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“How much you want?”
“Five grand,” he replied without missing a beat.
I cocked a brow. “You don’t even know what I’m asking you to do yet.”
“Does it matter?”
“Three grand,” I countered.
“Four.”
“Deal,” I grumbled reluctantly, when the truth was the dumb fuck was giving me the friends-and-family discount. He could have asked for twenty, and I wouldn’t have had any choice but to pay it… or find something he wanted more than free head. “But you better make it quick, before I change my mind.”
“If it’s worth four grand to you, you ain’t changing your mind.” He smirked, and I tried to keep from reacting. Because he was right. I wasn’t going to anyone else, and the brainy fucker knew it.
“Just get it done, asshole.”
“Love too.” His smirk got bigger until it was a full-on cock-guzzling grin. “As soon as you tell me what it is.”
I snatched a pen from the holder on his desk, grabbed a notepad he had set out next to it, and jotted down the numbers I knew from memory by now. Then I pushed the notepad inBugs’s direction. He glanced over at it before peering back up at me.
“Bank account numbers?” he asked.
“I wanna know who they belong to and where the money’s coming from.”
“Planning on robbing a bank?” he pressed.
“Nope.” I shook my head, tucking my hands into my pockets and rolling back on my heels. “I don’t give a shit about the money. Just who’s sending it.”
“And who’s receiving it?” he clarified.
I drew my right hand out of my pocket and made a shooting gesture with my fingers. “Bingo.”
“Does Adrian know about this?”
“Does Adrian know about every little thing you do on the interweb?” I tossed back.
Bugs didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. We both knew Big Daddy couldn’t keep up with all three of his prodigal sons now that he had a wifey and a kid of his own. Truth was, I didn’t think he wanted to keep up anymore. He just couldn’t let go of the reins either—the control freak that he was.
“Give me a few days.” Bugs sighed, running a hand through his thick, black hair. He was nervous. He didn’t like getting on Daddy’s bad side. It was hard for someone who had their nose constantly up the teacher’s asshole.
“You got it, champ!” I called out over a shoulder. I was already turning and walking back down the hallway. I had a job to do—instead of the side quest I was currently on—and a woman to fuck when I was done with both.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
BELLATRIX
The door burst open.Because of course it did. The only one who liked to make a bigger entrance than yours truly was the man currently stomping towards me. Sweat drenching his hair and forehead and blood splattered across his upper body.
Dumbass was a walking murder charge waiting to happen, and all his attention was focused on me and where I was sprawled out on his bed. A Diet Coke in one hand and the remote in the other. I hated to admit it but it was nice not having to fight Gabby on what to watch. But other than that, this little arrangement was getting boring.
I was like a street cat that enjoyed being fed and watered until its belly was full. Then it was ready to start clawing at the door again.
When he went to lean over the bed, I swatted at his arm. He didn’t move, though. He barely glanced up at me. Which was why I didn’t notice how bloodshot his eyes were at first. He was on something or a lot of somethings.
That wasn’t new. His drug cabinet was more stocked than mine was. Except he needed his as an escape and I needed mine to live.
He pawed at my shirt, and I hissed, “What are you doing?”
