Page 30 of A Dangerous Game
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Nah. Not yet.”
Priest chuckles. “Does your girl know that you’re in for her brother’s murder?”
My head snaps back. Yeah, I know the rumor about my heavy sentence but no one has come right out and asked me that. No one has asked me if I killed Thorn. Fuck, I don’t think anyone is ballsy enough to ask me if I did it.
“No.”
“Woods!” A corrections officer hollers.
I look over at him with zero respect. The mother fucker peddles more drugs in here than the Cartels do. I swear, the guy does so much drugs he forgets so much shit.
CALEB
I am in the process of waiting for Duke at the restaurant that we agreed to meet at. Being at work proved that I wasn’t going to get shit done and I left shortly after I came back from WHP.
Why the hell am I thinking about the blonde haired angel that is a porn queen? Seriously? Why the fuck am I so consumed by her that her face flashes before my eyes when I close them? Oh god, I have become a fucking chick.
I already know that when Duke gets here, I’m probably going to ask some questions about Sinclair as much as I don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong, I want to know all there is to know about her, but I don’t need to listen to Duke’s shit about it. He’s talked about Sinclair for years and I never even cared. Why do I need to meet some porn queen that sucks my best friend’s dick on camera for money?
The answer: I didn’t.
And now that I have, I’m pissed as hell at myself.
While waiting, I Google Sinclair Price and am met with so many different pictures of her. There are some with her topless, and let me tell you, I feel the indentation of my zipper on my shaft from that. Her tits are perfectly round with little pink nipples that are begging for my tongue. I scroll down further and see a couple of promotional shots of them kissing and him grabbing her tits.
My mouth waters at the thought of getting my tongue and fingers on her tits.
“Hey, fuck tard! I knew you had a thing for me, but you didn’t need to Google me!” Duke says as he slides into the chair across from me. He signals for the bartender and she comes over.
If I’m not mistaken, she’s just fluffed her tits out so they are sticking out for him. “Hey, love. What can I get for you?” She purrs and then leans over in front of Duke.
I’m used to this kind of behavior because he’s Duke. And I’m used to him telling them that he’s still married. Even though he’s divorced. Apparently, he’s tired of being used for his connections with the porn industry and he’s not interested in settling down.
“Hey,” he leans over and reads her name tag, “Tori. I want a bottle of Labatts and get my friend over here a refill.”
Tori has big brown eyes and some curly black hair but I don’t find her the least bit attractive. To be honest, she looks really fake to me. Her waist is dramatically indented and looks even more overproduced with her tits hanging out. “Oh, sorry, hun. Didn’t see you there.”
“You did, because you just were over here getting my drink order,” I reply and then wave my hand in her face. “Go on, and get our refills. Thanks, Tori.”
She huffs and struts off to the bar and Duke throws his head back in a laugh. “I bet she’s going to spit in our drinks.”
I shake my head and watch all of her movements to ensure that doesn’t happen. “Naw, she’s not that fucking stupid.”
Little does Miss Attitude know, I own this bar. It’s true. Part of my settlement from my dad’s death was giving me this bar. I love it but I don’t do too much with it. I cut the checks and hire people to take care of it. After two years, I still can’t step foot behind the bar but I’m glad to see it’s producing a profit for me.
Bella’s on Main is the only bar and restaurant that serves food on the strip. I changed some of the concepts inside though and made it more of a business casual place. The booths are circular with red table tops and black cushioned benches on the back. The bar is shaped like a horseshoe with four stations for the bartenders to serve along with a kitchen that is state of the art.
Part of competition is to make sure that we are competing with the others in state of the art food. The part that’s hard on me, is to okay dishes that I don’t turn much of a profit for. Food prices have gone up and people are not making as much as they used. My goal is to not break the customers but to make sure they have a good time when they come in.
“Let’s hope not,” he replies and then checks out her ass as she stalks to the other side of the bar. “She’s kinda hot.”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “Yeah right. Like you would do anything. She’s a fucking kid compared to what you’re used to.” I am making a reference to his other life. The one that he engages in when he’s not shooting.
He shrugs and then turns to face me. “Let’s talk about you, man. When was the last time you got some pussy?”
I always forget how vulgar Duke is. “Jack ass, you’re so vulgar!” I tsk at him and then turn my attention to Tori as she sets our drinks down.
“Uh, you owe,” she pulls out her pad of paper and faces me, “$12 and yours is on the house.” She directs the last bit towards Duke.
