attacks there were, the more it was starting to make sense. Not necessary that he was the connection, but maybe there was one.
"The crimes don't seem to have any connections. But, they all happened in such close time frames and in a small town. It is something to think about." Tomoko wrote something down on her notepad.
"I don't want to think about it." I shook my head. If it was personal, my dad might be a sitting duck at home healing.
"Sorry, Abs. I can be so insensitive when it comes to a new lead." She put her pen down to give me a guilt look.
"It's fine." I shook my head. She shouldn't have to hold back, because of me.
"Hey, Andrews, we're going to the hospital to see Moose. You want to come?" Reggie walks into lounge, to collect his last teammate.
"Yeah, I'm coming. I'll see you tonight, Ronnie." Archie got up to go with the football team.
"I'm going to see if I can catch a ride." I got up. Moose came when my dad was in the hospital. I was going to return the favor. I walk over to the football players. "Can I catch a ride with one of you? I want to visit Moose." I stood by my brother, smiling at his teammates. I felt bad that I was asking for a favor when I didn't know any of them well.
"I would be happy to give you a ride." Reggie smile widely as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. "You can ride shotgun." He guides me to the parking lot. Archie and two other football players squeeze in the back. I got in the passenger seat, while Reggie got into the driver's seat.
"How does one get you as a tutor? I sign up and got Dilton." He pulls a face as he drove out of the parking lot.
"It matters what subject, I tutor history and English." I explain.
"Too bad I got good grade in those. I'm sure we can find another reason to get together." He winks at me.
"Come on, I'm right here!" Archie yells.
"What? I'm just talking to her." Reggie looks at him in the rearview mirror.
"No, you're flirt with my little sister." He glares.
"Only by a year," Reggie mutters, turning into the hospital. Every passenger in the car let out a sigh of relief about that.
We walk into the hospital. "Do you know what room Moose is in? We're some of his friends." I ask the lady behind the front desk.
"He's in room 325. Only three can go in at a time." She smiles at us.
"Thank you." Reggie smiles back at her. I was glad; she didn't question us about not being in school. We made our way to his room. Archie, Reggie, and I went in first.
"Hey lumberjack, I heard you got hurt in the line of duty." I walk into the room and sat down on the foot of the hospital bed.
"Line of duty?" He raises an eyebrow.
"You know saving a damsel from a big bad wolf." I smile at him. Moose and Archie laugh, while Reggie howls.
"I don't know about saving all I did was cover her. If I wasn't such a big slab of beef, Midge might've been hit too." He humbly shook his head.
"You saved her life, bro." Archie put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are your nurses is hot? If so, what if you pop a boner during a sponge bath?" Reggie sat down at Moose's side as he sat his Jelly-O. His wound best friend laughs at his antics. I roll my eyes, letting a few chuckles escape my lips.
"And it wasn't a ski mask? He was wearing a black hood for sure? Anything else you remember about how he looked?" Archie brought the mood back down.
I was about to tell him to knock it off, when Moose answers him, "His eyes."
"They're green, right?" Archie pushes to find out if it was the same person who shot our dad. I look down at my hands as I thought about those green soulless eyes.
"They were blank. Like there wasn't a person behind them. He was like Michael Myers. He had the devil's eyes." Midge came in the room as she answers my brother's question. She walks over to Moose side. My brother and I share a look.
I walk to my locker to see a paper sticking out. I pull it out to see a red circle with "Feeling scared? Want Protection? Call the red circle." written in black in the middle with Text or call 555-0145 underneath it. My jaw drop at my brother's number.
I hurry over to his locker. I got there at the same time that Sheriff Keller did. "Did you think I'd let teenagers form a militia?" He slams the flyer down on the locker beside Archie's head. I glare at him from my brother's side. While I wasn't sure about this group, I definitely didn't like the aggression that the sheriff was showing my brother.
"We're trying to help, sheriff. People are scared." He calmly told Keller.
"A lynch mob won't help that." He looks at Archie with his eyes wide and face red. I was about to comment that if he was protecting the neighborhood, my brother wouldn't feel like he has to, when Principal Weatherbee came around the corner.
"Sheriff Keller." He greets as if he was expecting the man.
"We have a big problem here, Waldo. You see, your student has formed his own private army." He informs the Principal while glaring at Archie.
"The Red Circle is a school club." Weatherbee corrected Keller.
"You endorse this?" His eyes narrow as if he was wondering how dumb our principle was.
