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“We should discuss what’s going to happen,” she said softly. “If I agree to this.”
If?Fuck, no.
Ineededher to agree to this.
Ineededthat two weeks.
If she needed more convincing, then I would persuade her tonight because there was no way I was leaving without getting something for my good deed.
I could press her for that later.
For now…
“Yes.” I always wanted to know what the terms were. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I was getting and what I had to give. “The original offer of Hawk’s debt being wiped still stands.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, her fingers stilling. “And the deal with the bookie?”
I was a bastard for twisting this. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her, to slide my tongue into her mouth and make her grind on my lap. “I’ll get rid of the bookie, but I need something from you in return.”
“What?”
“Tonight. You give me all of you tonight in whatever way I want, and I’ll take that additional debt on.”
She mulled that over for a beat. “I need to hear the conversation between you two for myself. I need to know.”
Smart woman. I stood up quickly, taking her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging to me. My dick jerked against her core, and her eyes slid shut. I felt around for my phone in my jacket pocket, then returned to the couch, settling us back down again. Wren’s breathing had grown erratic in that short trip, the sound of her sharp panting making me fantasize about what she would sound like while I was pounding into her.
“What’s his name?”
“Do you have everyone on speed dial?” she asked.
“His name.”
“Frank White. Do you know him?”
I didn’t bother to answer her question. I knew everyone, and everyone knew me. I pulled up Frank’s number, hit dial, then put it on speaker so Wren could hear.
“Rivera, how’s the pussy business,” the guy answered after a couple of rings.
“Good. How’s the bookie business?”
“Fucking fantastic. I had some asshole bet twenty thou on a race I’d fixed,” he told me, laughing. I ground my teeth, working my jaw to stop myself from tearing the guy a new asshole.
“Yeah, about that guy… Hawk Montana is his name, right?”
There was the sound of fingers flying across a keyboard before he said, “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“I need you to wipe that debt.”
“What the fuck, Rivera. I don’t come into your business and tell you—”
I cut off his fucking tirade. “Frank, you’ll get paid, but you won’t be chasing Montana for it. I’ll transfer the cash to you after I get off the phone.”
“I don’t know, Rivera…”
The fucker was fishing for more. With gritted teeth, I added, “I’ll give you a one-month pass to The Dollhouse… unlimited access.”
“Now, that’s more like it,” Frank replied. “Deal. Send me the money in the next ten. Otherwise, I’m sending my guy after Montana in the morning like I was planning to.”
