The one without a name

Chapter 5

Maverick's POV 

Where it all begins

Mr. Walker stares directly into my eyes as he shakes my hand, almost squeezing it. "Welcome Maverick. Come on in." He says, taking a step back to allow me space into the house. As soon as I step in, a fresh wave of dinner fills my nostrils, making my tongue water. 

"Ahh, Mr. Wesson I assume." says a small lady, presumably Mrs. Walker. I shake her hand as well, pulling on my most dashing smile. She leads us straight to a dinner table and I brace myself to see Venson, but she's nowhere in sight. 

"Stacey, dear, can you please call Venson to the table?" Mr. Walker asks while taking a seat at the head of the table. 

Stacey walks around the corner and I hear her call for Venson before returning and setting out plates and silverware on the table. She then starts adding dishes filled with different foods while Mr. Walker clears his throat. 

"I assume your father told you why you're here?" he asks lowly, adjusting in his seat. 

"He sure did. Although I can't say I've ever done anything of the sort before." I say while nodding my head. 

"I wouldn't think it'd be terribly hard. Just keep her from getting her studies done. Embarrass her. Start rumors. And I'll take care of her homework. Possibly tear it or burn it. Hopefully that will get the job done. I can't have her getting any scholarships. Oh, and make sure she doesn't tell anyone anything, keep an eye on her." He explains, rubbing his hands together. 

"I understand." I say, watching Stacey carrying in another dish.

Turning my head at the sound of footsteps descending stairs, I watch as Venson turns the corner. Her black skinny ripped jeans does everything to make her legs look amazing and her top is loose fitting but still makes her figure eyecandy. Her hair is loose around her shoulders and with her appearance, a lovey perfume takes place, leaving me wanting to taste her. 

"What the fuck is this?" She shouts, staring directly at me. I can only watch, loving the faces she makes while being frustrated. 

She tries to walk backwards, but walks straight into Mr. Walker. I didn't see him get up, probably too entranced in Venson. "I assume you have already met Maverick Wesson, yes?"he asks Venson, his eyes fixed on the back of her head to see her reaction. But she continues to stare at me, probably confused as to why I'm in her house. Her face is coated in makeup, no doubt to cover all the bruises Mr. Walker gives her.

When my father told me that he needed to help out an old friend, I'd never thought It'd be to hurt his daughter. I was told the school had caught on to his actions, and he had planned to sabotage her emotionally, instead of physically. But not only was I getting paid, but it would really help boost my popularity in my father's illegal business. And if I planned to take over,I'd need the reputation. 

"Let's eat, shall we?" Mr. Walker asks when Venson doesn't reply. He swiftly pulls out a chair in the spot next to me, and Venson quietly takes her spot. 

We all eat in silence, and I get the feeling Mr. Walker is waiting for Venson to break. The tension in the air is almost unbreathable, but Venson soon cuts it with a knife when she explodes with a ton of questions. "So, Maverick? What do you want from us? Where did you come from and why here? How do you know David?"

This almost takes me by surprise, and I don't know how to respond. Mr. Walker never told me if he wanted her to know. But luckily, Mr. Walker speaks up in my place.

"Maverick's father is a good buddy of mine only repaying a favor. Don't worry thought, he will be here for a while and I'm positive you will be seeing a lot more of him."