Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“What about me?” I ask, already knowing exactly where this is headed. I expected it.
“I want you on that roster. You fight. Here.”
I haven’t fought here in years. Growing up, this is where I came. Back then, you were limited on where you could beat the shit out of someone. Now that I own Kingdom, I can walk into that ring whenever the fuck I want. I’m not an MMA fighter or a boxer. I don’t do it for the money. I do it because I literally want to beat the shit out of someone. But I knew coming in that the money wasn’t going to be enough. Not when they’re presented with an opportunity to make more. I’d do the same thing. “I’ll fight.”
Finally, he nods. “Then you have my word. We won’t touch Roses or April. But I can’t make any promises on the kid. He’s here a lot. This isn’t the first time he’s owed us money.”
“I’ll handle him,” I state. I’ll wrap a fucking shock collar around his neck, if need be.
“Then it’s settled.” He picks up the bag and walks out. Probably to go put it in the safe room.
Trey comes over to me and slaps me on the shoulder. “Let’s have some fun.”
I want to say no, but instead, I find him leading me out of the office and back to the table that sits in the center of the room. I plop down in a seat just as the door opens. In walks Lucy and I inwardly sigh. I’ve been ignoring her
She wears a black leather miniskirt with heels that lace up her calves and a white see-through shirt with a black bra. Her bleach blond hair up in a high ponytail and looks like her leftover makeup is still on from yesterday.
“Hey, babe.” She walks over to me. “I didn’t know you were going to be here.” She pushes my chair back and straddles my legs before I have a chance to avoid the situation. Her skirt riding up in the process.
My eyes drop to her black lace covered pussy and then back up to hers. I instantly think of April, and my lips on hers in her room an hour ago. She wanted me. I wanted her. Fuck, how I wanted her. But she was drunk and had been attacked. She needed to rest and heal. I needed to get the fuck out of there and take care of business before the Masons sent their bitches back to do more damage. I’m just thankful that Jasmine had called her. Ethan wasn’t at the house, so there’s no telling where that punk ass kid is. I needed someone there watching her. For her safety and my sanity.
“Hey.” Lucy gets my attention, wrapping her arms around my neck and whispering in my ear. “I’ve missed you.” She starts rubbing her hips into mine.
I see Trey watching me out of the corner of my eye. He’s taking it in. Seeing how I react to her. I just paid fifty grand and made them swear not to touch April. They know there’s something going on there. I need to play up my role with Lucy for now. Since she is the one half naked on my lap and I’ve never turned her down before.
My hands grip her thighs and I lick my lips. “I tried calling you earlier.” Lie. “It went straight to voicemail.”
The door opens and Tanner re-enters, followed by Turner. “Jesus Christ, Lucy. Have some fucking respect for yourself!” he hisses.
Turner Mason is the middle child. He does runs for the Cartel and takes out their competition. He’s their own personal hitman. He and Tanner are all business, but Tanner doesn’t mind getting his dick wet, no matter the situation. Turner’s dick is a little more complicated than that. He used to be obsessed with a girl. I don’t know the whole situation, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he kidnapped her and has her tied to a bed, mimicking the girl in the picture that hangs in their office.
Her head snaps over to glare up at him. “Fuck you, Turner!”
Tanner tosses my now empty duffel bag by my chair. Turner just shakes his head in disappointment at his sister.
Lucy grew up without a mother. She had her brothers and a dad, so all she knows is men. I’m not saying it’s an excuse. I’m just saying that I understand where she thinks she has to be half naked and high for attention. Her father raised her to be like the woman in the picture hanging on the office wall. And if I told her I wanted to do the same thing to her right now on this table while everyone watched, she would say yes in a heartbeat.
I’m not into that—bondage, BDSM—crawl to me on all fours and lick my shoes while you call me daddy type of shit. Bones is, though. Bones has to be in control in every aspect of his life. That’s why he stays sober, and I’m always high. I like the out-of-control experience.