“All right, then. Be careful, man. The tides are constantly turning in this town. One second someone’s your best friend, the next they’re driving a pickaxe into your back. Believe me…it’s rough out there right now.”
“Mitch!” Nikki’s mouth is hanging open. “What the fuck? You’re offering a known criminal safety tips?”
Mitch doesn’t justify his actions with a response. He looks at Nikki for a second, eyes studying her face, and then he turns away and slaps Junior on the shoulder. “Keep out of trouble, man. I don’t wanna see you here again, you feel me?”
“I do. Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Nikki watches him walk away. Junior gives her another brief hug and then he heads toward the car with Rob, who’s notably kept his mouth glued shut for the past ten minutes. That leaves Nikki behind, working her jaw, squinting her eyes as she looks off up the priory road into the distance.
“He’s a good kid,” she says eventually. “Don’t fuck things up for him, okay? Just…don’t.”
She storms back through the gates into the parking lot, and I give myself a second to pick over what she just said. There was a threat there. A promise. She was telling me there would be consequences if I lead Junior astray, and I kind of liked it.
Nothing turns me on more than a woman who knows how to convey a threat.
Nothing is fucking sexier than a woman who knows she’s powerful and isn’t afraid of proving it.