"Archie has shown tremendous initiative. You can't fault students for wanting to protect each other." He classily told the sheriff what I wanted to. If you won't protect this town, people are going to take matters into their own hands.
"Morning, Waldo." He sarcastically said, before walking away. The man was so easy to defeat it was no wonder criminals got away with everything around here.
Archie stares up at Principal Weatherbee in admiration. "Get to class." He comments dryly as he walks away from us.
"That was so cool." He turns to me.
"What is this club?" I wave the paper in front of his face.
"It's exactly what Weatherbee said. We are going to protect each other. If a girl think someone follow her, we'll give her a ride home. If a guy thinks someone outside their house, we check the perimeter." He grabs the paper from me and gave it to someone that was passing by.
"If you find someone, what are you going to do?" I put my hands on my hip, letting him know I was onto him.
"Then we call the police." He stare me in my eyes. I frown, I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or lying. That scared me, for it was the first time I couldn't read Archie like a book.
"Vegas, stay still, so I can put on your leash." I try to calm down the excited dog that was jumping around me after he saw me grab it.
"And you're sure Tomoko's dog is fixed?" Dad laughs as he watches me do a victory dance at being able to latch his leash on his collar.
"Yeah, she is. Don't worry, Vegas won't be anyone baby daddy. Well, I do let him run free sometime in the park. So, who knows?" I shrug.
"As long as it can't be trace back to us," Dad rolls his eyes at my banter.
I put on a backpack with Vegas's supplies and throw a duffel bag with my things in it over my shoulder. "Bye Dad. Vegas and I will see you Sunday night." I gave him a kiss on the cheek. I led my lab out the door and down the street.
I stop by the bed of the red truck to dump the backpack and duffel bag in. I open the door to the passenger's side. Vegas jump in and attack the driver with kisses. "Get your ugly beast off me." Malachai gave the dog a gently push that wouldn't even move a feather.
I laugh getting into the passenger seat and close the door. "He misses you." I tease. He glares at me as Vegas curl up on his lap. "Come Vegas, Kai got to drive." I pat my lap. The dog looks over at me before putting his head back down. "Excuse you, I think you should remember who feeds and walk you on a regular. I also love you openly. Not like him who pretends to hate you." I glare at my traitor dog.
"Off my lap Vegas, I got to drive." He pat him on the butt and he crawl over to me.
"I'll remember this the next time you beg for food." I pout as I pet him. Despite being upset with my dog, I couldn't help but pet and cuddle him on the ride to The House of the Dead. I open the door for Vegas to jump out and ran to the warehouse door. We hop out of the car to follow the excited dog. Malachai unlock the door and slowly open the door to tease him. Like every time before, the second it was open enough Vegas would squeeze himself through. I walk in and smile at the sight of a group of Ghoulies gather around Vegas excited to play with him. I love how one dog could turn a bunch of gang members into children on Christmas morning.
Vegas broke free from the group when my bodyguard steps into the room. He barrel towards him and jump on him. Unlike me, Maverick was able to stay on two feet as he bent over to pet the dog. "You are the only reason, I tolerate your owner." He scratches him behind the ear.
Before I could come up with a witty comment back, Malachai spoke. "Did you set up the shooting range?"
"Yeah, it ready for you," Maverick points to the back door.
"Come on, Babe." He wraps his arm around my shoulder to guide me out to the backyard that was converted into a shooting range. Instead of beer bottle on crates or picture of Serpents hanging, there were newspapers stringed up. I walk closer to see that it was the Black Hood article. I look back at him, raising an eyebrow asking silently why this was here. "I thought you could use some motivation to better your aim." He held out a gun to me.
I walk over to him to take the gun from him. I got into a firing stance, took off the safety, and got a good grip on the pistol as I raise it up. I use the front sight tip to aim at my first target. As I look at the newspaper I remember what it said, about how my dad deserved to die because he committed adultery. The rage fill me as I thought of coward in a mask, if he thought his cause was so noble why hide. I shook my head, trying to get out of my emotional headspace and focus on the matter at hand.
"No, don't shake off the anger. The point of this exercise is to use your emotions to focus. In a real life situation there will be emotions." He push his front against my back as he whisper into my ear.
