A Mayhem Wedding by Brook Greene

Author:Brook Greene [Greene, Brook]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Roman

The round trip took me four and half hours. It would’ve taken less, but I had to write a check for insurance to convince Matt to let me borrow his fucking car. I shrug on my suit coat and adjust my tie one more time before I head downstairs to the main room of the Bastards clubhouse.

Mose lets out a long whistle. “Sharp dressed man.” He starts humming the tune then bursts out laughing. “My God, that fucking thing around your neck is choking me.” He grabs his throat, making a strangling noise.

“Be back in a few,” I tell Cruz as I flip Mose off and walk through the door to find Dexter Taylor leaning against the Mercedes with his arms crossed over his chest, smoking a cigarette.

“Get off the fucking car, asshole,” I bite out as I unlock it with the key fob. “You scratch the son of bitch, you owe me ten grand.”

“Now tell me, what in the hell has a man done in his life to be able to afford a car like this and a fucking suit like that?” He points at me with the first two fingers of his left hand.

“Work. You know, like day a job,” I tell him as I open the driver’s side door.

“No. This all screams Daddy money.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I lower myself in the car and start it up. The machine purrs to life under me.

“Actually, I would so I’ll know which one of you two I need to blackmail.” I flip him off, only making him laugh harder.

I pull through the open gate that’s immediately closed behind me and turn my car in the direction that will set all this into motion.

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I’m sitting at a table in the smoking lounge of the High Plains Country Club, sipping a bourbon, watching as the rich and pretentious peddle their lies and foster fake friendships. I catch the eye of more than one desperate housewife, garnering winks, air kisses, and have been eye fucked so much, I feel like I need to take a shower to get rid of the slime covering my skin.

I catch the eye of the man who’s getting just as much attention as I am, but for completely different reasons. “May I sit?” The similarities between him and Hollis make my stomach roll, from the shape and color of his eyes to the facial features, all wrapped up by the same skin tone.

I nod to the chair he rests his hand on. “Please.”

I thought the eye fucking made me feel dirty, but being around this man for mere seconds has my skin crawling and my fist itching to punch a hole right through his fake-ass smile.

He holds a cigar in one hand and a glass of amber liquid in the other. Sitting the glass down, he offers me his hand. “Keaton Campbell, I’m the mayor.”

I give his hand a firm shake, gripping it a little too tight. “Mr. Mayor.” He smiles, drawing his hand back from mine.

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