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“Yes.”
“I don’t like what’s in his eyes. They were all over you when Vivian and I entered the lounge.”
Ignoring Troy, I sipped the wine. The bitter liquid glided across my tongue with a smooth subtly.
Good stuff.
Amber light flashed across Troy’s face as a new song played. This time the electronic bass thumped at a steadier pace. A woman sung in a reggae tone about love and heartbreak. I drank some more of my wine.
Troy shook his head. “He’s watching you now.”
I choked and coughed a little.
“His eyes are shifty,” Troy said.
“What are you trying to imply?”
“There are old guys who sit in jail for years knowing they won’t ever get released. When new men come in the old guys watch them just like your boss is staring at you.”
“You’re insane.” I swallowed a gulp of wine.
“As soon as the new men are alone the old guys hold them down and rape them.”
Vivian returned. “What have I missed?”
I pointed to my brother. “According to Troy, my boss is going to attack and sodomize me.”
“Interesting.” She glanced Chase’s way. “He’s pretty hot.”
“He’s engaged and my boss,” I countered.
“Well,” she grinned. “He’s staring at you like a guy does right before he walks over to a lady and asks her to dance.”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. “You both are over-exaggerating.”
“I’m serious.” Troy chugged his rum and Coke. “Just stay on guard with that guy and let me know if I need to take care of him.”
Hell no. I’d like you to stay out of jail this time.
“Okay.” I thought about what Chase said about my brother. “By the way, my boss offered you a guard job. He said you should go to human resources on Monday.”
“Why would he give me a job?” Troy set the glass on the bar. “Does he know I have a record?”
“Yes.”
Troy frowned. “This guy is shady.”
“Oh stop.” Vivian patted his back. “This is great news. Plus, my dad would have never recommended Jasmine if he thought Stone Industries was dangerous. Dad loves Jasmine like his own daughter.”
It was true. Benny had done more things for me than my own mom.
Things beyond the average person’s expectations.
He’d even hidden a murder for me years ago.
Troy had killed one of Mom’s boyfriends when we were twelve. While she was passed out on the couch, the guy would corner me in the hallway after I took showers, tell me to open my towel, and be quiet or he would kill my mom.
So I did it.
