Desperado

Prologue

I walk through the rock area scanning the trailers around me. I'm only in this place because of my father. He wanted to do business with them for some reason. This town looks like shit. This side of town clearly confirms my theory. Though New York isn't ideally me, either.

A whistle sounds behind me causing me to turn around. The male smirk walking toward me. He looks... handsome. Fuck at least something is nice in this town.

"Well. Well. Well. Why is a doll like you on this side of the tracks?"

"Depends on who's asking."

"The name's Forsythe Pendleton Jones the second. But most call me FP."

"So you're FP," I state walking toward him.

"You looking for me?"

"In fact I am. I came on behalf of my father."

FP face scrunches up in confusion. "Your father?"

"Hiram Lodge, FP."

He nods smirking before motioning me to a trailer. "Come on. We can talk in my home. Serpents aren't friendly to dolls."

"I'm not a doll but lead the way. I don't need unwanted attention."

He nods stuffing his hands into his leather jacket. I follow after the male who is inches taller than me even in heels. I clench my bag looking around before stepping into the trailer. I sigh when I notice that the area was literally with some beer bottles and plates. I wouldn't mind cleaning this place up. We sit down at the table and I lean back.

"What's the name?" He asks me handing me a cold beer and creaking open his own.

I twist the cap off looking to him. "Katie Lodge."

"Only child?"

"No, I have a twin sister."

"Ah. Like my own kids."

"Married I assume." I point out.

He narrows his eyes as I point out the obvious. Clearly, he's separated or his wife is a filth monster just like him.

"Where are they?"

"Gone. Aren't you going to tell me what Hiram wants?"

"Right." I drag it out opening my purse and handing over the folder. "We want to hire the Sepernts to trash a land we want to buy."

"The drive-in? No, I'm sorry I can't."

"I won't leave here with a no, FP. I hate to be my father but if you have kids... I'm certain they'll be in more danger."

"Don't threaten my family!"

"I did no such thing. My father however will. Now, do we have an agreement?"

"How much?"

"That's to be discussed with my father. Not me. I only came to get an agreement."

"And you got it."

I drink some of the burning beer. It wasn't that bad. I wonder what Roni would think if she knew I was involved with dads business. My mother would freak out if she knew. Especially if I was here in Riverdale.

She never got along with some people here I guess. That's why she had us to New York. Though Roni had a troubled boyfriend and me getting involved in criminal activities. I take the folder I gave him downing the rest of the beer before putting it away. I walk toward the door hearing him standing. Oh, what the hell. I set the purse down turning to him.

"Can I crash here?"

"I'll be on the couch, then." He says and I walk to him setting a hand onto his chest.

"No need. Your bed. Show me the way."

He quirks an eyebrow before showing me the way. Suddenly my back hits the wall and he is glaring down at me. I feel my lips quirk up to a smirk and I watch his wild eyes. "Tell Hiram he can't have the drive in."

"The money will help you and your family a lot."

"I should kill you."

"Kill me or kiss me. We both know you can only do one."

He suddenly lifts me up forcing my legs to wrap around his. "I'll do the first later."

I chuckle and smash our lips together.

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I glance to my father before looking to FP. He had a blank expression on his face as we sit at the bar. Shit. I had sex with a man nearly the age of my father. If my dad knew.

Oh, I can only imagine the blood he'll spill. I stare at the milkshake with the red and white straw. FP eyes flick to me as my dad speaks to him. I shift slightly acutely aware that I was sore.

"We got a deal," FP tells my dad and they shake hands.

"The items will be wired to you soon," Hiram says and I knew he meant money.

I understand that all too well. We all stand shaking hands and I walk out the dusty bar with my father. Hopefully, I'll never have to see him again.