CHAPTER 31
"You disappoint me, Dante," her voice was cold, I would’ve even said- regretful.
"Oh, mother, please," He made a displeased sound, I swore he was folding hands in this exact moment. It was what he did, he didn’t let anyone get to him, not even his own flesh and blood, "She would’ve shot you, and we both know it. I spared your pitiful life," He sounded superior. The goddamn door, all I could make out were just some muffled noises.
"Taking up some bad habits, are we?" My heart nearly jumped out my mouth in response to the cocky tone. I looked over my shoulder to see Maddox with a pack of chips in his hands. "I thought it was Duke’s thing."
"Is my suitcase with you?" I whispered, still leaning against the dark door. Those darn muffled noises, it was hard enough to make out what were they saying before Maddox arrived sailing on his boat and now it was completely impossible. And yes I was aware of the fact that these slimy bastards in the nursery were stalking me on the monitors. Madd furrowed his eyebrows and hesitantly shook his head from right to left. "Then you better scram, before I make a decision you would regret in the future."
"Me?" He threw a pringle’s chip in his mouth and soon after pointed his index finger towards himself. Oh god, did I really need to repeat myself?
"Yes, you…" I pushed my ear against the door, "It wouldn’t be my backside to get gun powdered after all…"
"Kinky, Shorty, kinky…" I shushed him and to my astonishment, he obeyed and stayed quiet. For good five seconds before he started chewing next to my ear. The most annoying thing I’ve ever heard, well right after Duke’s singing in the shower. So the man was good with his fingers, but he would never ever in twenty millenniums be a singer. No way. No how. It was just never meant to be. It sounded like a goose being strangled and throw in a cat choir singing in a dreadful unison and the whole thing was complete. It made my skin go in goose bumps just by imagining the whole thing. "So what’s up with you and Duke?"
"You’re annoying Madd, you knew that?" Yeah, Morrison, what is between you and Duke? That almost lovey dovey stuff won’t lead to a good end and you know it. Do you still remember your very first rule? Boy, how could I ever forget? It’s been the main thing that kept me in my rank for a long time. A rank I was very proud of- a loner. And a killer. A very successful outcome I turned out to be.
"Well, the world’s not spinning backwards, so that seems about right." He leaned against the darkish wallpaper covered wall. So no spying today. No fun for cute, little, sadistic freak Elle. I straightened my back, which, speaking between you and me, was quite stiff from all the sneaking and eavesdropping. "You’re going to kill the poor guy…" He made a pouty face. Seriously? Maddox? I arched my eyebrow as I strolled past him.
"How? I’m not even aiming a gun towards him." Nor a flamethrower. Although he deserved it. For turning up uninvited. Along with Trent, who was a dead man walking and Madd- the knife master. Not. He and knifes- never an ultimate combo. Once saw how he cut veggies, for a good second I thought his finger was going to be in the bowl alongside with carrots.
"It’s not necessary…" He threw the last chip between his lips and left the empty package on a nightstand. So rude. "You know he has the libido of a fourteen year old, right? I mean give the guy a donkey and he’ll fuck it." I made a disgusted sound as I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He smiled, widely, satisfied with my facial expression. I turned my head away and kept walking for the grand entrance door. "A pretty donkey, of course."
"Where are you getting with this, donkey?" Just the thought of me being compared to a filthy animal, made something brake inside me. Not one of my good-side strings, I suppose. I opened the heavy door and a cool breeze greeted me soon after. Not even a leather jacket could’ve made me fully satisfied in this state. Nevada. Yeah.
"Well… You’re a donkey, he’s a donkey… You both should make donkey babies!" He jumped right in front of me, making me stop and look up at his overly excited face. The blue pill, yet again? Or was it just caffeine? Or red bull? I looked at him like he was retarded and at the moment I really believed he was.
"Maddox,-"
"Fine…" His smile turned upside down as he extended his arm and his palm was now on my face. What?
"Madd,-"
"You choose how much babies, but not less than four," I struggled to get his long fingers from sticking in my eyes.
"Four? Are you planning on making a farm?" As soon as I was free from his palm, his arm snaked around my shoulders. Fantastic. One of those days when I actually had something to do and I couldn’t even get myself off the boundaries of this land.
"A donkey farm!" Someone, please, keep him away everything that is filled with sugar. "Just imagine, rides for free!" He emphasized it all with the gesture of his free hand. Yep, he had totally lost it. Waving like a wacko, yeah, seemed like Maddox. "Can you imagine it?"
"No," I moved forward, just a couple of feet and I’ll be able to reach for the motorcycle, just a little bit more.
"Yeah, neither can I." It was just two feet away, I was just two feet away and then he took me by my shoulders. What was with this guy? Chill. "You have to promise me something, shorty…"
"What?" I couldn’t avoid raising my eyebrow, this just seemed to get little too suspicious. The whole conversation had been about Duke and me or rather than about donkey Duke and donkey me, but believe me, I got the point. I wondered if he had bribed clueless Madd or not?
"Don’t fuck with his guts." The fluffy and hilarious Maddox disappeared and now there was something beyond mister serious in front of me. My hand traveled to the pocket of my leather jacket, this whole situation made me want to hold on to something and in this case it was the keys to the motorcycle.
"Wha-"
"That shit that you do. Just don’t." That clearly left me dumbfounded. Right then and there I felt like the big bad Elle I really was. His hands dropped to his sides and I was left there to watch as his frown turns upside down. And I thought I was schizophrenic, but this pitiful world proved me wrong. There were some even more mentally challenged people then I would ever be.
"I think there should be a law against it," I finally managed to make out as I stopped beside the vehicle. Beautiful black vehicle. I reached for the helmet.
"Against what?" He pushed his hands deep down his pockets as he turned against me right at the exact moment as I put the helmet on.
"You and caffeine." I got on the hundred and ninety horsepower filled ride to see him smirk.
"Bring me a burrito, shorty."
"I don’t go where they sell burritos, Madd." I shut the visor of the helmet and put the key in the ignition. It’d been such a long time since I’ve driven one of these. Such powerful beast.
"I know, you go where they sell beer."