When He Reads To Me

35. Milo

Chapter 35

Milo

“Hunted.”

W e’ve been keeping an eye on his house, but he hasn’t shown up for a while. His mother, on the other hand, is currently standing in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me.

“ You ,” she seethes, looking me up and down. “My son told me about you . How you’re obsessed with his wife.” She makes a weird tsking sound with her tongue. “I told him not to marry her. Look at the trouble you have caused.” She shakes her head.

“Where is he?” I ask, trying to keep my cool.

“As if I would tell you that,” she scoffs, scrunching her nose up. People are out and staring as I stand toe-to-toe with her, though she’s a lot shorter than me. “My son is good, and you are…” She looks me up and down again. “ Not .”

Morris laughs behind me and shakes his head, and her glare shoots to him, making him laugh even louder.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at. You’ve made this town cheap with your biker ways. It’s so much less because you are in it.”

“Mrs. Petal,” I begin, then lean in so only she can hear. “Your precious son is a drug dealing, whore pimping fucker who owes me a lot of money .” I pull back. “Be sure to tell him that I want my money back.”

Her eyes go large, and she gasps as her hand covers her mouth. “H-he works in construction. He said you had troubles,” she stutters.

“Yeah, constructing fucking drugs,” Morris mutters.

She turns her shocked expression on him. “He said his wife will have the money,” Mrs. Petal says.

Does Cody know about Elizabeth’s money?

Fuck, I hope not.

“Make that girl pay it.”

“I think she has paid enough of his debts, wouldn’t you say, Mrs. Petal? And if he doesn’t pay, I will be visiting you .” I wink at her and slide my sunglasses on before I stalk off. She says something else, but I don’t listen.

I pull my cell out and send Lissie a picture of the inside of the book that I will not be returning, and when she replies, something inside of me eases, knowing that her fuck of a husband hasn’t found her.

I miss you too, is the message she sends back.

“I take it that’s Lissie,” Morris says. I sit on my bike and slide my cell back into my pocket. “I like her, man, but Cody would already be dead if it weren’t for her.”

He’s right.

I know he is.

So now it’s time to stop playing with emotions and get my fucking work done.

“You know, it leads to others thinking they can have the same treatment,” Morris adds.

“I know,” is all I say.

And I do.