Page 51 of Frenemies
I pulled my hog to a stop next to the funhouse and scanned the area for any unusual glints.
Everything seemed alright so far. That is until I stepped off my bike and heard a click.
Fuck.
“I told you if you came back here, I’d shoot you.”
That he did.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose as I slowly twisted my neck to glance over my shoulder. Wilder was standing right behind me, less than a foot away, with a pistol aimed at my head. It was disturbing how sneaky this fucker was.
“Can we talk?” I nodded at the hand holding the gun. “Or are you gonna shoot me?”
I remained perfectly still as his green/brown eyes studied me. If Wilder offed me, my boys would rain hell down on him. But did he care about that? Not a fucking chance.
The truly scary part was that if he waged a one-man war against The Lost Souls, he’d probably win. That was exactly why we needed him.
My entire body sagged with relief when he finally dropped the gun and walked past me. I took a second to catch my breath before following him over to the Ferris Wheel controls. I still wasn’t sure how the hell I was going to talk him into helping us.
Pretty sure he didn’t give a shit which side won, but there wasn’t any point beating around the bush.
“So, I came over here to,” I paused and cocked a brow. Were his nails red? “Anyways,” I shook my head. “I don’t know if you know or not, but we’re in the middle of a war with another club.”
“I’m aware.”
Half a second after Wilder clicked a button, a few lasers flashed around out as a voice rang out. “System disarmed.”
Fuck me. A few inches more up the fairway, and I’d have kissed one of those lasers. I’d never been happier to have all my limbs than I was in that moment.
Focus, Chase. You can worry about death later.
“Look, man. I’m gonna be honest with you.”
Wilder spun around and cut me off. “Do girls like flowers?”
“Uh, yeah.” I eyed him. “Why? You looking to hook up with some chick?”
“No, but I think I want to fuck her.”
Alright, I could work with that. Help the psycho bastard score with some chick and get in his good graces. That was fucking easy.
“I haven’t figured it out yet.” He tapped his finger against his chin and stared off into space. “I might just want to kill her?”
“Okay, um,” I blew out a breath, tsked, and furrowed my brow while trying to think of something to say. “Does your dick get hard when you see her?”
Wilder nodded, “Yeah.”
Here I was, in the middle of the amusement park of death, talking to a psycho about hard-ons. Gotta say I did not see the day going this way.
“But it also gets hard when I think about how her blood would look on my hands.” He pointed out.
“Okay.”
“Or when I imagine how those big grey eyes would bulge out of her head if I wrapped my hands around her neck and strangled her,” he lifted his arms and started choking the air.
“Uh-huh.”
He dropped his arms and shrugged. “But I also think it would be fun to play with her for a bit.”
