Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Always good to have a backup plan.” I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.
“Which is why Frankie threw me for a loop.” Troy took another bite of steak, letting the silence linger on purpose. Then he smiled. “He’s got balls to threaten me.”
What the fuck had Frankie done? I clenched my hands over my knees so Troy couldn’t see them. I should have gotten the full story before coming here. Too bad getting fucked by Frankie’s thick cock was a lot more fun than talking about this fucker.
“That’s a nice way to put it.”
“How else would you describe him?”
“A fucking idiot.”
“He’s that, too.”
Troy laughed and downed the rest of his drink. “You’re lucky I like you and Ari well enough. But if Frankie threatens my livelihood one more time, my grace won’t extend that far. I don’t care whose balls will be pinned to the wall, but they will join my collection. Do you understand me, Lotto?”
I wanted to think Troy was joking about a collection of balls, but honestly, at this point, nothing about him would surprise me. I nodded. “Of course, Troy.”
“No more changes. Tell your little…” He cleared his throat with a smirk. “…friends that, too.” I gritted my teeth when he stood and grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his booth chair. “Good luck over the next few weeks, Lotto. Hopefully I don’t see you before then or else I might not see you at all.” He shrugged the jacket on before pausing. “Oh, and leave a good tip when you pay. The steak here is my favorite.”
Troy walked out of the private area, leaving me to stare at the blood-red empty booth.
I hadn’t realized my hands had started shaking until I pushed to stand and reach for my wallet. I had dealt with many assholes and alpha douchebags during my time managing Bones, but Troy Godwin was a different story, because for all his threats and complaints, he would follow through on them.
Nero knew that most of all.
Or he would, if he was still around to talk about it.
I paid way too much for the small bit of food I’d managed to eat and immediately hopped into my car, speeding the entire way home. My body was still vibrating when I arrived, and I slammed the door, calling out Bones’ name. No answer. I shot him a text which he answered quickly, saying he was out for now but would be home soon.
Not soon enough. Fuck, I could feel myself losing control. There was a reason I had taken up the management part of Bones’ career. I took way more pride in sitting back and making other people dance than dancing in the ring myself. But this whole situation was slipping from my grasp and had me on edge. I needed a release now. I couldn’t wait for Bones to get home.
I threw myself onto the couch and texted Ari to see where she was. With Frankie at home. Wanna come over? I didn’t think I could make it that long. Instead, I video called her and set the phone on the coffee table, angling it so my entire body showed.
Ari answered on the second ring. She was cuddled up on her bed, sitting in Frankie’s lap. She set the phone in front of her so I could clearly see both of them.
“Everything okay?” Ari asked immediately.
I ran a hand over my face. Was my fatigue that obvious? “I met with Troy.”
The line went quiet. Ari and Frankie stared into the camera with the same pinched and worried look on their faces.
“And?” Frankie asked when I didn’t continue.
“What the hell did you do, Frankie?” I sighed and began unbuttoning my stuffy dress shirt. “Threaten Troy?”
At least Frankie had the foresight to wince. “Should have warned you,” he muttered into Ari’s neck.
“Would have been nice before he threatened me, too.” I sighed and shrugged out of my shirt, throwing it elsewhere. My undershirt joined it a second later, leaving me bare chested. Ari was clearly looking at my chiseled chest. I smirked. She looked great herself in her skimpy pajamas, her shorts riding up a little high and giving me the perfect view of her ass. “I had to talk him out of putting you back in the ring.”
“Thank you, Lotto,” Ari gushed. She shifted in Frankie’s lap so she was sitting on her knees between his thighs. Her hair fell over her shoulder in a waterfall of bright white. “What can we do to make it up to you?”
“I think you know, angel,” I growled, running a hand down my chest. I loved how eager she always was to follow my lead when it came down to it. “Show me how good you look bouncing on Frankie’s cock.”
“That’s not a punishment for me.” Frankie chuckled as he grabbed Ari’s hips and helped her settle over his sweatpants. She moaned when Frankie began grinding her hips over his covered cock. My dick twitched at the breathy sound. “Might be a punishment for you.”