Untamed

89 (Bonus chapter)

Maxwell called Bruno's number again for the fourth time that hour, drumming his fingers on the bed post; it rang and rang and rang but no answer.

He cursed under his breath but maintained the cool facade he had been working on. Bruno never let any of his calls ring more than twice before, meaning something had gone horribly wrong and he didn't know what.

His phone rang, vibrating on the desk, Maxwell picked the call.

"Bruno?"

The line was silent, Maxwell moved the phone away from his ear checking the number again.

"Bruno?" Absolute silence, Maxwell ended the call immediately, switching off the burner.

Maxwell threw the phone at the wall, his number one man had been captured, there was no way he would be able to get him out of whatever mess he had gotten himself into without further incriminating himself. "You had one fucking job." Bruno yelled at the shattered phone.

His plans were moving too fast, his wildcard wasn't ready and with Bruno gone he had to be the one to get his hands dirty with the secret he'd kept hidden all these years.

Maxwell paced around the cramped room, his beard and hair had grown out making him completely unrecognizable but he still kept to the shady part of town avoiding street cameras and empty streets.

His daughter and the bitch she was shagging were still alive, Bruno had most definitely been caught and he hasn't been able to access his offshore account but his account officer had assured him he was working on it and it would be ready before the end of the month.

Things were not looking up but he was grateful to have some money at the end of the month, he was tired of living in the dumpster he called home the past month.

If Bruno had been caught, he needed to move quick for his wildcard; if they could catch a man like Bruno then it wouldn't be long before they traced his movements and found his house.

Maxwell grabbed his old worn cap and wore his dirty shoes, thankfully Bruno had gotten him a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS; a classic beauty.

There was a safe house he acquired a while back incase anything went south but Maxwell shared no information about it; Bruno was in the enemy's lair now meaning he had the free will to strike a deal and save himself exposing all the people he'd worked with or keep his mouth shut and go to jail; any which way Maxwell needed to change his pattern, his hotel and unfortunately his beautiful Chevelle.

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"Was that Maxwell?" Fletcher dropped Bruno's phone beside him, not out of sight but out of reach. "He didn't sound very happy."

"I didn't know you were a therapist too." Bruno's eyes were closed. "If I ever need your services, I'll give you a call."

"You can cut the big boy act and strike a deal Bruno, nobody is going to save you from this sinkhole and taking the bullet for everyone sounds very stupid."

"Like I said if I need your services I'll call for you."

"Suit yourself, the doctor said you're fit for transfer. By tomorrow you'll be spending your night in a cell and then you'll be begging me for my time."

Fletcher made herself comfortable on the chair, playing Garden scapes on her phone, she'd been chasing Bruno for the past two years and even though she had him strapped to a bed it still felt like a dream. He wasn't going to make transport easy and she wasn't going to send any of her men back in body bags.

"What are you thinking so hard about?"

Fletcher looked away from her phone and found Bruno staring right at her, for how long she didn't know and that made her more uncomfortable. "My stupid game, I can't pass a level."