Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57707 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57707 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“No, but can I get it weekly? That’s all.”
“Of course.”
“I’ll get up to speed right away.”
She leaves the room with that. I walk to the door, meaning to close it, but it gives me the best view to watch her go. She walks down the stairs, her pants clinging tightly to her backside, purpose in her stride.
Going to the window, I look down onto the open-air section, watching as Loki goes into hyper mode. He turns and runs right at Maya. Seven miles, he ran. Seven miles to find her, and he kept going back. Now, he won’t leave her side, sniffing and wagging.
When she approaches Miles, he looks up at me as if he thinks she might have wandered off the street and made the whole job thing up. I give Miles a thumbs-up, and he turns back to Maya. Everybody knows we’re strapped for cash. Everybody knows taking on another employee is the last thing I should be doing.
What was I supposed to do? Turn her away? Let her and her sick relative suffer?
Returning to my desk, I delve into my big pile of paperwork, determined to find the most tedious task possible. I want to numb my mind and stop my thoughts from drifting down to Maya. If she’s going to work here, I can’t spend the entire time obsessing.
Before I can get into the flow, my phone buzzes. It’s Raffie. A text. Can you talk?
I should tell him no. I wish I had the luxury. I’m getting too involved with these Mob guys, but I need the cash. I’ve put everything into this place.
Sure, I reply.
A moment later, my phone rings. I pick it up. “Yeah?”
“Got something different,” Raffie says. “A buddy of mine is flying in from Vegas. They run a bare-knuckle shindig: blood and teeth and pure violence. Night after tomorrow. I told them I had the baddest motherfucker in the city. You in?”
I want to tell him to go to hell. It makes me feel weak, too damn human in a way I don’t like, not being able to stick my middle finger in his face. Yet, I’ve got to think of the dogs. With this new employee I’ve just taken on, I’ll be lucky to make next month’s mortgage payment and the month after.
People said I should’ve rented. It would’ve been safer, but I wanted to build something here. Something better than the crap I left behind.
“Tristan?”
“How much?” I grunt.
“Fifty Gs for the winner, another twenty on top if you do it in style. There’s also a Mystery Box event. If you enter that, you get ten thousand up front, but they don’t reveal who you’ll be fighting until that night.”
I do the math in my head. As grimy as it all is, the pay is decent, even better than a lot of pro fighters. It’ll tide us over. Keep people paid.
“Enter me in both divisions,” I tell Raffie.
“You’re going to bring the demon, right, T?”
For some reason, I hate when Raffie calls me T, even if he’s the person I know who’s been calling me it for the longest. He’s my oldest friend, technically, though I’m not sure if there’s anything left there except Mob crap.
“I’ll do what I need to do. When is the event?”
“The night after tomorrow.”
I hang up the phone, massaging my forehead, trying not to let the tension stack up too damn high. I’ve been in more stressful situations than this, dammit.
Going to the window, I look down at Maya as she sweeps around the edge of the pit. She leans over her work stubbornly. I can tell she feels bitter about taking what she thinks of as charity, and as a result, she’ll put everything into each task she does.
Suddenly, she pauses, looks up, and sees me staring. My body stiffens. There’s something in that half-shy, half-angry glint in her eyes that has me thinking about how she’d look as I stripped off her clothes, kissed up and down her perfect neck, lower to those big juicy tits of hers, then lower, under her pants, fuck, her sweet slit.
She tilts her head. It’s like she knows where my thoughts have gone. I turn away before I do something I regret.
My dick is rock-hard just from looking down there at her. My mind won’t stop howling with thoughts of her body. Imagine going down there one evening; she’s the last one left, and we lock eyes again. Only this time, she knows what I want. She knows I’m thinking of tearing down her pants and revealing the perfect thickness of hers.
Turning away slightly, she’ll raise her eyebrows at me, then bend over more and more until she’s showing me her plump rump. “Please,” she’ll start moaning. “Please put your dick in me. Please, Tristan. Fuck my tight pussy. It’s only for you. Oh, baby. All this wetness. My hot, wet, needy hole, all for you, baby.”