Page 138 of The Deceptions
They have no clue their old best friend lurks behind them, watching their every move. Doing what, though? And why? I haven't quite figured that out. I think it's high time I lurk straight into her dorm room and find all the secrets she's hiding. Hopefully panties. Or other goodies I can take home and keep until I have her as mine.
Only next time, my tracker won't be leaving her.
I grin again, sending Wilder into a panicked state. He straightens his spine, staring up at me. He goes to open his mouth, but I quickly silence him. I don't need to hear his pish-posh attitude about my scary smile and what I'm plotting.
It's none of his damn business. For now, at least.
"I have a good feeling about this little meeting, Old Chap," I say, slapping him on the shoulder again and knocking him forward with a grunt.
"Malic," he grits out, straightening to his full height.
His forehead comes to my chin. I'd call him short, but I'm taller than everyone else. It has its advantages. Like when I need to intimidate the assholes who end up in my basement, strapped to a chair. They always look so offended when I turn up naked. But what can I say? I'd rather not get blood on my outfit.
"You're fucking grinning again. I told you to knock that shit off, you're scaring the children," Wilder hisses.
"The children?" I ask, peering around.
Oh.
Right.
We're in the casino. Not lost in my damn memories.
"Exactly. There are no fucking children. Only scared as fuck tourists staring at the tall asshole standing in the middle of thecasino with that face..." He gestures to my smile again, causing me to frown.
"Rude," I huff, stepping away from him.
"Just trying to keep you and your low profile out of sight. If you happen to strangle Bobby for whatever we're about to see, I'd rather not have witnesses placing you." He shakes his head, rolling the unlit cigarette between his lips.
"You're my keeper, Wilder. You're supposed to keep my fingers from necks." Unless it's my little ghost; I'll choke her within an inch of her life. With my dick. Oh, and my fingers, too. She liked it the first and only time we made love. In fact, she came all over my cock and... Down, boy. Now is not the time to get hard at the thought of her. Later. When we have time for self-care.
"I am. But I'm also supposed to help you not scare people. You have a way about you," he scoffs, nearly running into my back when I stop dead outside of Bobby's office.
"And that means?" I grin again when he narrows his eyes.
He seems to be the only fool not scared of my antics.
"It means, your vibe is fucking frightening. Save it for fighting or something..." he trails off, rolling the cigarette again before he plucks it from his lips and puts it behind his ear. "Are you ready for the rescheduled event with that fuckwit?”
Ah. The fuckwit Huxley. The motherfucker who thought he could beat me. He was so close, I'll give him that. But alas, it was a draw. It seems the little psycho has been training to face off against me.
"More than ready," I say. "Now, let's go see where the fuck my sister is." I nod toward the door before charging in.
"Damn it, Malic," Wilder grunts behind me.
The thing about my keeper is, he's not a very good one. Sure, he keeps me from murdering people on a daily basis. But in this instance? Not a chance. No one can truly stop me from gettingto what I want. And what I want is for Bobby to show me the surveillance video of my long-lost sister.
"Bobby!" I shout, throwing my arms out wide.
The balding fuck startles behind his desk as his eyes grow wide in a cartoonish manner. Quickly, he covers something up, slides it off his desk, and puts it into his drawer.
Very interesting.
I'll have to pick the lock later and find out what he's hiding. All for Boss, of course. He would want to know what the man in charge of his biggest money maker is up to behind closed doors.
"Malic," Bobby gasps out nervously. "Wilder."
"Bobby." Wilder nods respectfully, staring him down. "You said you'd see us today. That you have some footage for us regarding Meredith." He raises a knowing brow as his hand drifts to the pocket of his jeans for the small pocket knife he hides away.
