I stormed back to the house, not even caring if she followed, and went straight to my bedroom and slammed the door. I took a shower but I couldn’t even jerk off. Every time I closed my eyes I was looking at a flesh-colored tattoo as I imagined pounding into her tight pussy and it pissed me off. I dressed like I was going on a date because I was an asshole like that, then I went looking for her.
I didn’t have to go far. She was curled up on the couch with the TV on, looking innocent and beautiful and just to screw with my head further, fuckable. To make matters worse, my dick didn’t give a shit what my brain thought, it only wanted what it didn’t get this morning.
“I’m going out,” I snapped.
“Okay.” She stared at the TV.
“Don’t wait up.”
“Okay.”
When I didn’t get the reaction I wanted, I fumed. “You got somethin’ to say?”
“No.” There wasn’t a trace of anger in her voice. There wasn’t a trace of anything.
Goddamn it. “Later.” I slammed out of the house.
I tried André three times but he didn’t answer and his voice mail box was full. I called Ariel but her phone also went to voice mail. Fuck. I dialed Candle.
He picked up on the first ring. “I was wondering when you’d call back.”
I wasn’t going to discuss Maldonado with him until I’d talked with André. I trusted Candle with my bike but I wasn’t stupid enough to take him at his word until I’d heard back from André that the problem was solved. “Give me Carter’s address.”
Candle chuckled. “She’s got a way about her, huh?”
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
“First Randy fell at her feet, now you.”
“Bullshit. When have you ever seen me fall? I’m gonna have a conversation with Carter is all.”
“Right. A conversation where you tell him his old lady is now your old lady.” He laughed loudly. “If it wasn’t such an unfair fight, I’d want to watch.”
“I’m not fightin’ him,” I growled.
“Uh-huh, and my dick ain’t getting sucked tonight.”
“Fuck you. Address,” I demanded.
“I need him at work tomorrow.”
I didn’t give a shit what Candle needed. Randy was answering to me first. “And I need him to pay for stabbin’ Nic.”
“What?”
“You fuckin’ heard me.”
Candle let out a string of curse words. “How bad?”
“Half her face looks like she met a two-by-four, her wrist is broken and I had to suture her fuckin’ thigh because it was cut from knee to hip.”
“Goddamn it.”
“Give me his fuckin’ address and I’ll owe you.”
“You already owe me.”
No shit. It was making my skin crawl every time I thought about it. “Lucky you.”
He snorted. “He’s in one of the Seascape condos the club owns. Bottom floor, east unit. Don’t fuck the place up.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I started to hang up.
“Hey,” he barked.
“What?”
“Why’s Kendall pissed at you?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised, Kendall had a big fucking mouth. “Long or short version?”
“There’s a short version?”
“I tried to fire her.”
Candle snorted. “Do I wanna know what happened?”
“She told me to fuck off.” The order of events was off but the sentiment was the same.
He burst out laughing. “Love that girl.”
“I’d pay good money to see you call her a girl to her face.”
“Said I loved her, didn’t say I was fucking crazy. Don’t kill Randy, I’m short at the shop.” He hung up.
I drove across town and circled the apartment building twice before parking a block away. Making sure no one saw me, I approached Randy’s from the back and knocked on the door. Lights on, TV blaring, I knew he was home. When he didn’t answer, I pounded harder.
A minute later, the lock turned.
Taller than me but thinner, Randy opened the door wearing a dirty T-shirt and a bandage over each wrist that hadn’t been visible earlier today when he’d been in his garage uniform.
“You and I need to have a little talk,” I drawled.
Leaving the door open, he walked back to his couch and flopped down.
I shut the door and followed. Dirty dishes everywhere, bong on the coffee table, the place was a fucking dump and I hated him even more.
He picked up a beer. “She with you?”
“Do you fuckin’ care?”
He glanced at me and a flash of anger crossed his face before he turned back to the TV. “What do you want, Talerco?”