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draw the rest out of him.
“Alright,” he said, smiling as he lowered his tone. “If you tell anybody I said this, I’ll have to kill you.”
“That’s pretty serious,” I said, widening my eyes dramatically. “It must be bad.”
“If you’re Bulldog’s spy, I’m probably already screwed,” he laughed.
“I assure you that I’m not his spy,” I replied.
“Yeah, spies always deny who they work for,” he countered with a grin.
I raised my skin and stretched my throat out toward him. “If I’m his spy, then I’ll freely offer this and you can take me out.”
“Well,” he said, licking his lips. “I’ve got some other ideas for that. Maybe I’ll kill you afterwards.”
“You’re horrible,” I giggled. “Get back to your story. I want to hear what dirt you have on our boss.”
“Bitchin’ about the boss,” he chuckled. “Isn’t that a truly American pastime?”
“Even more so than baseball,” I responded.
His expression changed as he tried to come up with the right words to explain whatever it was between him and Bulldog that caused that latent tension that I’d sensed. I sat quietly, enjoying fluffy-crisp waffles and bacon that was drowning in real maple syrup, and waited for him to spill the information that I wanted so badly.
“Bulldog isn’t looking out for anybody but Bulldog,” he began. “Things were supposed to be a lot different. At least, he’d promised me that things would be different. What I’ve discovered, however, is that I’m constantly being manipulated and used. I was supposed to remain on the outside, just laundering money while playing the role of the gambler. He’d roped me into a few collections calls, which I went ahead and carried out. I’ve got some pretty good perks and all, you know, so I thought I’d pitch in a little bit. I’m to the point now where I’ve become his heavy. I can do it, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t particularly like doing what I had to do to Denny, you know?”
“You don’t think Denny deserved what he got? I mean, he owed a debt and had been given plenty of opportunities to make it right.” I had to deliver that line, just to see how he responded.
“Sure, he probably deserved it, but I just don’t like that I had to do it.”
I’d gotten the information that I needed and there wasn’t any point hammering away at it, so I pushed the conversation in a different direction. One thing had led to another and we’d ended up doing things to each other that would be stuck in my memory for a very long time.
I was working on pushing those memories out of my mind when I pulled up in front of the Hot Hound, swung my leg over my hog and started toward the door. There were two really strange feelings that struck me instantly as I pushed open the front door. I was apprehensive about having to see Bulldog and I was already missing Trevor.
Chapter Fourteen: Bulldog
“It’s about time you got here,” I said when Peach came through the office door. “I was expecting you to be here an hour ago.”
“Got stuck in traffic,” she retorted. “What’s with the ‘fuck you very much’ attitude?”
“None of your damned business,” I growled.
“Fine, let’s get this shit over with, then. I need a shower,” she retorted, offering me plenty of attitude of her own.
There were a couple of things that had soured my outlook that day. For one, I was feeling guilty as hell about what Dish and I had engaged in the night before. The fact that I was feeling like that had me pissed off. I’d screwed plenty of women whenever Peach was out of town, or in town, for that matter, and never felt the slightest tickle of guilt. The second was something that Dish had told me when we were resting between going at it. Her words flashed through my mind again.
“I’ve heard some talk,” Dish said.
“Yeah. Everybody hears talk,” I’d grumbled. I’d assumed that she was going to bring up that everyone thought that Peach and
“Alright,” he said, smiling as he lowered his tone. “If you tell anybody I said this, I’ll have to kill you.”
“That’s pretty serious,” I said, widening my eyes dramatically. “It must be bad.”
“If you’re Bulldog’s spy, I’m probably already screwed,” he laughed.
“I assure you that I’m not his spy,” I replied.
“Yeah, spies always deny who they work for,” he countered with a grin.
I raised my skin and stretched my throat out toward him. “If I’m his spy, then I’ll freely offer this and you can take me out.”
“Well,” he said, licking his lips. “I’ve got some other ideas for that. Maybe I’ll kill you afterwards.”
“You’re horrible,” I giggled. “Get back to your story. I want to hear what dirt you have on our boss.”
“Bitchin’ about the boss,” he chuckled. “Isn’t that a truly American pastime?”
“Even more so than baseball,” I responded.
His expression changed as he tried to come up with the right words to explain whatever it was between him and Bulldog that caused that latent tension that I’d sensed. I sat quietly, enjoying fluffy-crisp waffles and bacon that was drowning in real maple syrup, and waited for him to spill the information that I wanted so badly.
“Bulldog isn’t looking out for anybody but Bulldog,” he began. “Things were supposed to be a lot different. At least, he’d promised me that things would be different. What I’ve discovered, however, is that I’m constantly being manipulated and used. I was supposed to remain on the outside, just laundering money while playing the role of the gambler. He’d roped me into a few collections calls, which I went ahead and carried out. I’ve got some pretty good perks and all, you know, so I thought I’d pitch in a little bit. I’m to the point now where I’ve become his heavy. I can do it, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t particularly like doing what I had to do to Denny, you know?”
“You don’t think Denny deserved what he got? I mean, he owed a debt and had been given plenty of opportunities to make it right.” I had to deliver that line, just to see how he responded.
“Sure, he probably deserved it, but I just don’t like that I had to do it.”
I’d gotten the information that I needed and there wasn’t any point hammering away at it, so I pushed the conversation in a different direction. One thing had led to another and we’d ended up doing things to each other that would be stuck in my memory for a very long time.
I was working on pushing those memories out of my mind when I pulled up in front of the Hot Hound, swung my leg over my hog and started toward the door. There were two really strange feelings that struck me instantly as I pushed open the front door. I was apprehensive about having to see Bulldog and I was already missing Trevor.
Chapter Fourteen: Bulldog
“It’s about time you got here,” I said when Peach came through the office door. “I was expecting you to be here an hour ago.”
“Got stuck in traffic,” she retorted. “What’s with the ‘fuck you very much’ attitude?”
“None of your damned business,” I growled.
“Fine, let’s get this shit over with, then. I need a shower,” she retorted, offering me plenty of attitude of her own.
There were a couple of things that had soured my outlook that day. For one, I was feeling guilty as hell about what Dish and I had engaged in the night before. The fact that I was feeling like that had me pissed off. I’d screwed plenty of women whenever Peach was out of town, or in town, for that matter, and never felt the slightest tickle of guilt. The second was something that Dish had told me when we were resting between going at it. Her words flashed through my mind again.
“I’ve heard some talk,” Dish said.
“Yeah. Everybody hears talk,” I’d grumbled. I’d assumed that she was going to bring up that everyone thought that Peach and
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