“Dudes, we’re old. Get the fuck over yourself,” Joe barked because he was the only one who didn’t have his head up his own ass most of the time.
“One last order of business.” Mike cleared his throat, flexing his muscles a few times, but it didn’t work on Kat. “We’re having our annual celebration on Saturday evening. Max will be stopping in this week to go over the details, but she’s planning the entire thing. Just make sure to tell everyone who comes in this week about it and post that shit on your social media.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, being a smartass because, duh, we knew what to do.
“Now, let’s get to work.” He stalked off toward the front counter.
“That was intense,” Kat said with a big smile.
“He’s just getting started, kid,” Joe told her. “Just wait.”
“Do you listen to everything he says? Like do you follow it to a T?”
“Fuck no. The man was hit one too many times. He babbles sometimes and thinks he’s the boss. Just follow our lead,” I told her and she nodded.
This was going to work out just perfectly. Not only was Kat a kick-ass tattoo artist, she was dating one of the sexiest rockers on the planet, and she was going to be my new work bestie. Girls had to stick together, especially when we were outnumbered.
Saturday, when the girls found out Kat was dating Cypress, they were going to shit a brick and hopefully feel like a giant bag of dicks for all their bullshit. I knew they thought their husbands were the sexiest man ever to roam the earth, but Kat had snagged a real prize, and there was no way any of the Gallos were going to make her toss it all aside for a little cock.
“Hey,” Kat said as she started prepping her station for her first client. “Can I bring a guest Saturday?”
“Sure,” Anthony told her as he finally pulled out his phone, going back into isolation mode. “Who?”
“My boyfriend.”
“Cool,” Joe said, but none of them had any idea who that boyfriend was except me.
Max, Suzy, and Mia were going to pass out when Kat showed up with Cypress on her arm. I couldn’t wait to see the looks on their faces.
Sometimes those cunty bitches needed a reality check. I couldn’t wait for the cold, hard truth—or the sexy hot body of Cypress—to slap them back into reality.
Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
James
“Ican’t believeyou talked me into this dumb shit.” I pulled my fishing pole out of the water and tossed it behind me.
“You gotta learn to relax,” Mike said before taking a sip of his lukewarm beer.
We’d been ten miles off the coast of Florida, sitting in the middle of goddamn nowhere, bouncing on the waves of the Gulf of Mexico for three hours and hadn’t caught one fish. Not one. Not even a minnow nipped at our lines. All we’d accomplished was blowing through a shit-ton of beer and almost getting sunburned.
“This is better than working,” Thomas said, pulling on his line as if there might be something on the other end.
Joe kicked his feet up on the edge, leaning back in one of the captain’s chairs that lined the side of the boat. “I needed a day away from the women. They’re acting weird this week.”
“Just this week?” I laughed. Izzy wasn’t acting weird, not after finding out her mother was cancer-free.
But I knew exactly what Joe was referencing. Izzy had told me about the shitstorm hiring Kat had created with the other women in the family.
“Anyone know what’s going on?” Anthony asked. “I can’t figure it out.”
The man, God I loved him, but sometimes he was clueless. Usually because he was too busy or self-absorbed to realize what was happening in plain sight, but it still boggled my mind.
“Who knows. I don’t even let it bother me. All I know is that Mia dropped to her knees and sucked me off the other day as soon as I walked in the door from work.” Mike grunted and thrust his hips. “Shit was hot too.”
“I wish Max would do that. All I get is the damn stink-eye.”
“Angel isn’t acting weird at all. Is Izzy?”