I took a deep breath and let myself think of the black hood. This time I let rage fill me to the brim for the bastard playing god. I once again use the front sight tip to aim at my first target and I pull the trigger. I manage the recoil by keeping my stance and grip. I wait a few seconds before moving onto my next target. I repeat the motions again and again until I ran out of newspapers. My jaw drop in amazement as I put the safety back on and put the gun down on a crate. This was the first time I ever hit all my targets in one round. I jump into Malachai's arms and kiss him all over his face. "Emotions can help you do amazing things." He leans down to give me a kiss on the lips.
"My emotions are leading me to do something else amazing." I made a trail of kisses along his jaw line and down his neck.
"Ooh Baby." He picks up and carried me to his room. The Ghoulie wolf whistles as we move past them.
I wiggle to get down when the bedroom door close. I turn my back to him as I slowly walk to the bed, stripping along the way. I kick off my heels. I playful took off my shirt, swing it over my head, and let it go mid swing. I unbutton my jean and made sure to shake my ass once I got it down to my thighs. I let myself fall on the bed on my back. "Can you help me?" I held out my legs that had my jeans around my knees.
"I'm always willing to help a lady." He pulls off my jeans. He pulls off my thong and bra right after. He wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking and nibbling on it. One hand went to give my other breast attention, while the other went to a sensitive soaked pussy. "I love it when you show me you miss me." He chuckles against my breast as he slides two fingers into me. I automatically began to ride his fingers, gasping as he hook and unhook them.
"Why don't you return the favor, by showing me how much you miss me?" I reach down to grab his hard dick that was being strangled by his skinny jeans.
"Gladly," He sat up and clumsy took off his shoes, jeans, and boxers with one hand. He only took his fingers out of me when he took off his ghoulies cut and his unbutton shirt that was underneath it. He spread my legs apart and grabs his dick to trace my pussy with his tip. "How much do you need this dick to stretch out your pussy?" He smirks down at me as he pinches one of my swollen nipples.
"As much as you need my pussy tightly wrap around your dick." I move my hips down to put the tip inside me.
"Fuck, you don't play fair, you little slut." He slams the rest of his length into me.
"That's what you love about me." I hook one of my legs around his waist and put the other on his shoulder.
"One of many reasons," He had a bruising grip on my hips as he got into a rough and hard rhythm. He turns his head to lick my foot before sucking on my toes. I let out moans and gasp he kept up his pace. I knew he was close when he pop my toes out of his mouth and shove my legs off his shoulder to drape his body over mine. The leg was now dangling off the bed as he strokes were slowing down, but were still deep. He grabs my jaw to pull me into an open mouth kiss as use his other hand to rub my clit.
"I'm close baby doll, so you got to cum for daddy." His rubbing became rougher the closer he got.
"I'm cumming daddy, I'm cumming." I felt my body jerk as my pussy clench down and gush around his dick. He bites down on my shoulder as he fills me up with his hot seed.
"Thank the devil for birth control, because it would be a crime to not going in that pussy raw." He chuckles, dropping down on the side of me.
"The devil made birth control?" I ask, snuggling up to his side.
"What you think god would make something for us to enjoy sex without dealing with the consequences of our sins? Did you even go to church?" He gave my ass a slap. He looks over at the clock. "My meeting is in a few hours. I got to make sure the place is clean up. I want to make a good impression. This goes over well and we'll be set." He got off the bed to get dressed.
"I can help clean." I sat up, ready to get off the bed.
"Nah, you stay in here and study for that math test you got. I'll deal with it. I got to make sure I can pay for that business degree you want, and then you can take over your dad construction business or open your own business if you want too." He gave me a kiss before walking out to handle his gang. I smile as I fell back on the bed. I never had anyone include me in their future plan like Malachai does. It always made me feel on top of the world when he describes our future together. I put my underwear and bra back on. I grab my math book out of my duffel bag that a Ghoulie must have brought in for me. I did my part in assuring our future as I study for my test.
Maverick and I were walking Vegas around the Southside as Malachai had his meeting with his mysterious big business ally. "Are you sure we should be walking over here?" I ask, eyeing up the trailers as we walk through the Sunnyside Trailer Park.
"You ask that every time we walk through here and nothing ever happens. These Serpents are limp dicks, nothing to get work up over." Maverick chuckles as he put on the hood of his leather jacket, so his Ghoulie patch on the back would be unmistakable.
"Just feeling like we pushing our luck is all." I jerk as Vegas try to pull me to the left. "Vegas, you know you're not supposed to pull." I scold him.
"Abby! Abby! Abigail!" I turn left to see Jughead waving his arms around as he ran towards me. "What are you doing here?" He asks out of breath.
