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“Unfortunately for you, I could care less about your empty threats. You have nothing on me and won’t ever have anything on me. I run an honest business in many ways, something you will never be able to do, so if I were you, I would start looking for a new property.”
“You will regret those words one day . . . son.” The way he said the word son, with such malice in his voice, almost made me step back, but I stood my ground.
As both men walked away, I replayed the conversation in my head and tried to figure out what Rex meant by claiming what was his.
“Why do you think Rex was here?” I asked, as both Kace and I circled the room one last time.
“Are you that dense, man?”
“What?” I asked not connecting the dots.
“Who used to pay Lo for sex before she came here?”
As realization hit me like a cold slap to the face, I felt my stomach tighten at the thought of Goldie running off with Rex, just like my Natasha had run off with him. A cold sweat took over my entire body and I told myself it wasn’t because I had feelings for her; it was from the pain of rejection that I once experienced, and not wanting to relive the same kind of rejection all over again, not because I had feelings for Goldie.
“Motherfucker,” I whispered, as I looked about the room.
“You got that right,” Kace said, as he grabbed a drink off of a tray and downed it completely. I wasn’t even sure if he knew what it was.
I turned to Kace and stopped him in his tracks. “If Rex decides to become a member, allow it. I want to see what he is up to, who he is doing business with, and what his intentions are for being a member of the club. I want to keep my eye on him. Got it?”
Kace nodded his head as he looked around at the party, as if he was trying to spot someone. “Well, time for me to head,” he said, while looking down at his watch. “Do you mind if I take off? I have a brunette with fake titties waiting for me in my room.”
“Fake?” I asked, trying not to show my distaste.
He shrugged his shoulders. “They’re alright; they’re more for show when she’s riding my big old donkey dick. You should see them bounce man, that shit’s hot.”
I laughed and nodded. “Still think you got the biggest torpedo this side of the Mississippi, eh?” I asked about our running joke from when we were young.
“Hell yeah. I told you, anytime you want to invite me up to the Bourbon Room, I’m more than happy to oblige and submit. I just ask that you’re gentle.”
This was the Kace that I missed, the Kace I grew up with. He was fun and exciting to be around, not always dark and brooding and ready to snap at the first thing that went wrong. After the incident in the bar, he became dark and sinister, it was hard to even talk to him. So, most of the time, I found myself threatening him to even get a word out of his stubborn mouth. I knew it wasn’t the proper way of functioning, since it probably only brought up bad memories, but I couldn’t help it. There was no other way of breaking the monotonous trance he spent most of his days in.
“I’ll take your offer into consideration. You never know, you might just be the man that pushes me over into being capable of making a commitment.”
Kace laughed as he cupped my chin, “You should only be so lucky.”
I pushed his hand aside. “Get the fuck out of here, you fucking vagina.”
Kace feigned shock at my words and said, “Why Jett Colby, you sound like you’ve been hanging with the commoners. Where are your standards?”
“Fuck off and go squeeze some saline sacs.”
Chapter Thirty
“Maneater”
JETT
Taking a deep breath and bracing myself for what I could only imagine would be an enthralling night of insolence and challenges, I walked into the Bourbon Room.
Purple lights lined the walls, giving off cool night lighting that I’d become very fond of. I looked around the room and spotted Goldie on the bed, looking like a dark angel with the purple lighting reflecting off of her beautiful skin. She was on the bed like I asked, but instead of her waiting patiently for my entrance, her body lay still on the bed, hair fanned out on the comforter and the cutest little snore came from her partially open mouth.
Ah hell.
I shook my head and laughed silently as I took in the scene in front of me. Would I ever be able to train her?
The slit on her dress rode high, as her dress was jacked up around her waist and the fragments of fabric that were supposed to be covering her rode closely to exposing her most glorious tits. Not being able to hold back, I ran my hands up her thighs and watched as her beautiful blues eyes slowly opened at my touch. The minute she saw me, her body jack knifed up as her arms flailed about, trying to get into position.
