time the men reached us and we climbed in with nobody saying a word. “Cole’s place,” Sonny said, his voice missing the usual light-hearted tone it usually had.
Cole and I were sitting across from Abi and her husband, and the tension on Sonny’s was plainly visible. He looked out the window, his fingers digging into the leather armrest. “Stupid, pompous sonofabitch.” His fingers dug deeper into the leather. “Who does that asshole think he is? His fat ass is parked behind the desk because we put him there.”
Abri rested her hand on Sonny’s knee. “Honey, what happened?”
Sonny continued staring out the window. “A stupid, useless prick got the idea that his opinions actually matter. That’s what happened.”
“The chief wasn’t very open to talking about strengthening our relationship,” Cole said.
Abri looked at him. “Cole, baby, I’ve been at this a lot longer than you so cut the coy crap.”
Despite his dark mood, Sonny chuckled. He looked over at his wife, taking her hand in his. “It’s nothing.” He shrugged. “One of the chief’s snitches has apparently fallen off the planet. He’s pissed.”
“Can’t he just use someone else for whatever it is?” Abri asked. “Snitches are a dime a dozen.”
“Exactly,” Sonny said, nodding. “No big deal, except the chief is whining about it taking so long to get his boy in good with these people… and how long it would take to get someone new in the same spot.” He sighed. “And the idiot is apparently the chief’s nephew.”
“I’m sorry,” Abri said. “I must have missed the part where this is your problem.”
Sonny chuckled again, looking over at us. “See why I love her? She keeps me sane.” He patted his wife’s leg. “It’s my problem because the chief’s rat relative had wormed his way into H-Town Tango at my… request.”
Abri’s lip curled in distaste. “That grungy street gang?”
“That grungy street gang has a finger on the pulse of things going on. If we get them in our corner, it goes a long way in solidifying our hold in the state.”
Abri shook her head. “I told you it was a mistake to try and work with those thugs. They’re unpredictable.”
Sonny nodded. “I know, but they’re also easy to control… and easy to blame whenever anything goes sideways.” He glanced at Cole as the limo pulled up to the house. “I want this fixed. Soon. Find that Cruddup guy.”
I gasped and Cole looked at me, concern on his face. “Hey, it’s okay.” He reached over and took my hand. “I’ll find this guy, we’ll make the chief happy, and everything will be right as rain.” He looked back at Sonny. “Right?”
Sonny nodded. “Right… and if we can’t find the loser we’ll just find some other way to make the chief happy.” He shrugged. “Or kill him.”
Chapter 13
I walked into the house with Cole, Sonny’s last statement bouncing around inside my head like a ping-pong ball. “Would Sonny really kill the chief of police?”
Cole shook his head. “No. He’d have me do it. I’m the one that’s supposed to be in charge, and having our people, even our unofficial people, get the idea they can say no is bad for business.” He pulled his shirt off and my eyes were instantly drawn to his bare chest. “I need a shower.” He glanced at me and grinned. “You can join me if you like.” I watched him as he walked down the hall and had to hold back a gasp when his slacks fell to the floor in mid-stride. He looked back towards me, lowering his boxers. “It was really hot out there.” The boxers joined the pants on the floor. “Aren’t you hot?” He grinned and walked into the bedroom.
I watched his tight, toned ass until he disappeared and then suddenly remembered to breathe. Holy hell! The man had given me the most incredible orgasm of my life but I had never actually seen him completely naked… and that ass. Damn! Maybe I did need a shower; a nice cold one to soothe my suddenly
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