Burn Me Right

Chapter 37

"Go get something to eat and come back," she heard him say. She immediately ran outside to get herself a cup of watermelon iced tea. That was the best she could do to curb her anxiety about being in his presence.

She paid the vendor and walked back to her desk. Taking a sip, she savored the sweet, refreshing taste of the tea. It was the perfect remedy for her frayed nerves, at least for now. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, letting the cool liquid wash over her.

Zyler separated his blinds and watched her perfect lips as they rounded around the straw, sucking the tea in. She fanned her tongue and licked the drop that was escaping her lips. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to figure out where she had lost her phone, completely unaware of the world around her. He resisted the fierce urge to walk over and take that bottom lip between his own.

He was about to open her cabin door when someone came barreling from the elevator door. He stopped, and so did they, preventing them from colliding with each other.

"Oh, Zyler. I was coming to see you," Matthew, the local political leader, said. Zyler's blood boiled at the sight of Matthew. The man was nothing more than a glorified pimp, using his connections to climb the political ladder by supplying women and drugs to the leaders. But as much as Zyler loathed him, he couldn't deny the valuable intel he often brought.

"I have some information that might interest you," Matthew replied, trying to sidestep Zyler. But he wasn't getting past him that easily.

"What is it?" He diverted Matt's attention by leading him to his calm. He picked up his phone and texted Autumn not to come outside.

"Well, something that could really help you evade the law," Matt settled his ugly butt in his chair. Zyler decided to wash that chair with acid once Matt left.

"Don't I already do that? You can offer me nothing," Zyler wasn't keen on having Matt there.

"You killed the Maddox and Nicholas Bianchi," Matt spat it out like a fact. He didn't speculate on whether it was true.

"And?" Zyler chuckled, knowing there was no proof of it.

"There is no one in the Maddox family left to take their revenge on you, but Romano might not let it slide," Matt kept talking, enjoying the sound of his voice. "You killed his only son."

"There is no proof of it," Zyler admitted, ignoring Matt and looking at the door, trying to keep Autumn out of this conversation.

"So, are you admitting to killing Nicholas?" Matt pulled a cigarette out.

Zyler did not answer. "Word on the street is that..." Matt stopped. "What? No drinks for me?" He put the cigarette that had been in his mouth earlier on the table.

Zyler clenched his teeth, grinding them to a pulp. He was so angry. If the dick prick listened closely, he would've heard Zyler's teeth strained. But he needed his teeth to bite every bit of his girl, so he stopped.

He felt the sudden urge to give Matt a crash course in flying via the nearest window. But he needed this information, so he picked up his phone and called his assistant to bring some water and a beer. Zyler knew Matt loved alcohol so much that he probably dreamt of swimming in a pool filled with whiskey and beer cans. The man loved his vices so much that he would put a cigarette in his IV. His beer belly was proof of it.

In minutes, a woman came in with some beer and whiskey. The woman put the drink on the table and stepped away, not wanting to be under Matt's predatory stare. Matt winked at the helper, his eyes landing on the woman's butt. His gaze followed the woman. He turned his head so fast he could have auditioned for an Exorcist reboot.