“I’ll send you the details. Tell them not to be late. If she gets picked up by another man, the conversation you have with me will be nothing compared to what Max Rage will do to you.”
Vex can’t be talking about Massimo Vincenti. Except that’s the only man to go by the name Max Rage…Does he have a woman?
This day is just getting worse and worse.
My next call is to the man who might kill Fly. “Vincenti.”
“What do you want? Right now isn’t a good time.”
“My men are supposed to be buying the attention of your woman tonight.”
“Fea…you know where Fiona is. Tell me.”
Doesn’t Max know where his woman is? “Vex called to make the arrangements. All I have is a time and a street corner. I just wanted to assure you that my men would be respectful of your woman when they pay for her services.” Everything about that sentence sounds wrong.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
“We can contact Vex and cancel.” He might cancel us, though. Vex might kill us, but Vincentis are known to draw out the pain when it comes to their women.
Max sighs. “Don’t. You’re going to be where Vex says when he says it. But you’re also going to contact me with the location. I want to know everything that happens. And if things go wonky, you lock her down and get her somewhere safe. I don’t care what she says or what Vex says.”
Next time Vex calls, I’m not answering. Or I’m going to go on vacation far, far away.
***
“Dad, I can’t believe Fly did that!!! It was so cool that he helped rescue all those women.”
We pull into the garage.
“I’m starving.” Creed is always starving.
“You should have had some food at the clubhouse while you waited for me.”
He shakes his head. “I wasn’t hungry then. The pizza should be here any minute.” It’s odd for Creed to ever not be hungry. He’ll probably make up for it by eating an entire pizza before bed.
“Go set the table while I take out the trash.” I start to wheel the can out when the neighbor’s garage door opens.
Out steps the hot neighbor in silk pajamas and a robe. Could anyone possibly wear anything any more impractical? Creed needs to see this…No way does my teenage boy need to see this woman in her pajamas. I can’t ever unsee it.
The woman is a scourge on humanity. A temptress.
She pulls her robe closer to her body and tries dragging her garbage can down.
Only she’s got the wheels up instead of rolling it on them.
It’s painful to watch such beautiful ineptitude.
Don’t do it. Don’t do it. “Here, let me.” I storm over to her, leaving mine in the middle of the driveway. “You have it the wrong way. What, is this your first time taking out the trash?”
She blushes.
“Really? You’ve never taken the trash out before?” Not surprising. “Women like you…”
“Excuse me?”
Do not think about how much prettier she is when she’s angry. I flip the can. “It works like this.” Stupid woman.
“Thank you,” she says as I storm off.
