Page 38 of Love vs The Ooze Monster!
“I did. My girl wasn’t ready, so I had to wait for her.”
Mabel positively melted. “We canpossiblyschedule in a trip to the picture show. I’ll try, but it will be tight. It would have to be after I make some calls and you start looking for ways to kill the slime creature. But, before we have sex at eleven.” The day was just booked solid.
“What calls?” His brow furrowed. “You said that before. Who are you calling? Another man?”
“No!” She protested in exasperation. Then, she hesitated, thinking it over. “Well, I meanyes. Technically, I suppose male people will be answering, but not in the wayyoumean.”
Boyd was already shaking his head. “I don’t want you talking to ‘male people’ on the phone, technically or otherwise.” His hands brushed against her nipples with unmistakable ownership. “They’ll try to seduce you away.”
“You’re being paranoid. In thirty-two years, you’re the only one who’s ever seduced me anyplace.”
He snorted. “I’ve seen several others try it, in the last six months. They just didn’t get far.”
“Because I stopped them.” She decided confidently.
“Because I fed them to sharks.”
Mabel gasped. “Oh for goodness sake… Is that what happened to Mr. St. John?”
Blue eyes lit up. “See? Iknewhe was making a move on you.” Boyd nodded in total vindication. “That little weasel.”
“He may have been a bit fresh with me, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle and he was giving us a half-price discount on yeast! You cost us a fortune.”
“It was completely worth it.” He insisted stubbornly, his attention on her small breasts. “I didn’t like the look of the guy.”
She frowned at him, but the effect was somewhat muted. It was difficult to be stern with a man when he was playing with your body like it was his favorite new toy. “Ihaveto make some calls, alright? Carmine and Sly are dead. Their organizations are going to be in chaos.”
“So what?”
She leaned up to kiss him smartly. “So, now’s the time to claim my inheritance.”
Chapter Eleven
His Blue Serge: (1920s slang) A fella’s best sweetheart
His blue serge now ruled every bootlegging syndicate in town.
It was very adorable.
Boyd idly sat in his home’s one comfortable chair, watching Mabel crush resistance with an iron fist and imagining her naked. God, he couldn’twaitto get her naked. He now felt completely validated in his obsession for smart, respectable girls. It was justsoarousing to watch Miss Mabel Harrison at work.
With two phone calls, she’d seized power of the railhead and the trucking depot. Apparently, Mabel had been plotting her conquest for a while, because she had moles in place to quickly carry out her commands. Her brutal forces swung into action. Dissidents were eliminated or fled in terror. Opposition fell swiftly, under her new regime. Loyalty of the rank-and-file soldiers switched over to her, because what choice was there?
Mabel was the Crime Lord of Nevermore County.
“I don’t care what it takes! Just get it done!” She shouted at some lollygagging minion and slammed down the phone. “Good Lord.” She shook her head in exasperation and drummed her fingers against the desk in Boyd’s library. “If you’d left Mr. Carmine alone for another few months, this would have gone smoother.”
“So you’ve said.” Boyd’s eyes lingered on the sexy curve of her neck.
“Because it’s true! I had things all planned out. I was going to topple the Carmine and Irving syndicates in November. Then, you whacked Mr. Carmine, and Sly got eaten by an ooze monster, and my whole schedule had to shift.”
“You’re bearing all the disorganization admirably.” He consoled.
“Well, it’s really just a matter of finding quality employees. I already had control of three-fourths of both organizations. I’m excellent at staffing.” She paused. “Usually. Rico turning on us was a surprise, I’ll admit, but I never did approve of him. He thinks he’s smarter than everyone else, for some reason I will never be able to fathom.”
“Don’t worry about Rico. He’ll be dead soon. I’ve got men looking for the little bastard. He won’t get far.”
“Perhaps we should question him, before we kill him.”