"What wrong with your face?" I lean in to get a closer look. He had a black eye, cuts and bruises along his face. Maverick looks smugly at the damage done to my brother's best friend.
"I got into a motorcycle accident. What are you doing here?" He asks again.
"I'm walking Vegas. What are you doing here?" I held up the leash that was attached to said dog.
"I live here." He point to one of the trailer in back of him.
"Why are you walking with this Ghoulie?" He looks Maverick up and down.
"I saw a beautiful girl walking her dog in a bad neighborhood and was escorting her back home." He put his hands up, showing Jugs he meant no harm.
"I'm sure your intentions were pure." He tones dripping with sarcasm. "Come on, I'll give you a ride home." He reaches out to grab my hand.
"What about Vegas?" I pull my hand back to pet my dog. He wouldn't be able to fit on the motorcycle.
"Then come in my trailer and we'll call Archie to come get you." He glares at my bodyguard.
"I'm not a little girl, Jug. I'm capable of walking home by myself." I roll my eyes.
"If you don't want the Northside princess to walk by herself, then I'll walk her home." A familiar tall good looking Serpent came off a small porch the trailer here had.
"I'll be happy to escort her too." Another familiar handsome face follows him.
"Sweet Pea, Fangs this is Abigail Andrews." He introduces me to his two friends. Maverick clench his jaw at them knowing my name. I tense for I knew both these serpents saw me multiple times with Malachai.
"Get lost, Ghoulie. We'll take care of her." Sweet Pea smirks at the Ghoulie. Maverick gave me a nod, letting me know he was going to get me before they could do anything and walk off.
"Don't talk to him again, Abby. He's dangerous." Jugs scold me, when the Ghoulie was out of sight. "Thanks for this guys." He nods to them.
"It'll be a pleasure." Sweet Pea winks at me.
"None of that alright, she's my best friend's sister." He glares at the taller man. "Text me when you get home." He turns back to me. I promise him that I would and we were off down the road.
"Abigail Andrews. I went through great lengths trying to find out who was Malachai's mystery girl. I mean you appeared out of thin air. I check Southside High's, Riverdale High's, and even Greendale High's yearbooks, but I couldn't find you." Sweet Pea spoke to me when Jughead was out of sight.
"I'm a freshman this year. I wouldn't be in a high school yearbook. But, I don't take yearbook picture anyway. I never look good in them. Why do you want to know who I am? I'm just a girlfriend, not a Ghoulie." I glare at him. I don't know what he thought he could gain from me, but he wasn't going to get it.
"Beautiful, but can't take pictures. That's tragic, how will anyone know you're hot when you're old." Fangs gave me a look of pity.
"Clearly, Jughead don't know who your boyfriend is. I'm guessing neither does your family. I'd be more than happy to let them stay in the dark for a price." Sweet Pea ignores his friend to blackmail me.
"I'll humor you, what do you want?" I'll entertain them, until Maverick could come and get me. His logic didn't even make any sense, why would I betray my boyfriend to stay with him.
"You're going to tell me everything you know about the Ghoulies or your family finds out about your forbidden love affair." He glares down at me.
"I'm not telling you anything. You're not going to tell anyone anything." I step in front of him.
"I'm not?" He look amuse by me giving orders.
"If you do that you're going to piss off Malachai, he will start a war with the serpents. Being that you guys don't have a solid leader or any income beside that little bar that only you guys go to, I would say you can't afford to piss him off." I let him know that I did know more then I let on, but not just about the Ghoulies, about the Serpents too.
"He thinks he cares that much about you that he would start a war over you." He let out a bitter laugh at me thinking Malachai had any feelings for me.
"You remember the serpent who in coma, because the Ghoulies beat him so bad." I smile at the justice from that day.
"What does that have to do with you?" Fang ask, taking a step away from me. Sweet Pea didn't move back, in fact he took a step closer.
"He's in that coma, because he pulls me into an ally and shoves his hand down my pants. So tell me Sweetie Pie, do you want to go to war?" I took a step closer and glare up at him.
Maverick pull up in his green 1975 Chevy Monza, beeping his horn. "A lady like you shouldn't be playing with snakes." He rolls down his window to obnoxiously wink.
"I would think hard about what you want to do. You don't want to be like those anacondas that split open, because they tried to shallow more than they could handle." I told the tall serpent, before walking past them to get to the car. Vegas got in the back seat, while I sat in the passenger seat.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?" He looks me over.
