Chapter 10 Zombie
ZOMBIE
“What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
I push past Whiz and stride toward the bar. The prospect who’s working tonight, Junior, has a beer waiting for me before I even slide onto the stool.
“Thanks,” I mutter before taking a long pull from the bottle. When Whiz sits next to me, I groan. “What?”
“I asked you a question.”
“And I ignored it. Take the hint.”
It’s been a week since I stopped by the zoo to see Lucy, and she hasn’t made any attempt to get in touch.
It’s driving me insane. I’ve checked my cell way too many times to count, and no amount of distraction has helped.
Hell, I even thought fucking Star, one of the club whores, would do the trick, but I couldn’t even get it up for her.
Hence, my shit mood.
“Why don’t you just call her?” he asks.
Stiffening, I shake my head. “Can’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I’m not a beggar.”
“No,” he concedes. “But you are the VP, and you’ve got more business with the elusive vet than just getting in her pants.”
I love Whiz, I really do, but he’s dangerously close to getting the shit beat out of him. “Don’t you think I know that?” I bark.
“Then why the fuck aren’t you doing anything about it?”
I down the rest of my beer and slam the empty bottle onto the bar top before getting to my feet and whirling on him. “What do you suggest I do?”
Whiz stands and crosses his arms over his chest. “I suggest you start acting like the goddamn VP of a one-percenter MC and not a pussy who can’t get his head out of his ass.”
Hauling my arm back, I’m surprised when a hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from breaking the road captain’s jaw.
“Get your shit together,” Lyric snarls from behind me.
The second he lets go, my arm falls to my side, and I huff out a breath. “Motherfucker!”
“Whiz is right,” Pres bites out.
My brothers are now standing shoulder to shoulder, and I glare at them. “No shit,” I huff.
“Then answer his question. What’re ya gonna do about it?”
I scrub my hands down my face and sigh. They make it sound so easy, but it’s not. Not by a long shot. If all I had to do was go give Lucy an old-fashioned shake-down, this shit woulda been sorted already. But I went and caught an obsession for the woman, and that’s complicated things.
“I don’t fucking know,” I admit.
“You don’t have long to figure it out,” Lyric says.
“Why?”
“Because I came out here to tell you that I just heard from Trick, Quake, and Pilot. They’re fueling up the jet and should be on their way back within an hour.”
“It’s about damn time,” Whiz gripes. “Where’d they finally catch up with him?”
They’ve been one step behind the bastard for a week now. Turns out, his housekeeper’s price to keep quiet was a lot higher than what my brothers paid her, and she warned him that they were looking for him.
“At a secondary residence he keeps in Tulum.”
“Fucking Mexico?” I demand.
“Yep,” Lyric confirms. “He sent for his housekeeper, and they tracked her. Quake was able to score enough tranquilizers to get them both here, but we need more for when they arrive.”
“When do they arrive?” I ask as I start to cross the common room toward the hall that leads to my suite.
Lyric and Whiz follow, but it’s Lyric who speaks. “The Cessna will need refueling once, so that’ll add time. I’d say they’ll be here in about ten hours, give or take.”
Whiz slaps me on the back. “So, you’ve got roughly eight hours to work your magic with the vet.”
“He’s right,” Lyric agrees. “That gives you time to get back here before they arrive.”
“Then I suggest you quit following me like lost puppy dogs and let me get to it,” I snap, instantly regretting the outburst when Lyric hauls me to a stop.
“Talk to me like that again, VP, and there’s gonna be a problem.”
“Yeah, right, sorry.”
Lyric grunts before turning around and walking away. “Get on it,” he calls over his shoulder. “Whiz, go with him. Make sure he follows through.”
Whiz, the prick, rubs his hands together like a greedy child. “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.”
We reach my suite and stand in the doorway to block him from entering. “I’m going alone,” I snarl.
“And have me disobey a direct order?” He snorts. “Yeah, fuck that. I like my balls on the outside of my body, thank you very much.”
He’s right. If he ignores an order from Pres, his punishment will be swift and painful… and all my fault. “Fine. But you’re not coming inside when we get to her condo.”
Whiz’s face falls when he realizes he has no argument against that. Just like Lyric, I can issue orders too. “Spoilsport,” he grumps.
“We leave in ten.”
With that, I shut the door in his face.
“There you are.”
I whirl around to see Star standing next to my bed, still as naked as she was when I stormed out of here earlier.
What the hell?
“Get out,” I order, stalking to my dresser to pull out a pair of clean jeans, a forest green Henley, and a pair of boxer briefs since I didn’t put any on after the pitiful attempt at sex.
I don’t hear her footsteps as Star comes closer to press her front to my back. She wraps her arms around my waist, but before she can slide one down the front of my sweats, I grab her wrist.
“Ouch,” she complains, pulling away from me. “What the fuck, Zombie?”
Slowly, I turn around to face her, clothes in hand. “I told you to get out when I left earlier,” I remind her. “Yet, here you stand. I just ordered you to get out again. Yet, here. You. Fucking. Stand.”
Star crosses her arms over her large breasts. “So?”
Gripping her bicep, I drag her to the door, yank it open, and shove her out. “Don’t ever fucking come near me again.”
I slam the door, wincing when her screeching reaches my ears.
“You’re gonna regret this, Zombie!”
“Pretty sure I’m not,” I mutter to myself.
After changing, I slide my cut on and head to the garage where all of the brother’s Harley’s are kept. Whiz is already straddling his, the engine rumbling.
“Ready?” he asks with a grin.
“As I’ll ever be.”
I fire up my own motorcycle and tear out of the garage, not bothering with GPS.
I committed the route to Lucy’s condo to memory days ago…
just in case. The ride goes by way too fast, and by the time I’m parking, the moon is high in the sky, and my mind is racing because I have no clue what to say to her.
“Good luck,” Whiz calls out as I stride toward her front door.
Something tells me I’m gonna need it.