Page 22 of Skating Towards Danger

“Thanks, Matt,” Roman says as Matt opens the office door and shakes his hand while I walk inside and round the desk, moving the mouse and waking the old as fuck computer up.

Trying to ignore the pull I’m getting to go back outside, I click on the camera feed footage and go back to the time of Amy’s conception.

She’s four weeks, she even showed me a scan photo of a little dot and gave me details from her OB of exactly how far she is and when the conception was, a day that I did fuck her.

The woman has done a lot of research to try and make me believe the kid is mine but unfortunately for her, I have the receipt from the hotel I booked us in proving the bar never got touched. I never drank that day as she claims. I wasn’t drunk, I never fucked her cunt, and after she finished, I pulled out of her ass like I normally do and made her swallow my cum.

She claims I emptied the mini bar with her then fucked her cunt three times, and I allowed her to think I believed her so I don’t get any bad press, but bitch is messing with the wrong man.

I find the date I need, bring up the feed, and skip through it fast enough so it doesn’t take us all night but slow enough that we don’t miss anything.

Andrew enters the office with another waitress, one that left when he came out, and I raise a brow as he shoves his tongue down her throat, and suddenly relief hits that he hasn’t brought Paige in here, which makes me scowl.

“Damn, the guy’s a fucking serial cheater,” Roman mutters, and I hum, ignoring my feelings, and continue to skip through the footage, trying to control the demon wanting to come out, the urge to kill this fucker high for doing the dirty on Paige, a girl I don’t even know.

“Fucking gotcha!” I snap a few seconds later as I play the footage at normal speed and watch Amy saunter into the office and swipe away everything on the desk before removing her tiny crop top, then mini skirt, and climbing on the wood.

Roman, Matt, and I all step away from the desk like it’s got a disease as the footage shows her cunt creaming over the wood, and I gag when she picks up the mouse of the old-fashioned computer and rubs it over her cunt.

“Ah fuck, that is disgusting,” Matt gags while Andrew comes on the scene, eyeing her rubbing herself with the mouse and undoing his jeans before pulling his… fuck me…

“How in the fuck did that knock her up?” Roman questions, and I chuckle.

“The man has a point, Dante. His dick is smaller than what mine goes when I get out of the fucking shower,” Matt murmurs, and my chuckle turns into a laugh.

Fucking idiots, although most likely true.

Shaking my head, we watch as Andrew shoves his teeny weenie inside Amy, who arches her back, her mouth opening wide like he just filled her, and I laugh harder.

“Bitch please, talk about faking,” Matt snorts, and I high-five Roman before I stop the footage, not wanting to watch my old fuck buddy fake an orgasm just to get herself knocked up and pull out a drive from my pocket, putting it into the computer.

I quickly transfer the footage over, then shut everything down, pull the drive out, put it in my pocket, and turn to Matt. “Thanks for this, Matt,” I say, and he nods, fist bumping me, then Roman, making us chuckle, considering the guy is in his fifties and walk out of the office.

My eyes go around the place, and my skin itches.

Paige shouldn’t be working here…I shake my head at my random thought. I don’t care where she works, she’s an adult I hope to keep my distance from.

Anger builds again, and the urge to kill someone hits me.

I want to find that fucker and kill him, and then I want to see Paige and throw her over my…

Nope, no, not going there, fuck that shit.

Hockey and pussy, that is it. That is all I fucking want to focus on while ensuring she doesn’t get a bullet in her head.

An hour later, I throw my keys in the glass dish near the elevator, walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge.

I grab a beer and one for Roman before passing it to him. Then I undo my lid and take a few big gulps while my big brother eyes me.

“What’s the next step?” he asks as he takes his lid off and has a quick drink, and I shrug.

“Show her the footage in a few days after going quiet on her to piss her off,” I admit, and he nods but then confirms, “That is not what I was talking about.”

I grit my teeth before taking another gulp of my beer and walk into the living area. I take a seat on the couch, and Roman follows but instead sits on the love seat to my left. I ignore him and glare at the ice rink toy and dolls that Emma brought around yesterday and beg to keep them here whenever she stays because apparently Damian will break them.

“Dante,” Roman starts, but I cut him off and snap, “I don’t know what you are talking about, Roman.”

He chuckles and reminds me, “You can’t lie to me, we grew up together, meaning you also saw how I went after bumping into Morgan,” I glare at him, but he doesn’t shy away and admits, “I saw the look Dante when you locked eyes on her, and then I saw the look when you grabbed her hand. I know that look. It was the exact one I had. She’s your one little brother, and you hate her for it because you just want to play and dip your dick in all the pussy you can before our lifestyle has to come first, and you have to bring children into the world to take over your role.”

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