Was his man out of his damn mind?
Sleeping with whores?
On top of that, he knew there was a guy from Michael’s past by that name.
He had a‘G’tattoo on his thigh.
This had better not be the same Graham.
Oh, shit.
“Do you know how I can reach him?” he asked. “Not the man who threatened you, but the whore?”
He laughed.
“If you do, the big man will likely beat your face in,” the second guy admitted. “He wasn’t playing.”
Riley was getting pissed.
“Do you have his number? Or can I just go up to the castle?”
They both laughed.
“Oh, you can go up, but it’s surrounded by a gate, and you’ll never get in.”
Riley strummed his fingers on the bar top. Had his fiancé come back here to rekindle his relationship with the man he’d broken up with years ago?
Did he have someone on the side?
He did travel a lot with the Blackhawks.
When his fish was put down, he began eating, thinking about how he could get the other man alone.
Just to talk.
Well, that was a lie. He wanted to give him a warning, and keep him away from his man.
Michael belonged to him.
They would be getting married.
SOON.
All he had to do was make him see that this was ridiculous.
Glancing over, he saw the two men.
“How about this?” he said, sweetening the pot as he came up with a plan. “I need to confront the whore because the other man is my fiancé.”
They both laughed.
“Oh, your boy is playing with some cum dumpster. You might want to call that wedding off. I will say though, he’s a good fuck. He lets you do whatever to him.”
Honestly, Riley didn’t care.
“I’ll pay you each one hundred dollars to help me get him into town later tonight, so we can talk. After, you can have him.”
Both men lifted their brows.
