Page 108 of Prince Charming

“Not for a threesome or anything like that.” He chuckled. “I think the guy would kill me if I looked sideways at his ginger wife.”

“But she makes you toast?”

“Yeah. They’re good people.”

And then.

“I have a problem, Luke.” Arson shocked the fuck out of him. “I’m gonna sort it.”

“Good. I’m here for anything you need, you got it?”

“Yeah. So…” he smirked, “your girl doesn’t like me much. Saw her outside.”

Tag didn’t make excuses for her, even though she had her reasons for disliking drunks. “You gotta be around for her to get to know you.”

“It’s serious?”

He half-rolled a shoulder. “I’m working on making it so, but Sofia’s put a spoke in my wheel.”

“How is deputy Cruella, she skinning puppies?”

“Annoying. Been hanging around again like a foul smell, playing jealous.”

“She always hated someone else playing with her toys. Warned you about sticking your dick in a cop, they’re all power mad lunatics.”

Hindsight was a bitch.

At the time, he was horny, and she did all the chasing.

“She said if I fuck her again she won’t tell the authorities about Marianna not having legal papers.”

Arson whistled through his teeth. “She’s got some balls, I’ll give her that. She thinks that’s gonna work?”

“I fucking guess so.”

“I don’t ever want old lady drama.” Arson chuckled. “It’ll all work out, even if you have to rent your dick out to save your woman. Who’s to know, yeah?”

Tag shook his head.

He was not screwing Sofia.

He hadn’t even fucked his old lady yet, and he was slowly dying of need.

Tag had a meeting with someone not long after Arson took off.

Slipping into a grey hoodie, he found Jay Benz outside waiting in a blacked-out Merc. The window whirred down, and the guy smiled. It wasn’t what you’d call friendly.

“The champion himself. This is a treat. Get in.” the window went back up and Tag rounded to the other side, sliding into the warm car. The driver in front was a guy in his thirties, watching him through the mirror.

“You piqued my interest and that happens so rarely.”

Gesturing his head to the guy in front, Tag asked, “I can speak freely?”

“Indeed. Marco is a steel vault. You could confess to killing your own mother and he wouldn’t bat an eyelash. Isn’t that so, darling?”

“Sure, Boss.”

“Turn deaf a moment so our friend here can discuss what was so important he had to drop Penn’s name.”

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