Page 51 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

“And what if I am not looking for a nice girl? What if I’m looking for a dirty girl?”

“Then you’re looking in the completely wrong place.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I bet you’re a bit of a screamer, and I bet a few dirty words from me would make you all wet.”

“I think you should shut your fucking dirty mouth.” I can feel my temper rising, and I desperately don’t want to make a scene, but this is getting out of hand.

“Oh, East, I bet I know what you really want me to do with my mouth.”

That’s it! I’m not listening to this shit.

Although the plane is descending, I unbuckle the safety belt and stand from the seat.

The steward comes over the tannoy, “Miss, please take your seat immediately.”

I look around and spot a guy with a cup of coffee. Before I can think, I’ve grabbed his coffee and poured it beautifully onto Matt the Twat’s lap.

I walk calmly to the front of the plane and take a seat in one of the spare seats. The steward is purple at this point and lecturing me about safety.

Matt the Twat is also screaming, but I think that’s due to the fact that the coffee was scalding hot. I smile at the steward who has realised that something nasty just went down. He nods back in approval and acceptance.

The plane lands with no further fuss, although the steward has asked me to remain on the plane for security reasons until all the other passengers have left. I agree gracefully. I would rather he got a head start on me, and with any luck, I’ll never see him again.

Luck is definitely not on my side. I sit with the steward, explaining what happened, and the steward scolds me for being so reckless as to stand up while the plane was about to touch down. He then high fives me for burning “Matt the Twat’s” dick. The police had been called, and I was escorted from the plane and taken through security separately. Luckily, I was released almost immediately.

Our family is well-known in Mexico. We are a respected family, and we work with the police and other agencies on a regular basis.

It’s been less than a month since North and Kara were here trying to have a romantic break when they had all sorts of funky stuff happen to them at the hands of Paula, South’s ex. It’s a fucked-up story, but it is not out of place in our family. Pedro, our housekeeper and head of security, went missing during all the kerfuffle, but he was found last week and is back at the house safe and well, so at least I won’t be totally on my own. It’ll be nice to see him. When Dad died, I came out here for a while, and he was so good with me. He and my father were really good friends, and I know there will be no judgement or interference from him.

I can’t wait to get on the sun lounger and just relax with no drama and a perfectly chilled glass of fizz.

Chapter 20

Zed

Friday,9:30a.m.

Drake is getting on my last nerve. How do women flock around him? He’s a whiny fucking prick. Granted, he looks the part of a hard man rock star, but I can see why they don’t hang around for long.

Alicia, however, is like a leech, hanging on to him at every turn. It’s like someone has superglued them together. We are still no further on finding out who is sending the threats, but on the Margarite front, we have made good progress. Kara accosted her this morning as she was trying to sneak out of the casino, and we now have her in our custody in a side room of Drake’s suite. Kara has been talking to her for the last hour, trying to understand what the hell she thought she was doing. She’s not saying anything other than she wants to speak to me.

I wanted to kill her. And I mean Ireallywanted to kill her for the stunts she’s pulled, but I need to stop being a dick and go and talk to the old biddy. Maybe we might get some answers as to why she thought it was necessary to interfere in a simple argument between me and East. We would have sorted it out… eventually. As it is, she has made it a million times worse. There is a wall between us now that I don’t think is going to be broken down easily.

My hand is on the handle of the door to the room when my phone rings in my pocket. It’s West, and he’s probably checking in on East. It can wait until I have spoken to Margarite. I cut the call.

I turn the handle, and my phone rings again. It’s West again.

Fuck… I click the green icon and answer the call. I don’t get a chance to say hi.

“Has East been discharged?”

“No.”

“Why have I just received a final bill for East’s care?”

“Because you said you wanted to pay for it.”

“Don’t be smart. I mean why have I got the final bill? Has she been discharged?”

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