“Anything,” Vivian replies instantly. “You know how much I love you.”
I could choke.
I know what my ex loves, and it’s a strength I haven’t even begun to use fully to my advantage yet. A position that would make her unstoppable. A fantasy she can live off of for the rest of her life.
“Then why aren’t you on your knees yet?” I pose, earning that allegiance of position she so desperately wants.
Vivian lowers herself to her haunches and begins straightaway for the button of my jeans.
My skin crawls because, again, all I can think of is Bay doing the same exact thing to me. Her blue eyes played up and looking at me like she was about to suck my whole soul out of my chest cavity.
All because she wanted to.
All because she didn’t want me with the woman in front of me.
Jealousy was what it was, but I’m not in equal parts denial like Vivian here to know Bay was making sure she could trust me. I’ve only been trying to pull South Shore and Wharf Bay together, despite my alliance with The Landings. It was always a long shot, I know Levi Wallace was a fucking asshole, but he knew how differently we could reshape the future together.
But now that big dickhead is gone, and it’s only a matter of time before I either need to become besties with that muscled gearhead, Hot Rod, or if they’re going to pass the buck to Bay. A queen would shift the reality. I’m all for working with a woman, but I’m not entirely sure how muchworkI’ll get in when all I want to do is choke her out while I’m fucking her.
“I love when you give orders,” Vivian mutters, just when her palm glides along the material of my boxers and brushes my cock.
“Oh really? You’re giving out orders now?”
“I am.” Bay’s tongue darts across her lower lip to pick up the excess whiskey she just drank. “Especially if I’m going to be putting some time in you, Sinatra.”
“Time,” I repeat softly. “You think you need to watch your investment.”
“I need to watch my so-called ally. And he’s sleeping with my enemy.”
“I’m not sleeping with Vivian.”
“And when’s the last time you’ve done that?”
I remain rooted to my spot, ping-ponging how the fuck I’m going to get out of this, but I knew damn well when I breached Vivian’s bedroom I would need to take one for the team, no matter the cost.
I can’t get close to Muncy any other way than by his stupid daughter.
My cell phone pings once, then twice in almost equal succession, and I fish it out of my jeans while Vivian is still trying to figure out how to get my limp cock out.
LITTLE T: Torin is going to kill Emilio.
LITTLE T: You’re stupid as fuck.
Noted, and that’s fair.
You’d think I’d be running out of this room right now to stop Torin, but I’m not. It’s been boiling down to this. I knew Torin would get Emilio one day or another. It’ll open up a fuckload more problems, but it would take a big player out of the game.
The biggest one.
The most hated one.
Sure, Ramsey will step up on the Landing’s seat. His keeper will be dead and gone which will only ensure his psycho to come out and play, but he’s the underdog.
I’m the leader of the Forsaken Crew.
He’s the head of a bunch of wannabe thugs who can’t do shit but smoke themselves into an alternate reality. They’re untrained, undisciplined, and really…embarrassing.
CAIRO: For which part?
