“I’m doing this for his sister.” Trey’s brows rise at the declaration. “When your goonies showed up, she was the only one there.”
He says nothing at that because he already knew. His guys would have reported that detail back to him. So he is also aware they put their hands on her.
“So, you’re paying the kid’s debt,” Tanner says. “How generous of you.”
My teeth grind. Showing concern for a woman shows weakness. And I’ve been fucking his little sister for years with no care in the world. “I told him he will be paying me back.”
Tanner leans forward. “I’m listening.”
“His ass will be in your ring. Fighting. Until I’m paid in full, with interest.”
He nods. “I’ll put him on the roster.”
Knew he wouldn’t mind.“One more thing.”
“What is it?” He sighs, glancing at his watch as though I’m keeping him from something important.
“Promise me you won’t return to Roses.”
“Grave…”
I wasn’t done.“And you won’t touch April.”
He stands, his shoulders squaring. The Mason brothers despise being told what to do. The Kings don’t necessarily work with them—we each stay in our own corners, so to speak—but I need his word because I’ll hold him to it.
He walks around the desk, leans up against it, and places his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans. “And you?”
“What about me?” I ask, already knowing where this is headed. I expected it.
“I want you on that roster. You fight. Here.”
I haven’t fought here in years. Growing up, this is where I came to use my fists. Back then, you were limited on where you could beat the shit out of someone. Now that I own Kingdom, I can walk into that ring whenever the fuck I want.
I’m not an MMA fighter or a boxer. I don’t do it for the money. I do it because I literally want to beat the shit out of someone. But I knew coming in here that the money would not be enough. Not when they’re presented with an opportunity to make more. I’d do the same thing.
“I’ll fight.”
Finally, he nods. “Then you have my word. We won’t touch Roses or April. But I can’t make any promises about the kid. He’s here a lot. This isn’t the first time he’s owed us money.”
“I’ll handle him,” I state. I’ll wrap a fucking shock collar around his neck if need be.
“Then it’s settled.” He picks up the bag and walks out. Probably taking it to the safe room.
Trey moves closer and slaps me on the shoulder. “Let’s have some fun.”
I want to say no, but I find him leading me out of the office to the table in the center of the room. I plop down in a seat just as the door opens. Lucy walks in, and I inwardly sigh because I’ve been ignoring her. Her blonde hair is up in a high ponytail and her makeup looks like it’s left over from yesterday.
She prances over to me in a black leather miniskirt and a sheer white shirt that shows her black bra. “Hey, babe. I didn’t know you were going to be here.” She plants her heels, laced up her calves, in front of me and pushes my chair back. Before I have a chance to avoid the situation, she straddles my legs, her skirt riding up in the process.
My eyes drop to her black lace-covered pussy and then back up to hers. I instantly think of April and my lips on hers an hour ago. She wanted me. I wanted her too—fuck, how I wanted her—but she was drunk and had been attacked. She needed to rest and heal.
And I needed to get the fuck out of there and take care of business before the Masons sent their bitches back to do more damage. I’m just thankful that Jasmine called her. Ethan wasn’t at the house, so there’s no telling where that punk-ass kid is. I needed someone there watching her. For her safety and my sanity.
“Hey.” Lucy wraps her arms around my neck and whispers in my ear, “I’ve missed you.” She rubs her hips into mine.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Trey watching me. He’s taking it in, seeing how I react to her. I just paid fifty grand and made them swear not to touch April. They know something is going on there. Which means I need to play up my role with Lucyfor now since she is the one half-naked on my lap, and I’ve never turned her down before.
My hands grip her thighs and I lick my lips. “I tried calling you earlier.” Lie. “It went straight to voicemail.”
