The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(31)

That was a problem, though. He really didn’t want a woman, not in the long term. He had just had a taste of that, and it had been too much for him. He had tried to be good in the relationship, had tried to stay faithful, but it all went against his nature. And then the woman, a beautiful Latina named Christina, had started making her demands, and Colt had called it all off.

But he wanted Sherry, and he would get her, and then he could be done with it. Fucking her didn’t mean he needed anything else.

“Let’s go pay Greg a visit,” Colt said, and he went to get dressed.

By the time Colt and Davey rolled into town, they had been joined by two other Vipers, a strong black man called Blade, and a skinny bald white man they called Wizard. They rode their noisy machines over to the apartments and pulled to a stop in front of them.

“You gotta an apartment number?” Colt asked Davey, but he shook his head.

“Got to do it the hard way,” Davey said.

“I like the hard way,” Wizard spoke up as they made their way into the building. Colt knocked on the first door they came to. After a moment, a little old lady opened the door.

“You know a guy named Greg?” Colt asked. The old woman shook her head, and the bikers moved on to the next door. Eventually, they found Greg himself after knocking on a door upstairs. He opened the door, his eyes went wide, and he tried to slam it shut, but Colt was already stepping forward, wedging his foot against the door so it wouldn’t shut. Greg gave up trying to shut it and turned and ran, heading into his small apartment, and into his bedroom. He slammed the door shut and locked it, just before Colt could grab the doorknob and force it open.

“Come on Greggy,” Colt called from the other side fo the door. “Don’t make me break the door down.”

Sherry didn’t know her neighbor well. He was a young guy that looked to be too skinny, and he always had dark circles under his eyes. When he smiled at her, and he usually did, she saw he was missing one of his teeth, and the ones that remained were yellow. Still, he was a nice guy, always offering to carry groceries for her if he saw her hefting them up the stairs. She could never remember if his name was George or Greg, but on Sunday morning, while she was watching TV and drinking coffee in her living room, she heard someone on the other side of the wall yelling his name and pounding on something.

Sherry set her mug on the coffee table in front of her and went to her door. She opened it a crack and peeked out into the hall, but she saw no one. She hesitated. She could tell Greg’s door was open ten feet down the hall to her left, right next to the stairs. And the banging and yelling was coming from inside. She could hear Greg, pleading for someone to stop, and then there would be sickening thuds that she was pretty sure was fists slamming into Greg’s body and face.

And then she heard a voice she recognized, and she made up her mind. She swung her door open and marched out into the hallway, and over to Greg’s open doorway. Inside was Colt and three of his friends. They were all wearing their little vests with the snake and skull on the back. Colt was standing over Greg in the living room, holding him up by the collar of his tee shirt. Greg’s face looked like a pile of hamburger meat: shapeless and red.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” Sherry asked, and the men turned and looked at her.

“Mind your business lady,” Wizard said, but Colt let go of Greg and turned to face her.

“Hey, I forgot you lived here,” he said slyly.

“I doubt that,” Sherry said. “What are you doing?”

“He stole from us. We told him not to come back. Here he is,” Colt said as if that was a good reason to be beating the life out of someone.

“Leave him alone, he’s my neighbor.”

“I’ll tell you what, let me take you out for a ride tonight, and I’ll let it slide with Greg here.”

Sherry folded her arms over her chest. “You aren’t being serious.”

From the faces of Colt’s friends, it looked as though they wanted to say the same thing. The men were breathing heavy, adrenalin coursing through their system. They had come to kick some ass, and it looked as though it might be ending too quickly.

“I am being serious,” Colt said.

“Fine,” Sherry said with a sigh. “Pick me up at seven.”

“Let’s go, boys,” Colt said, and he led the way out. “See you at seven, Love,” he said as he passed Sherry, and she tried but failed to hide a small smile. When they were gone, she helped Greg to his couch, and then cleaned his face as best as she could.

“Thank you,” Greg said, and when he spoke Sherry saw he was missing another tooth.



4



Seven came and went, and Sherry sat waiting for Colt in her living room. Finally, at eight ten there was a knock on the door, and she thought about not answering it, just to show the man that she was annoyed with him. But she didn’t want him getting angry and knocking on Greg’s door instead, so she opened it and looked up at Colt.

“You’re late,” she barked.

“I know,” he said, stepping inside. She put a hand on his chest.

“I thought we were going for a ride?” Sherry asked. She had dressed for that, jeans and a hoodie.

“I was thinking of staying in,” Colt said, and he put his hands on her hips and bent to kiss her. Sherry was going to turn her head, she was going to deny the man a kiss, but she didn’t, and his lips pressed against hers. He was strong, and his kiss was strong, forceful, his tongue pushing past her lips to explore her mouth. He tasted of beer and whiskey, and Sherry realized she didn’t want him to stop kissing her.