Thread: Fallen Prince [Hatchet - ScarlettRose]

Yeah clearly. Maverick snorted. Right now he couldnt see why he was going out of his way to be nice to this snooty kid. This was exactly why he hated humans. It was clear from the way he was looking down on him, he thought himself better be he had no idea who Maverick was. He wasnt just some dirty bag. He had once belonged to the First Choir. That shit still meant something to him deep down. This was all that Lucifiers fault and his too for being taken in by that motherucker. You know what? Maverick replied, his features turning steely as his ring covered fingers tightened on the throttle. I think youre absolutely right kid. Have a good life. He was not going to be talked down to be some punk ass kid. His cut that denoted his clubs name and logo fluttered in the wind as he zoomed off from zero to sixty in four seconds roaring down the suburban streets. It was late on Saturday night that he was sat in his office with his massive booted feet on his desk in the clubhouse as him and one of his Club members counted the in take from the bags the Irish had traded for guns. The clubhouse was located in a motor lot also owned by Maverick and his business partners and was heavily filled with members today as it was pay day from the Irish. You like miserable. Triggs - who got his name for his trigger finger and no mercy shootings - commented from below next to the safe. We just got paid baby! You realise how fucking lucrative this is going to be dont you? Im not miserable. Maverick replied, a frown between his brows as he checked the notes in each wad. Im just making sure those fucking potato farmers havent short changed us. This was to be a long term business venture so it was very unlikely that the Irish would pull something like that but lately there had been too much bad shit going on around here with the cops breathing down their necks too and Maverick was turning paranoid as hell. Nah this is about that kid. The black curly haired, hooked nose Triggs grinned up to his boss. Maverick had been pissed with his last encounter with Finn but that was just it - it would be there last encounter. So he had given it no more thought. He wasnt a man to dwell. There were plenty of other fish in the sea and he was an attractive man. Finding a man or woman to share his bed was hardly a difficult task. In fact he had a nice blonde long legged groupie who had been satisfying his carnal needs lately. She aimed to please him, hoping to become an Old Lady someday. That too to the President would raise her from groupie status. However Maverick wasnt interested. Hardly. Do I look like I have time for teenage dramatics and bullshit? Maverick replied, not looking at Triggs as he continued his task. Sure he was a massive biker dude but his crew was well aware of his sexuality and knew almost everything about him and if any of them had a problem with it they hadnt said anything and that was that. He was indeed an open book. Fuck no! Were in the money baby! Triggs sang like the loose cannon he was. First thing Im getting is a nice hot jacuzzi. For that shit hole you call home? Maverick grinned. Hey! Home is where the heart is. Triggs replied. Yeah well you should think about getting a fucking cleaner you dirty fuck. Maverick laughed pushing the thought of the shy teen from his mind. No point crying over spilt milk and all that.