Page 6 of Black Sheep
I don’t need to be great at math to realize that would be four guys in one day if she nails the other three, after recounting what happened on break with her manager. But I’m not a judgmental prude, and what Randi does is Randi’s business. She’s exactly what she says—a woman who thinks like a dude and likes to hook up. To each their own.
When she leaves me alone at the table, the events of today and my encounters with Cannon Freeman and Dominic Casso rush back into my brain.
I want to say that meeting the elder Casso on the sidewalk had to be dumb luck ... or divine intervention, but I’m not sure. Is anything that happens with the mob ever truly random?Could they know I’m investigating them?
I don’t know how they would. I’ve kept my searching completely anonymous. One thing I know is how to cover my tracks, especially digitally, thanks to Ariel, my hacker friend. The pictures I’ve been staring at of both men for months came from my father’s hidden files, and I haven’t take them out of my apartment since the day I moved in.
I’ve devoted hundreds of hours to researching and building the case I plan to hand over to the district attorney, and after today, I’ve come to one very solid conclusion—those surveillance photos did neither of them justice. Dominic Casso might be turning seventy in less than a month, but physically, you would never be able to tell.
I wonder if his illegitimate son will age as well?
The silent question takes me by surprise, and I automatically shut it down. I don’t care how well he’ll age, because he’ll be in prison. Where he belongs.
My pledge not to think about my new boss and how I could bounce a quarter off his ass lasts about thirty more seconds. Randi sets a bottle of Veuve Clicquot on the table with two glasses.
“Whoa. Where did this come from?” I jerk my gaze from the classic yellow label to her in confusion, because there’s no way Lambo’s Sports Bar stocks the pricey champagne.
“Bought it special for you because I knew you’d nail that interview. Now tell me, are you going to fuck him?” She slides onto the tall stool across from me with a grin stretching her magenta-slicked lips.
“Are you serious?” I’m overwhelmed with the gesture of generosity from a woman I’ve known for only a few months. My last living family member, my stepmother, wouldn’t even text me congratulations if she knew I’d gotten a new job. She can’t be bothered. Something pangs in my chest, and I’m self-aware enough to recognize it as my need for belonging rising to the surface.
My therapist has gotten rich off ferreting out my issues, not the least of which is being the human equivalent of a chameleon for a living without any solid support system now that my dad is gone.
“Of course. You deserve it. The champagne and the fucking,” Randi says as she pours the bubbling liquid into both flutes. When she replaces the bottle on the table, she picks up a flute and waits for me to do the same.
My stepmother would turn her nose up at drinking champagne from anything but the finest crystal, but I couldn’t care less.No more shrink issues tonight, I vow as I lift the glass by the stem. We clink the rims together.
“Congrats, doll.”
“Thank you. Seriously, Randi, this is above and beyond.”
Randi tips hers back and chugs it while I sip. “Psh, no such thing. That’s what friends do. Besides, this shit ain’t free, and the price you’re paying isdirt. Spill. I want to hear all about him. Did he hit on you during the interview? Try to grab your ass? I heard Cannon Freeman is a totaldog.”
I open my mouth to reply, but Randi isn’t really ready for an answer yet. Based on my past experience, it’s more beneficial to let her have her say without trying to interject. You never know what golden nuggets you’ll pick up.
“My friend Tricia said that he barely let her get in the cab before he had his hand up her skirt and finger-fucked her to orgasm within three blocks. Obviously, it was rush hour, and she’s an easy come, but still. That’s impressive shit.” Randi taps her long, dagger-shaped fingernails against the Formica tabletop. Not surprisingly, they match her magenta lips and are tipped with silver glitter.
A silent protest ripples through my brain, like part of me doesn’t want to believe that beautiful man is a complete whore.What the hell?I couldn’t care less if he’s a manwhore. It doesn’t matter one single bit to me.
I sip my champagne and tell myself more information is better than less, and this will be one more nail in the coffin when I bury him.
I sit back and readjust my position on the hard wooden stool as I prepare to learn more. “Really? Do tell. If my new boss has wandering hands, I need to know.”
Randi throws her head back and laughs with enough gusto that I’m worried her tits are going to spill out of her tiny jersey.
“Why is that funny?” I ask, replaying what I just said in my head.
She shoots me a wink. “The laugh isn’t for you. That’s for the three dicks I’ve got on the line for tonight. Men love to see a woman laugh. It’s like crack for their cocks.”
Immediately, I remember what Dominic Casso said to me on the sidewalk, and I shut that line of thought down as fast as humanly possible.Please, God, tell me that he wasn’t looking at me as a potential bed partner. That is just ... Nope. Nope. Nope. Hell to the nope.
Randi lifts the champagne bottle to top off both our glasses. “And besides,” she says, expertly pouring without a drop hitting the table as she shifts between the two glasses. “It’s not his wandering hands you’ll have to worry about. He’s a dog with a big, wandering dick. He’ll never fuck the same pussy twice. I’ve heard that the last couple years he’s had a new bitch almost every night, and they’re all begging for more, but he doesn’t want anything to do with his own sloppy seconds.”
I can’t help but wonder if her bending forward until her nipples are practically showing is for the benefit of the eggplants or because she’s really planning to tell me a secret. She lowers her voice to a whisper, and I have my answer.
“They line up for him now that they think he could possibly be the next head of the family. Power is the ultimate pussy magnet.”
The next head of the family.I don’t know where Randi got this much information, but I assume it’s from one of those women who didn’t get a second shot at the man in question.
