Chapter 13

Blue's POV

I wasn't sure what I was feeling because I felt a bolt knot in my stomach at first, until I remembered her from the restaurant. She was the friend that was waiting outside with her boyfriend.

She had said so many things that I could barely keep up with because my attention span would only contain trying to place where I had seen her.

“I will get the shirt to you.” I said, smiling at her. She made a move to hug me, and I took her in. It was a very brief one.

“You smell really great.” She complimented, literally blushing.

“Thank you.” She said, and waved Maverick goodbye.

Without speaking to me, he turned to walk into his room, and I guess I deserve the treatment in every way. I followed him in, and there was another guy in the room. He was spraying so much perfume, and trying so hard to be fly.

“What in the Central Cee wannabe is going on here?” Maverick coughed, pushing him out.

“Hi Miss Blue, I'm Liam, Maverick's home boy, and I just want to say I'm a big fan, and I really love you.”

I chuckled at his words. I was actually elated. “Thank you.”

Maverick eventually succeeded in pushing him out and closing the door behind us.

He went on to act like I wasn't there.

“Maverick.” I called.

“Why are you here?” Maverick asked.

“To speak with you of course.” I said, resting my back on the closest wall to me.

“I thought you wanted me out.”

“I'm sorry.” I said, as hard as it was. “I was angry, and I did not know what came over me.”

Maverick scoffed like he wasn't interested in anything I had to say, and honestly, he's probably in the rights.

“It's all good. It's your house, and it's your rules.” Maverick said.

“I'm really sorry. I know I might not be able to make up for it properly, but I'm really sorry.” I was being sincere. Maybe checking up on me with someone else even after how I had treated him made me feel horrible.

“Why are you here for real?” Maverick asked, like he didn't want to see me.

“The case file of Sasha Campbell's murder. I have it here with me, and I brought it for you.”

“Well, thank you.” Maverick said with a nod. “Can I have it?”

I handed the case file over to him, and he wouldn't even look at me. It was making my heart break, although I don't know how he got in there in the first place.

“Why were you so angry? What got you so worked up?” Maverick asked, glancing at me.

I sighed, looking at him. “I fight against cartels, apart from doing anything else. It has always been my family's task to fight against them, and there's this cartel that was able to doctor a video of Kylie and Allison transporting drugs.”

“And they're trying to use it to make me an escort to their next trade.”

“And why is this next trade so important that they want you in on it desperately?” Maverick asked.

“The Skull cartel.” I said. “They're my biggest enemies, and they're the face of the criminal syndicate in the wolf world.”

“And you can't just go, and then maybe get both sides at the exchange?” Maverick asked, putting the file on his bed.

“It doesn't work that way.” I said. “I can't just wipe them out. It's literally impossible. They're two very strong cartels that just made up after an extensive history of fighting each other.”

“So, that's why the first cartel wants you to go with them.” He said, and I gave a nod.

“And if that happens, it'll mean I'm now in the cartel, as several powers and authorities are backing these bastards.” I said, feeling angry again.

“Well, let me take a look at the video.” Maverick said.

“I don't think that matters anymore, because we're taking them out tonight. The Dark Haven cartel.”

“If I were the leader of the Dark Haven cartel and I'm getting into something this dangerous, I'd have a back up such that if anything happens to me, any leverage I have would be released immediately, and I'm sure he has it too, so the damage might be the same.”

I gave a quick rethink, and he was right about it.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, moving closer to him. I saw him move his hands to his back, and that was when I realized that he hadn't touched me, not even a part of me.

“You can have it both ways. Just let me take a look at the video, I might be able to prove that it was doctored.” He said.

“I've had crazy professionals looking into it and they found nothing.”

“Maybe that's the problem, they're too professional to see that the problem could be something really little.” Maverick said, and I stopped very close to him.

“I'll get the flash drive to you before noon.” I said, holding his collar.

“Shake me goodbye?” I asked, and he shook his head.

“I wouldn't want to stain your pretty palm with my filthy hands.” Maverick said, using the words I had said at him against me.

“I thought you had forgiven me.” I said, moving really close to him. I was literally just an inch away from where he sat. His head was close to my chest, but he was looking down.

“I have, and I don't want to annoy you with whatever filth I possess.” He said, fiddling with his joggers. I held his face up, and stared at his beautiful face.

I wasn't sure what had come over me, but I was trying so hard to fight it, but I was losing.

“Maverick, please, touch me.” I begged, holding his face. He was breathing hard, and I could hear his heart thumping really hard just like mine was.

“Don't tempt me.” He muttered.

“Touch me.” I said again, and slowly, his hands grabbed my waists. We still maintained eye contact, and the tension between us had built to an extent that I could not stop it anymore.

He pulled me over to himself, still looking into my eyes.

“What are you doing to me?” He asked, standing up, still keeping the nonexistent space between us.

“Maverick.” I whispered as his head lowered down to my face.

“Can… can I kiss you?” Maverick asked, and I gave a slow affirmative nod.

Slowly, his lips met with mine, and my breath ceased like it was the first time we were kissing. His hold on my waist got firmer, but in a gentle way, as I introduced my tongue into the equation, pulling him close to myself like I was going to eat up his face.

I couldn't stop myself as I held his face and pulled him closer, breathing really hard, gasping for more.

Maybe a little hooking up isn't bad.