I produce the extra vials from my pocket and place them on the table. “I couldn’t sell them.”
“And why the fuck not?”
“He said it was shit.”
Warden paces in front of me, his agitation only heightening. “First you can’t sell it because cops are around, now you’re telling me our biggest buyer won’t touch it because he says it’s shit?”
I nod, my heart racing with fear. “Yes.”
“Stupid girl!” he shouts, taking two steps toward me before his hand ricochets off my cheek. “I knew you couldn’t handle this shit.”
He produces a gun and holds it to my head.
Yesterday, I would’ve welcomed the cold metal against my temple and embraced what was coming, but after seeing Wesley today, for some reason, I’m clinging to my miserable life a little more than I should.
“Please,” I beg. “Give me another chance to prove I’m worthy of your club.”
He raises an eyebrow my way and pauses, the gun still pressed firmly against the side of my head. Lockjaw steps up tohim and whispers something in his ear, something that makes his eyes go wide.
“Lockjaw tells me you were flirting with the enemy today.”
My breath stalls in my throat.
“Is that true?” he questions, clicking a bullet into the chamber of his gun. “Are you feeding them information about us?”
I shake my head. “No!” I cry out. “He’s just someone that’s obsessed with me and thinks he can save me. I don’t even care about him. He’s nothing to me.”
“Is that so?”
The way his smile crawls up his face has my stomach clenching uneasily. He circles me like a hungry animal, smirking evilly when I flinch because he’s too close.
“Then why can I smell his dick on you?”
My eyes widen.
He laughs maniacally. “Goddamn it, Poppy. I hate how useful you are to me at times.” He holsters his gun, but his scowl remains.
“Useful?”
He nods. “Don’t you realize it yet? You’re his weakness. And if I can take out their enforcer, I can take out their whole club.” His wicked smile curls at the corners. “You know what? That sounds even better. Yes. Let’s take out their whole club all at once.”
I gulp, but it stays lodged in my throat.
“But then there’s the little problem of you sleeping with the enemy, Poppy. How am I supposed to walk around here with my head held high, knowing that you went behind my back and opened your legs for the first bastard that gave you a little attention?”
“It won’t happen again, Warden, that’s something I can promise you.”
He smirks. “You see, I’d like to believe you, Poppy, but I can’t. Your track record and ties to them unnerve me.”
“I’ll do anything to prove to you I’m loyal to this club.”
“Anything?”
I nod, not liking the predatory gaze in his eyes.
“Then I’m going to need you to do something for me, Poppy. Something to get back in my good graces.” He toys with a vial of my drug of choice, taunting me with it. “If you succeed, I’ll give you two of these.”
“Really?”
