Maximo pulled me onto the back of a motorcycle, putting a helmet on my head. See, I picked the perfect outfit. I laughed to myself. He grabbed my legs and pulled me close into his back, then said, “Wrap your arms around me tight.” I obliged. He lifted one of my hands to his mouth and kissed it before putting on his helmet. These were not typically motorcycle helmets, they were full face helmets.
He took off, going so fast I held on tighter, I could almost hear his laugh. We drove fast through the roads. I could feel my heart racing. We pulled up to an old warehouse, different from the one last time. Maximo pulled me off the bike and took my helmet off. He wiped my lips with his thumb and kissed me hard. He then pulled out a gun and handed it to me, giving me a wicked smile. “Here we go.” He said excitedly.
I followed close behind him walking into the warehouse. The man behind the desk shot up out of his chair and held his hands up, “Max..” Maximo shot his straight in the chest. I gasped.
“What the fuck!” I screamed. He turned around and grabbed my hand, giving me another wicked smile. He kicked open the door that led to the back of the warehouse. The men and women working all stepped back and put their hands up. Maximo yelled, “Where the fuck is he!” The people pointed to the back of the room at the office. Maximo pulled me to the back of the room and kicked the door open. The man in the chair stood up and tried to pull his gun but Maximo shot him between the eyes.
He walked behind the desk and pulled a safe out from under the desk. He typed in a code and the safe opened. He filled a bag with money, drugs, and guns. I looked around nervously, Maximo laughed. He walked over to me and pulled my braid, pulling my head back. He kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. “Let’s go.” He said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the warehouse. He made a phone call before we left. “Julio, it’s clear, you can take over.”
He put my helmet back on, pulled me onto the bike close to him, and grabbed my arms to wrap around him. He was being so sweet after he just murdered 2 people. He took off, I wrapped my arms around him tightly. It felt like he was driving crazy so I would hold onto him tighter.
I thought we were going home, but he drove into the city and pulled up to a club, his club. He got off, took off my helmet and helped me get off. He straightened my dress and smacked my ass. He held my hand and dragged me inside. It was early in the day so nobody was here except the manager and cleaner.
“Ah, Maximo.” A short, dark haired, dark skinned, dark eyed woman said. She was beautiful. She was curvy with large breasts. She wore a tight black dress with stilettos. She walked over and Maximo kissed her on both cheeks. I don’t know why I was jealous, but I was. I stepped closer to him and grabbed his arm. He turned his face back to me, before snapping it back to her.
She looked at me, turning her top lip up. “You must be Fallon.” She walked towards me and kissed me on both cheeks. “I’m Juliette.” Of course, it was the bitch he was sexting before we left for New Orleans. She gave me an annoyed smirk when I raised my eyebrow at her.
“Juliette. Nice to meet you.” I said without smiling. Maximo could feel my tension so I back away from him towards the bar.
“We have business to discuss, Fallon, you wait here.” Maximo said before he and Juliette left for the office. I hoped the counter and poured myself a shot of tequila. The limes were already cut. I could see Maximo looking at me from the window of the room. I took another shot of tequila. I saw him cock his head sideways at me and press his lips into a thin line. I saw this was annoying him so I took another shot. Then another. I was starting to get lightheaded.
His security detail showed up and pulled me from behind the bar. Maximo must have texted them to come get me. They led me to the car and thew me in the backseat. We didn’t leave though, just sat there. “So, you’re just going to hold me here until he’s done fucking her?” I screamed at the driver kicking the back of the seat. I was pissed. How dare he bring me here to meet her, his mistress. I tried to get out of the car but the doors were locked. I kicked the back of the driver’s seat, the window, anything I could. “Fuck you!” I pulled out my phone and texted Maximo, “Fuck you, you asshole!”
Maximo’s guard pulled me from the back of the car and pulled me to my feet. I punched him in the chest and kicked his shin before running over to Maximo’s bike. I started it and pulled off without putting on my helmet. As I turned around, I saw Maximo run out of the club. Fuck. I was in trouble now, but I might as well go home, so I drove home.