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I were serious and that we’d be settling down and having kids together before long. I really didn’t want to hear about it.
“This is some heavy shit,” she said.
I knew Dish as someone who was pretty serious. Her reputation, though I didn’t really know it firsthand, was that she didn’t gossip about bullshit. The fact that she said that it was something heavy had already piqued my interest. “What’d you hear?”
“Sort of came through the grapevine that there is a cop that’s taken an interest in you and your involvement in some killings that took place in Salt Lake.”
“What?” I’d sat up immediately and looked down at her. There was no way in hell that I was connected to anything in Salt Lake. The Hell Dogs being tied to any operations in Salt Lake, let alone the killing of Denny and his two guards, was completely impossible to trace.
“They’re saying that somebody let it slip,” she said, casually.
“The fuck they did!” I exploded.
“Hey! Take it easy. Don’t kill the messenger. It’s just what I heard,” Dish responded, sitting up.
“Who told you this shit?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “It’s just the word around.”
“Guys in the club?” I asked. I couldn’t think of anybody who was trying to cut my feet out from under me or starting rumors. Initially, it didn’t dawn on me that it she had heard it anywhere but within the ranks.
“No. I just happened to hear it at work. One of those, ‘guess what I heard about the Hell Dogs’ things.”
I was really pissed when I heard that. How was it that people outside the club knew about something like that and nobody inside did? Why hadn’t TNT passed on that little bit of information? Did he know about it? I needed to ask him at the first opportunity I got. I lay back on the bed with my mind trying to sort out the dozens of questions that had already started. There weren’t any answers, but the questions had started to become less and less important as Dish, once again, started working her magic on my cock. Damn that girl knew how to suck a dick!
“So, can I go?” Peach asked.
The question had brought me back to the present and I felt an incredible surge of guilt from thinking about Dish’s skills while I was sitting in front of Peach. Jesus, I had to get her out of there or I’d go insane.
“Yeah. Here,” I replied, pushing her cut from one of the stacks of hundreds toward her.
“Thanks,” she said, scooping up the cash and heading directly toward the door. There was no teasing as she stepped through, but she did turn back for one quick parting shot. “You might want to work on that attitude a bit.”
“What? Are you my fucking mother now?” I shouted at a closed door.
Still fuming, I pulled out my cell phone and pushed the speed dial button for TNT. I’d already done that a dozen times earlier and gotten no response. That wasn’t improving my mood either.
“Jesus,” he said, when he finally answered my call.
“What the fuck?” I said. “I’ve been trying to call you all fuckin’ morning.”
“So I noticed,” he returned in a casual, smartass tone.
“What do you know about this shit in Salt Lake?” I plunged ahead, not in the mood for any sort of greeting or small talk.
“What shit in Salt Lake?” he asked. He was a hell of an actor, because for a moment, I actually believed that he didn’t know what was going on.
“I heard it through the grapevine that I was being investigated in connection with what you did in Salt Lake,” I growled.
“That’s the first I’ve heard of any investigation,” he responded.
“Oh yeah?” I snapped. “Word is, someone in Reno tipped off the cops about my involvement. I only know a few people in Reno and only one of them has any knowledge that anything happened in Salt Lake.”
“You think I set the cops on you? Why? What reason would I have for sending the cops in your direction?”
“Probably to take the pressure off
“This is some heavy shit,” she said.
I knew Dish as someone who was pretty serious. Her reputation, though I didn’t really know it firsthand, was that she didn’t gossip about bullshit. The fact that she said that it was something heavy had already piqued my interest. “What’d you hear?”
“Sort of came through the grapevine that there is a cop that’s taken an interest in you and your involvement in some killings that took place in Salt Lake.”
“What?” I’d sat up immediately and looked down at her. There was no way in hell that I was connected to anything in Salt Lake. The Hell Dogs being tied to any operations in Salt Lake, let alone the killing of Denny and his two guards, was completely impossible to trace.
“They’re saying that somebody let it slip,” she said, casually.
“The fuck they did!” I exploded.
“Hey! Take it easy. Don’t kill the messenger. It’s just what I heard,” Dish responded, sitting up.
“Who told you this shit?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “It’s just the word around.”
“Guys in the club?” I asked. I couldn’t think of anybody who was trying to cut my feet out from under me or starting rumors. Initially, it didn’t dawn on me that it she had heard it anywhere but within the ranks.
“No. I just happened to hear it at work. One of those, ‘guess what I heard about the Hell Dogs’ things.”
I was really pissed when I heard that. How was it that people outside the club knew about something like that and nobody inside did? Why hadn’t TNT passed on that little bit of information? Did he know about it? I needed to ask him at the first opportunity I got. I lay back on the bed with my mind trying to sort out the dozens of questions that had already started. There weren’t any answers, but the questions had started to become less and less important as Dish, once again, started working her magic on my cock. Damn that girl knew how to suck a dick!
“So, can I go?” Peach asked.
The question had brought me back to the present and I felt an incredible surge of guilt from thinking about Dish’s skills while I was sitting in front of Peach. Jesus, I had to get her out of there or I’d go insane.
“Yeah. Here,” I replied, pushing her cut from one of the stacks of hundreds toward her.
“Thanks,” she said, scooping up the cash and heading directly toward the door. There was no teasing as she stepped through, but she did turn back for one quick parting shot. “You might want to work on that attitude a bit.”
“What? Are you my fucking mother now?” I shouted at a closed door.
Still fuming, I pulled out my cell phone and pushed the speed dial button for TNT. I’d already done that a dozen times earlier and gotten no response. That wasn’t improving my mood either.
“Jesus,” he said, when he finally answered my call.
“What the fuck?” I said. “I’ve been trying to call you all fuckin’ morning.”
“So I noticed,” he returned in a casual, smartass tone.
“What do you know about this shit in Salt Lake?” I plunged ahead, not in the mood for any sort of greeting or small talk.
“What shit in Salt Lake?” he asked. He was a hell of an actor, because for a moment, I actually believed that he didn’t know what was going on.
“I heard it through the grapevine that I was being investigated in connection with what you did in Salt Lake,” I growled.
“That’s the first I’ve heard of any investigation,” he responded.
“Oh yeah?” I snapped. “Word is, someone in Reno tipped off the cops about my involvement. I only know a few people in Reno and only one of them has any knowledge that anything happened in Salt Lake.”
“You think I set the cops on you? Why? What reason would I have for sending the cops in your direction?”
“Probably to take the pressure off
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