"No, let go." I shook my head.
"Then what was that comment about anaconda splitting open." He rolls up the window, but didn't move the car.
"Me handling the situation, now drive it was stupid of us to walk in their territory anyways." I didn't want him to go out there. I had them doubting themselves, if he went out there he would piss them off and they would for sure tell my dad.
"Alright, no harm no foul I guess." He shrugs, driving off.
"Did you guys attack Jughead?" I asked when the Serpent disappeared from the rear view mirror.
"Is that what they were doing, crying to you about us hurting F.P.'s baby boy? We had to beat him up. He was going to write an article letting everyone know where the Jingle Jangle was being made and who was doing it. Snitch gets stitch. You would think a gang leader's kid would know that." He scoffs at Jughead's naivety, that he thought the Southside work like the Northside. The criminals here weren't about to respect freedom of the press.
"Jughead didn't want anything to do with his dad for a long time. He doesn't know the gang world. They weren't complaining to me, the tall one was blackmailing me. He wanted to me tell him every Ghoulies secret or he would tell my family about Malachai and I." I explain to him. I look back to see that Vegas had made himself comfortable in the backseat. He was lying down about to fall asleep.
"What you tell him?" Although his tone didn't suggest offense, I still was.
"What do you think?" I glare at him.
"Don't give me that look. I know you wouldn't tell them anything. I'm just asking how you told them off." He rolls his eyes.
"I stated fact, they vulnerable right now. They don't have a leader with F.P. in jail or a good income since they only deal weed. They can't afford to go to war with the Ghoulies." I describe the main points I was tried to get through to the tall serpent.
"Damn right they can't. It's why some want to go to war with them right now while they're vulnerable." He curses after he said that. It must have been something Malachai wasn't ready for me to know. When it came to the Ghoulies I was on a need to know basis. He always told me I didn't need to worry about things that were up in the air.
"What do you think?" I look over at him, trying to figure out which side was winning out.
"Like most of the Ghoulies I don't see them as a threat, their slowly phasing out on their own. We even got an old member turning to us." He took a turn that would lead us back to where we came from. I nod my head knowing about Tall Boy.
"Where are we driving to?" I ask when I notice that we past the same building twice.
"Nowhere. I can't take you back to the warehouse, until the meeting over." He drove along the Ghoulies boards.
"What do you know about those two serpents?" I wanted to know more about the boys that had the balls to blackmail me.
"Not much. Sweet Pea is a fully fledged member. He's always down for fight and has an unnatural hatred for the Northside. They say Fangs still has to earn his stripes, but he already has a tattoo and a patch, so that doesn't make any sense. The whole gang is lame. To join you have to go through trials, one includes taking care of a difficult dog." His tone got more aggressive the longer he spoke.
"It's more than just a territorial rivalry for you." I notice that he hates Serpents more than anyone. Even more than Malachai and that was saying something.
"Hell yeah it is. The thing that gets to me the most about the Serpents is how high and mighty they act. They think their better than us because we deal hard drugs, while they only deal weed. We invented a new drug, do you know how much work goes into that. We're not forcing anyone to take jingle jangle; people are coming to us for it. Even with their leader in prison for admitting to hiding and disposing a teenager's body, they still look down their noses at us. Like the few charitable acts they do during the year washing away their sins." He slams his hand down on the steering wheel.
His rant was cut off by my phone ringing. "It's text from Malachai saying we can come back." I told him. He grunt in response and made a U turn to head back to the House of Dead. The ride back was filled with a silent tense as Maverick wasn't in the mood to talk. I didn't want to set him off again. When we pull up to the warehouse, Malachai was waiting outside for us with a huge grin on his face. The smile didn't leave his face when Vegas ran up to greet him. He smile down at the dog, gave him a few pets before letting him into the warehouse.
When I was in reaching distance him pick me up to spin me around. "There will be no need for us to hide our relationship soon." He cheers as he set me back down on my feet.
"What do you mean?" I ask as he wraps his arm around my waist to pull me close and leaving kiss all over my neck.
"The Ghoulies are moving up in the world, babe. Soon, being with me will not put a target on your back, it will make you a Queen." He cups my face and gave me heated kiss.
"I guess I'll need a crown." I smile, pull back from the kiss.
"Don't think I'm not going to get you one." He smirks. "Come on, there a party inside." He pulls me into the warehouse full of happy drunk and high Ghoulies.