Page 7 of Mav
“Morning, Mav,” Mia replies while keeping one eye on the twins, and one on Summer, who she is feeding.
“Need you to take the package over to Nell’s with Buzz this morning. No more information came to light, but Target, Buzz and BS are reaching out to our street contacts.” Axel places a piece of toast next to Mia’s mouth, and she takes a bite while keeping her attention on Summer.
“Okay, I can do that. I’m going over to TJs later to speak to some of the regulars, see if they have noticed anything out of the ordinary.”
“You need to speak to Star. She has a huge fan following at TJs. They all think she’s Wonder Woman since she roped Meat.”
Hearing a grunt, I look behind me and see Meat with a twitch in the corner of his mouth. Obviously he heard, and he either agrees that Star roped him, or he roped her, but we’ll never know the truth of it.
Speaking of Star, she walks into the kitchen, sees Meat and heads right for him. We all watch as she jumps into his arms, wrapping herself around him like a monkey before kissing him passionately. He’s holding her up with each of his hands under a butt cheek. Lucky fucker, I can’t help but think to myself.
“God’s sake, Star, it’s breakfast time and I’ve the twins here. Don’t you think I have enough shit on my hands with them, without you showing them stuff like that?” Mia is nearly shouting at Star.
I do notice, however, the twins are taking a keen interest in what their Uncle Meat is doing. I’m not sure I want to know when the little fuckers look at each other with the cutest of smirks on their faces.
Turning back to Axel, I hear a loud bang, and twist back around in time to see the twins standing on the table, Carter wrapped around Hunter like a spider monkey and the fuckers are kissing.
“What the fuck!” Axel bellows while jumping to his feet and grabbing Carter while continuing to shout, “Get the fuck off him.”
Now, Star giggles, Meat grunts and Mia just continues feeding Summer as though nothing untoward is happening. I’m keeping quiet. I know how easy it is to get dragged into shit like this.
Wings struts into the kitchen and grins like a fool, but decides not to comment when Axel shoots him a nasty look while snarling, “Don’t say a fuckin’ word!”
Holding his hands up in a surrendering fashion Wings grabs a plate of breakfast and walks over to a table, but what has me fascinated is Hunter, who is still on the table, but he has his hands on his hips, and a scowl on his face. Now… he’s looking like a miniature version of Axel, but what has me spluttering with laughter is when he cocks his head to one side and loudly proclaims, “Wha the uck…” before grabbing to try to get a hold of Carter.
I walk out leaving any thought of breakfast behind, because honestly, you don’t want to get involved in any of this. I pass Amelia and Sybil giving them a chin lift to at least acknowledge them.
An hour later, I’m in the passenger seat of the club van. Buzz is driving and the asshole in the back is going to be meeting his maker very soon. I’m interested to see if Nell feeds him as live meat or dead. She is ruthless when it comes to her work, and with Graham, Tank, and Richie on side she can make any eventuality happen.
“This is gonna be interesting. Fucker in the back is a two-bit player, but he was stupid enough to get involved, so he has to pay for his part in all of this shit.” Buzz turns to look at me, awaiting a response, I’m sure.
“Yeah, I will never understand why a man would want to date rape a woman. If you can’t get a woman fair and square, it tells you that you need to take a long hard look at yourself.”
Chuckling, Buzz replies, “Well, this fucker won’t have time to do that.”
Arriving at Nell’s, we head to the building where Graham will be waiting. Buzz had informed them we were on our way, so he’ll be ready for some fun, I’m sure.
“Let me out of the van and I’ll head inside and speak with Nell.”
Buzz stops the van and I hop out, jogging to the back of the house and the kitchen. The dogs are barking, letting everyone know someone is here, so I know she’ll be waiting for us.
Knocking on the open kitchen door, I step inside and give Nell a smile. She’s making some pastries by the look of it, and thekitchen smells divine. We all know, however, not to mess with Nell when she’s cooking, baking or scheming in the office.
“Hi, Mav. How are you these days? It’s been quite a while since I saw you last.”
“I’m good. What about you? Has that Mafia asshole caught you yet?” I always have a joke with Nell about Vincenzo Vitale.
“No, I keep stringing him along, mind you,” giggling she looks up at me, and that’s when I notice she has a black eye.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I snarl.
“Oscar jumped up and head-butted me in the face. Honestly, he needs to get some finesse. Ajay is far more careful when he’s playing with me. The funny thing was when Oscar hit me, I squealed and Ajay jumped forward, grabbed Oscar by the neck and pinned him down. He didn’t let him go until Oscar peed himself.”
Chuckling as I turn when Richie walks into the kitchen through the back door. “Hi, Mav. You getting the rundown on the black eye? Honestly, Ajay has only just stopped growling at Oscar every time he looks at him.”
I take a seat and watch Nell place the last tray of the two trays of pastries into the oven. Richie starts to clean the kitchen down where Nell has been working, and you can see that they are used to doing this together as they flow around each other without getting in each other’s way.
Nell wipes her hands, then sits across from me, but before I can update her on what I know about the asshole, Buzz walks into the kitchen, gives a nod to Richie before sitting himself next to me.
