Page 20 of Pirate's Plunder

“I think she might really hate you. Good job, Prez.” I groan and walk down to my office with him on my heels.

“That was all your fault, you know.” I don’t bother to check if he’s still there.

I can tell by the sound of his steps. They’re as unique as fingerprints to me. Everyone walks differently. You just need to listen to hear it.

“I think Spector got them from the bank robbery we did a few months ago. They were in the box Torreli had there.” Ah fuck, then she was right.

“Shit,” I sit down at my desk and take my patch off with a heavy sigh.

“Zek?” I don’t like the worried tone in his voice.

“Troy, I’m fine. Just don’t like being ambushed. Those are her mom’s rings. I wasn’t prepared for the emotional blow. I want to fuck with her head but even that was low. How did her mom die?” I may make it a point to only know the bare minimum.

I didn’t want to form any form of permanent attachment. Guess that ship sailed.

“I’ll get you Spector’s full report.” He pulls the newspaper from under his arm like a butler.

“Thanks, Alfred.” He snorts at my wise-ass comment, but I smile when I find a bodega kaiser tucked in between the folded paper.

“Ah, you do love me. Bacon, egg, and cheese?” I look up at him, and he flips me off.

“Like I’d fuck that up after twenty years of buying them for you. No salt, you gotta enough things to bring your bloodpressure up around here.” As if on cue, a loud bang sounds from upstairs.

“Are we under attack?” Cyclone yells from the main garage, and I groan.

“Never a moment’s peace around here.” I regret the words as soon as I say them.

“Wait until the baby is born. Then you’ll never sleep. Later!” Knight calls over his shoulder, leaving to make sure our little empire is moving towards our primary goal.

The complete and utter destruction of Marco Santos’ life.

Step one: Erase his family line and replace it with my own.

Step two: Turn his only child against him.

Step three: Don’t fall in love with her in the process.

It was that last part I was starting to have doubts about. Genesis wasn’t anything like I thought she’d be. She’s got a way of sneaking under my armor without even trying.

Another loud bang crashes above my head, actually causing some plaster dust to fall on it. As I’m shaking off my hair, the fire alarm goes off!

“THAT CRAZY BITCH SET THE SHOP ON FIRE.” Spector screams out as he passes my door, loading his gun.

“AH FUCK.”

Guess it’s time she meets her new family. I just hope she’s put on clothes before Spector bursts into my room. I’d hate to lose such a valued member of my club.

Plus, how would I explain that to my Tia on Sunday?

Chapter Twelve

Genesis

Irummaged through his drawers and put on a pair of boxers that I had to roll up to stay on my hips and a wife-beater that basically only covered my nipples. I used a rubber band to tie my hair up in a bun and grabbed all his hair products off the bathroom counter.

“Thank fuck he’s a metrosexual type of guy.” I grinned like the manic I was acting like as I pulled the microwave off the counter in the kitchenette and placed it on the chair by the door.

I plugged it in, opened the door, put the cans of hairspray and shaving cream inside, and set the timer for two minutes.

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