Page 15 of Punished
Maverick smacked his teeth and sighed. “Yeah, I'm sad I missed that.”
“You work today?”
Maverick shook his head. “I worked yesterday. Today, I have the munchkins with me.”
“How's Melissa?”
Maverick rolledhis eyes. “She keeps trying to pressure me into moving in or allowing her to move in with me, which is probably what she wants. My house is bigger.”
“She's trying to be your old lady still?”
Maverick nodded. “I had to rip the band-aid off hard this morning, so she's pissed at me.”
“That explains the red cheek,” Burger noted.
“Yep,” Maverick admitted.
“The sooner she understands that, the better,” Burger said.
“Hey, son.”
Maverick turned when he heard his father's voice from behind. He smiled and hugged his dad, Dasan. They had a quick chat and Dasan ribbed Burger for his black eye and Maverick for his cheek. Maverick laughed. “Yeah, you know how it is. And Burger told me what happened.”
“Gotta have eyes in the back of your head in a fight, son,” Dasan told Burger.
“Trust me, Dad, I fucked that dude up for this shiner too,” Burger said.
“’Atta boy.” Dasan smiled and patted Burger's back. He looked around the club and spotted two boys he definitely wanted to see. “Ahhh, my grandsons.” With that, Dasan made his way over to the twin baby boys.
“Did you see my new car?”
Maverick heard his sister’s voice from behind. He took his shot, breaking the balls, then turned to her.
“Yeah, hard to miss that lilac beauty,” he said, leaning over to give his twin a kiss on her cheek.
She squealed in delight. “Oh, I love it. My hubby totally surprised me with it this morning. It’s not even my birthday. Isn’t he so sweet?”
“He better be after what he did to you,” Maverick said, still thinking about how Shotgun treated his sister before they got married.
Gina smacked her lips and slapped his bicep. “That’s old news and I’m not holding that against him. You shouldn’t either. He worships me.”
Maverick sighed in resignation. No way would he ruin his sister’s jovial mood. “I’m happy for you, sis.” Besides, he did like Shotgun as the man had grown on him. And as long as he treated his sister like the princess she was, he’d remain cool with him.
“Awww, my nephews are here. Talk to you later,” Gina said, kissing Maverick on his cheek before running over to claim her time with the twin boys.
Maverick smirked at her, then continued his game with Burger until the doorbell rang and one of the hang-arounds answered.
He turned to address the club. “Anyone know someone named Ajay?”
Maverick knew him and he'd been wanting to get his hands on that son of a bitch ever since he'd heard about him. He put his stick down and stalked toward the door. “I'll get it.” The hang-around moved aside and Maverick opened the door. The man standing on the other side looked like a fucking model, too damn pretty to be a man as far as Maverick was concerned. He crossed his arms over his chest as he looked the man up and down.
“So, you're Tiny Tim's old boy?” Maverick asked.
Ajay swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”
“What the fuck are you doing out?”
“They took me off the case yesterday. I quit officially today. I'm just here to pay my debt and respects to the club,” Ajay said.
