“Evening, ladies,” Rugger called out.
“Evening,” Rather breathed out, stepping closer to Daniels.
She placed a hand on his cheek, sliding it down to his chin.
“Who the fuck are you?” He grunted, eyes masked with a black strip of fabric.
“Your wettest dream… prettiest nightmare,” Rather confessed.
Her presence was a gift. I hadn’t expected her to appear in front of Mercer’s door alongside Rugger, but every part of me rejoiced at the sight of her.
“I’m the Mayor of this city. Do you know who you’re fucking with?”
“The issue is, I’m not sure you know who you’re fucking with,” I explained, pulling the black fabric over his head.
“Oooooh… You bitc–”
The butt of Rugger’s gun was inches away from his skull.
“Aht. Aht. We need him pretty when he addresses the world after his defeat.”
Rugger didn’t lower her weapon. She redirected it, landing a blow to the back of Daniels’ head. I sighed, understanding it was too much to ask Rugger to keep a level head. Her head was never leveled. Her trigger finger was always itching. Her readiness level should’ve been studied by people around the world.
“URG.”
His face pinched together. The restraints on his arms and hands restricted his movements. He couldn’t stop the blood running down the back of his neck. His shirt did as best it could.
“Goddamnit. Grayson won’t see another podium in his life as long as I’m living.”
“Your death can be arranged,” Rugger promised, stepping around to face Daniels. “She wants you alive. I don’t.”
The barrel of Rugger’s Beretta slid Daniels’ tongue to the back of his mouth.
“Now that we have the introductions out of the way… Let’s get down to business so we can all go on about our day.”
I placed a hand on Rugger’s arm. She lowered the gun from his mouth, placing it by her side.
“Grayson–”
“Just a thug from the projects thinking he deserves something that doesn’t belong to him.”
Though mouthy, Daniels’ knees were colliding at a rapid rate. His voice was shaky and his breathing was erratic.
“Has done well making this a clean fight, seeing as though he can get his hands dirty. He is above the games you politicians like to play, but I’m not. When you motherfuckers go low, I go to hell.”
I opened the folder and removed the first image from the stack. Daniels’ eyes blossomed with fear. His mouth widened and his yellow skin turned pale.
“I would hate to bring Kait into all of this, seeing as though she has a bad heart, but you didn’t give a damn about my heart when you broadcasted my pictures all over the news for all of Berkeley to see.”
“My wife has not– nothing to do– Where’d you get those?”
“From the escort you hired to fuck your wife while you watched. I don’t blame you. He has a gorgeous dick.”
I lifted the second photo.
“That Kait loves to suck.”
The third image was of Kait on her knees, sucking Lamar’s dick with Daniels just feet away with his mini sausage in his hand.
