The Outlaw's Obsession(41)

“This better be fucking good.” There was a loud female moan that came from the other end, and the sound of Bosco breathing heavily. DeDe rolled her eyes and walked further into the room and toward the bathroom so she’d have a little more privacy. Bosco was always fucking, that or getting high.

“Bosco, it’s DeDe.” There was a moment of silence and then the sound of shuffling from the other end of the line. A disgruntled female voice came through.

“Well, well. I haven’t heard from you in a while, Baby Girl.” He wasn’t calling her an endearment, but her stage name when she stripped for him at his club. “You wanna come shake that ass for me and show off those big fake titties?” He chuckled deeply, and then she heard the sound of a light being clicked on.

“I need a favor, Bosco.” DeDe knew this would cost her, because Bosco didn’t do anything for free, but she needed that bitch gone. “I need you to find someone for me.”

“Yeah?” Bosco may be a slimy son-of-a-bitch, but he wouldn’t take people out. No, he was more in the game of selling pussy, and roughing up a few johns if they fucked with his merchandise. But he wasn’t a killer.

Not that DeDe wanted the little tramp dead or anything, but she did want her away from Jagger. DeDe had worked too hard to get in this close to him and being his old lady. If anyone was going to be Jagger’s main woman it would be her. Just thinking of Jagger asking that gash to be his old lady had this sick, twisted feeling growing inside of her. For the next five minutes she told Bosco the story, about why she needed Sonya gone, and the little she knew about the connection with Trick. She might only know his name, but that was all Bosco needed if that guy indeed went by that name on the street. Bosco had connections everywhere, but she knew his price would be expensive, and it wouldn’t be in the monetary fashion either.

“So, can you help me out?” It took Bosco a few seconds, but he finally responded.

“I’m sure I can find him, but what I’m more concerned about is how you plan on paying me.” She knew he was smiling even though she couldn’t see him.

“What do you want?” DeDe leaned against the bathroom counter and waited for him to respond.

“It’s going to cost me a lot of favors to find this guy, especially with the little information you gave me, and if he is off the radar. I may be able to help you if you will help me.”

She exhaled, already knowing where this was going.

“You know you’re my favorite, DeDe, even if you aren’t dancing for me anymore.”

“Just tell me what you want.”

“You have to spend some quality time with me, Baby Girl.” And by quality time she knew that was the kind that required them naked and sweaty. “I want an entire week, DeDe. You will do whatever I say, and smile and ask for more.” She shook her head and stared at the ceiling. Of course she knew this would be sexually related, and it wasn’t that she didn’t like fucking Bosco, but it was counterproductive if she was trying to become Jagger’s woman.

“I’ll do whatever you want, Bosco, but I need him found by tomorrow. I have to get this ball rolling before the MC finds him.”

Bosco chuckled. The thing about him was he had balls of steel, thought he was invincible, and didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. That kind of arrogance helped him to an extent, but one of these days it would probably end up killing him, because she knew he’d fuck over the wrong person.

“I’ll call you tonight, but that shouldn’t be a problem.” They spoke for a few more minutes finalizing the details, and what she needed to do once Bosco’s end of the deal was fulfilled. DeDe disconnected the call and shoved the cell in her back pocket. Her heart was pounding, and a little of that was from fear. If Jagger and the club knew what she was about to do they’d kill her.





Chapter Twelve



Trick stared at the pearly white VW Bug that pulled up behind the storage containers at the loading dock. The female who climbed out was one hot piece of ass, but she screamed Club Whore. Did that matter to Trick? Fuck no. He’d take a female any way he wanted, and most of the time preferred them passed out drunk or high so he didn’t have to hear them. But he had been contacted by some fucker named Bosco concerning his property. How the hell the male had gotten a hold of Trick’s number wasn’t that big of a surprise seeing as if someone really wanted something there was always a way to get it. All Trick cared about was getting Sonya back. The plans he had for her already had him fucking hard. Besides, it had been far too long that she had been in that bear’s possession, and so help him, if he found out Jagger had fucked her he’d make sure she wasn’t able to sit for so long she begged him for death.