Page 24 of A Dangerous Game
Curiosity claims me and I open it. In it, is a bunch of details regarding her twins and their caretaker. I’m shocked as hell when I see where she works.
White Hot Productions.
With Duke.
I’m supposed to be having dinner with Duke later today to discuss his custody trial from his ex wife. Maybe I can stop in and see him… Well, see her. I’m wondering what she looks like and if she’s actually a motherly person. Is she in videos too? Or is she like an accountant or something?
Instead of packing up all of my shit to bring home, I leave it on my desk and grab my suit coat. After shrugging it on, I walk out of my office and shut the door. I don’t need to lock it because most everyone has left already and there’s nothing in there that someone would want.
My car is the only one in the parking garage, and I unlock it before getting into it. Once I’m in, I plug my phone into the car charger and drive off to go see Duke. I pull into the parking lot outside of the nondescript building, and get out of my car.
I’ve been here a ton of times before, but I’ve never just stopped in like this. The sound of skin on skin hits me while I walk in the front door. I turn to see where the noise is coming from and I see two women doing 69 with some big ass dildos. Of course, I have to stop and take in the scene before going to find Duke. The women are both fake blondes with big tits and little asses. I reach down and adjust my dick so it’s not sticking straight out and getting zipper burn.
“Hey, you fuckin’ perv!”
“Yo!” I holler back at Duke as he comes over to me in his bathrobe. He’s said numerous times that he finds it cold in here so he’s always wearing a bathrobe. “What’s goin’ on?” I ask and give him that weird man hug that only men get.
“I thought I was meeting you later?” He asks and his head turns to the side and he looks over.
I follow where he’s looking and see a gorgeous blonde with long hair and a tight little body. “Who the hell is that?” I ask openly gawking at this girl. I can see the outline of her tits through her silk robe and they are nice and firm from what I can see.
Duke pushes on my shoulder and points at her. “Sin! Come over here, I want you to meet my friend.”
The woman, Sin, walks over barefoot and her hair is flowing in the fan. I can smell the scent of her shampoo or her lotion and she smells sweet as candy. She awkwardly waves as she comes up and saddles herself up next to Duke. “Hi, I’m Sinclair . How are you?”
Holy shit. Lord have mercy on my soul! This woman has a Southern accent that makes her so fucking beautiful. “Caleb. Nice to meet you.”
Duke nudges my shoulder and shakes his head as if he can read my unpure thoughts. “We are going to dinner. Want to come?” He asks her and wraps his arm around her shoulder.
My friend is pretty tall and I’m about 6’4” but this woman has to be at least 5’10”. She reaches her red tipped nails into her pocket and pulls out her phone. “Sorry, I can’t. I have to pick up my nieces. Another time?”
Wait a fucking minute!
HULK
“Any leads yet?” I question during visitation. It’s been fucking three years since I got locked up on bull shit charges to help the club dodge the cops investigating everything. For the past three years, I have rotted away in the maximum security prison waiting for my time to tell these mother fuckers to go to hell.
Bishop shakes his head. “We think it's this new club out in Vegas. We haven’t got a good lead on them.”
I feel sick to my stomach at the word Vegas. Sinclair is there and has no idea what the fuck is going on. “They are that close to Sin? Are you trying to get her killed?” I bark out.
The president slams his hand on the table separating us. “It was your fault she left in the first place, you little shit!”
Everyone around us looks up from their visitation to look at us. We’re tattooed up and louder than shit. Especially dealing with this situation. “If I were on the outside, I would protect her. I would make sure none of this shit touched her.”
“This isn’t gettin’ us anywhere.”
I shake my head. “No, we aren’t. I’m rotting away doing my time and no one is watching my girl. I swear to fuckin’ leather jesus, if anything happens to her, I’m going to kill every single one of those assholes.”
I mean it, too. I’ve had enough of us not knowing what’s up in the club.
“Ever since we bombed the Sinners three years ago, it's just been fuckin’ petty ass shit.”
After we found out that the Sinners were the ones that blew up our clubhouse, the night everything went down, my brothers picked each of the brothers off one by one until the arsonist was last. He was burned alive and I got to watch the recording of it.
Not even going to lie. I enjoyed every minute of it.
“Those rat bastards are all going to burn when we get them alone. Every single one. For killing Thorn and putting you away in prison,” Bishop utters as if he’s sitting in orange next to me.
