Page 16 of Down & Dirty: Rage

For fuck’s sake.Having him hover wouldn’t help rush this along.

“Shimmer, hurry the fuck up and get the job done. Got business to talk about.” Apparently.

Zeke grinned. “Since it should only take you about ten fuckin’ seconds, brother, I can wait.”

Rage closed his eyes to block him out and focused really hard on Shimmer.

Until Zeke began to count. “One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi…”

Rage cracked open one eyelid. “You ain’t helpin’.”

“Really don’t wanna watch you getting your dick sucked.”

“Seen it before.”

“Not this close.”

“Then go the fuck somewhere else ’til she’s done.”

With a chuckle, Zeke headed over to the bar and grabbed a mug of coffee. He leaned back and sipped at his coffee as he talked to Pugsy.

For fuck’s sake.Talk about pressure.

He blocked out everything else around him and let Shimmer work her magic. And she was a hell of a magician, taking his load down her throat not a minute later.

Now, he just needed to roll a joint or pack a bowl and he’d be on his way to a complete recovery.

With a smile, Shimmer tucked him away, got to her feet, and squeezed his cheeks. “Are you good now?”

“It’s a start. You still got it, woman.” Rage slapped Shimmer’s ass before she headed toward the back of the building to finish getting ready.

He turned his gaze from watching her round hips rock and roll as she disappeared off the floor to see Zeke once again hovering.

“Didn’t think I’d find you out here. Thought you’d be in your office or still upstairs.”

“Had a few things to take care of first.”

“Apparently.” Zeke frowned as Rage got to his feet, then secured his jeans and belt. “What the fuck happened to you, dickhead?”

Damn.He needed to come up with a story. A story Pugsy wouldn’t hear and contradict. “Pugsy, go check the private rooms to make sure they’re all set up for tonight.”

“They’re—”

“Just fuckin’ do it! Check the restrooms, too. Make sure the cleanin’ crew’s doin’ a good job.”

With a nod and a sigh, Pugsy followed the same path Shimmer had and disappeared into the back.

Rage turned his attention back to the DAMC president. “Had an asshole get drunk and unruly last night. Hopped on stage. Began to fuck with one of the girls. Told him to leave. Got belligerent. Taught him a lesson.”

Zeke snorted. “Sure he didn’t teach you one?”

“Got nothin’ broken, so gonna say I won that.”

“Don’t fuckin’ remember?”

“Remember somethin’ ‘bout an ambulance. And since I woke up in my own fuckin’ bed, know it wasn’t for me.”

Zeke considered him for a minute, then announced, “Had a sightin’.”