Mal had woken up about an hour ago. Checking her phone. No messages from Maverick. She turns her phone over and looks at the empty side of her bed. The sheets are colder than normal and she closes her eyes. Wishing Maverick would just come back. She tears up and rubs her face. Her hands gripping her hair and tugging slightly. She sobs. Eventually she gets the courage to call him. Hoping to get answers. To make sure he's ok. She hits the call button next to his name.
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Mavericks phone rings in his pocket. He squirms slightly and the man reaches down with a smile pulling the phone from Mavericks pocket. The contact reads ‘malibu’. The man smiles hard and bites his lip. He looks at Maverick, the gun still against him.
“You say anything, I won't hesitate. Do I make myself clear?”
Maverick nods. The man swipes to answer.he clears his throat.
“It's been a while. Hasn't it Malibu.”
At this point Malibu's ears dropped. Recognizing the raspy voice of the man on the other end. She stays quiet for a moment. The man smiles and looks at maverick.
“I have your boy toy here honey. He's got a nice set of k9s. They would look good on me-”
Mals voice becomes aggravated.
“Don't you dare lay a hand on him.”
The man smiles. And moves the gun under Mavericks chin. Pulling Mavericks head up to look him in the eyes.
“I already have. But He's not dead yet. I do have a question. Why do you always pick the wimps? The ones who can't defend themselves against me. Did he know about me? Did he know what he was getting himself into with you? Or did you hide this from him? Thinking all this would go away.”
Mals eyes widen and shakes her head slightly
“No don't!-.. what do u want… anything.. Name it.”
Maverick hears Malibu and his ears go back. He yells.
“Malibu dont!”
The man growled and shoved the gun into his mouth. The taste of the metal revolting. Feeling the cold metal on his tongue he breathes heavily closing his eyes. The man smiles and talks into the phone.
“Your boy toy is putting himself in danger by talking. Malibu, remind him of just who I am.”
Mal swallows and says clearly.
“Maverick. That is Smokey. My father.”
Maverick assumed as much but having confirmation he glares at the man. The man smirks. Mal continues.
“He's a man of his word.. don't test him, it's not worth it.”
Smokes pulls the phone back to him and inhales deeply.
“What a good girl. You were always the smartest of the bunch. knowing how much power I have. Knowing where you stand.”
Mal stays quiet. Smokey continues.
“Now.. about what I want to trade for your boy toy here.”
Mavericks eyes widen and squirms slightly. Smokey shoves the gun deeper into his mouth almost hitting his gag reflex. Mav groans and breaths heavily giving in. Mal sighs.
“Anything.”
Smokey smiles and nods, his voice not changing.
“The book. Denver's book of spells.”
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Mr and mrs (Book 3. Of The Fumes Series)
Fantasya continuation of 'felines love'. Maverick tranquilized after having a fight with Malibu. Malibu warned him about leaving the house with her father after her family. little did he know she wasn't kidding. his in just as much danger as she is.. will...
