Page 46 of Wreckage of My Life
“Don’t let him out of your sight, Ma,” I look around to make sure no one is eavesdropping to our conversation. I got a really bad feeling about this all of a sudden, same as when I went to Wisconsin. I was, unsurprisingly, really, correct about that, so I’m sure I am about this one as well.
“What’s happening?” Ma talks to me but she’s looking at the boy’s face. She’s been around long enough to know how to play their games and beat them at them, too.
“Not sure yet, but I’ll find out.”
I’m about to turn around and walk away when Ma grabs me by the sleeve of my shirt and stops my progress.
“That girl in your room…” She licks her lips in distress, her eyes going wild in her head, like she’s trying to send me signals straight to my brain. “She’s bad news,” she finally continues. “Don’t do it. Trust me on this,” she begs.
At this point, I had almost forgotten about Ruby waiting for me in my room to fuck her. I need to talk to Sully first and see what intel we have before I start interrogating the bitch.
“I trust you, Ma.” I feel like I owe her to tell her that, and she nods in gratitude.
I turn around and head down the hallway toward my room, knowing people are watching. There’s no way Snake is the only one tracking my every move. Besides, there are cameras all over the living area and into the hallway, but I know none have a good shot of the door to my room.
The closer I get to my room, I hear music so loud, it threatens to shatter the windows. I realize that Ruby’s got the party started in there without me, most likely warming herself up for the good fucking I’d normally give her. I want no part of it tonight. I got bigger fish to fry.
I pass by my door and keep on walking down the hallway until I reach another hallway that’ll take me to the back where I know Sully is. He’s never liked to party with the whores like the rest of us. Not saying he never indulged in it, because he did. But he was always discreet, and all the girls loved him, fought for his attention whenever he’d make an appearance in the large room out there.
I give the door three soft raps, then try the knob. I’m surprised when I walk in and find Sully sitting at this computer chair, his eyes following a distressed Shortie who’s pacing the large space back and forth like a maniac.
“Wrecker,” Shortie jumps in distress when he sees me, hands fidgeting to the point where I want to slap him upside the head to reboot him. “I am not made for spying,” he cries out, his voice going up a couple of octaves, sounding squeaky enough to match his size. “If the prez catches wind of this,” he throws his hands out at Sully who’s not reacting in any way, “I am dead.Dead. Do you understand that?”
“Sit your ass down, Shortie,” Sully growls at him out of nowhere, and Shortie just drops on the only other chair in the room. He starts taking deep breaths that are followed by him bending over and putting his head in between his legs, like he’s having a panic attack.
“Should we give him a paper bag to breathe into?” I eye him critically as I’m addressing Sully.
“Nah, he’ll get over it soon enough,” Sully waves it off like its nothing.
I walk toward the desk where he’s sitting and rest against the hard edge of it. We stay like this in silence, waiting for Shortie to get over his hissy fit over there.
“Is he like this all the time?” I ask in amusement.
“Eh, sometimes,” Sully shrugs, making me chuckle out loud. “Saw Ruby going to your room, huh?” He changes the subject smoothly, which takes me by surprise given the direction it goes. Sully’s never asked me anything about who I fuck or where. So, unless he’s got interest in Ruby…
“Watched in on the cameras,” he explains when he reads my confusion correctly. “In your room,” he adds all casually like its no big deal.
“I thought my room was just mic-ed up. It’s got cameras too?” My eyebrows go up in surprise.
Sully spins his chair around to face the computer he has on his desk. With a couple of clicks, he brings the screen to life, then turns it a bit for me to see what’s showing. Sure shit, there’s Ruby in my room, on her back in my bed, playing with herself. When she arches her back, a low moan echoes from the speakers.
“Nice,” I snicker. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Well, you’ve been pretty boring lately, I have to say.” Sully’s voice sounds dry, almost disappointed.
“Sorry to disappoint, fucker,” I push at his shoulder hard enough to move him to the side. “I got more important shit to worry about than fucking whores for your entertainment.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” he mutters, then turns the sound off so we don’t hear Ruby going at herself anymore.
“What do you know?” I finally decide to cut to the chase, enough with the small talk.
“I know that our fearless leader’s got a hard-on for you. He wants to see you end up six feet under.” Sully plops his feet on the desk as he drops that last part on me and watches me carefully.
“Figured as much,” I admit in defeat. I lean back against his desk and try to think. “How do you know?”
“Well,” Sully starts but then looks back at Shortie who’s moved to sit on the bed now with his head in between his knees. “Shortie,” he calls for him but with no success. “Yo, dude, you’re up. Snap out of now. Don’t make me help you get there,” Sully’s voice gets more menacing, just enough for Shortie’s head to pop up, his scared eyes focusing on us by the desk.
“I’m a dead man,” he starts whining again. “He’s gonna kill me slowly.” He almost has tears in his in eyes now, and I swear I don’t wanna laugh, but a snicker escapes, not giving me time to cover my amusement.
