Page 104 of Adam
“Love the act where you pretend you don’t like me.” I wink.
“Oh, I hate you,” he jeers. “You make contempt feel effortless.”
“Ah. Keeps you predictable.”
“Asshole.”
“Dickhead.”
His jaw tightens when he realizes he doesn’t have a good comeback. I blow him a mocking kiss, and he rolls his eyes.
“What does your fucker boss wants from my life?” I ask nonchalantly.
“Calvano has a new favorite, and he doesn’t miss a chance to parade it.” His fake grin widens.
“Jealous, Leslie?”
He yanks the gun out, grabs me by the throat, slams me into the wall, and shoves the muzzle against my forehead.
“Cut the fucking crap, Mitch.”
“Oh wow. Big man throws a toddler tantrum with a gun. I’m so scared.”
“I was the leader before you showed your ugly face here.” He cocks the hammer. “You came here and fucked everything up.”
“Shoot me,” I hiss.
“Don’t tempt me,” he snarls. “I should’ve put you down the second you walked in here.”
“You still haven’t. Ask yourself why.”
His eyes widen slightly with surprise. What did he expect? That I’m afraid of him?
“Now lower this shit and follow me. I’m curious to see what this fucker wants this time.”
After barking for nothing,Wes follows me to Calvano’s office. I said I was curious. I’m actually burning with curiosity.
Wes knocks on the door like the loyal dog he is and waits for Fabio’s approval to move forward.
“Get in.”
Wes enters first, stands still, and folds his hands in front of his lower abdomen. Boris is here as always, pretending to be someone who deserves a place here.
“As you commanded, boss.”
Cocksucker.
“Get out,” Calvano orders Wes apathetically, without taking his eyes from the laptop screen.
“You …”
“Out.”
Defeated, Wes drops his gaze and backs out of the office, pride left somewhere on the floor.
I sigh. “So …?”
He closes the laptop, slides the chair back, and pushes himself up with his cane. All right, I guess it looks like things just got serious.
