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If I had to guess, I would say it was a Cuban cigar.
“What you saw earlier, you keep your fat mouth shut. You got me?” Raul growls at me.
“Yeah. You don’t have to worry about me. I don’t talk to Lucian anymore.” Even as I admit the words that are true, I hate them.
Why the fuck do I care so much about a woman that wouldn’t even let me touch her? I don’t understand it. I don’t get why I want her so much. Maybe it’s because she wouldn’t let me touch her?
He snarls at me. “Keep your mouth shut and I won’t have to come back. Do you understand me?”
“Yes. Now get out of my way, Raul.” I sidestep out of his way before he can say anything else.
I just want to get all of this shit out of my mind and move on. Find a nice girl that will let me have sex with her or let me touch her. Someone who wants to kiss me.
As I get into my car, I watch Raul stomp towards his expensive car before speeding out of the parking lot like a dumb ass. I don’t give two shits how fast his car can go. All I care about it the fact I don’t hit it while I pull out of the lot.
Why is Raul so antsy about me talking to Lucian? Why is it such a problem that he has to show up at my brother’s apartment to threaten me? It must be something big and important for him to come to this side of town.
It’s not until I’m half way to my apartment when the realization clicks in. That rat bastard is doing some shady shit and he doesn’t want Lucian to know about it!
Are you kidding me?
Now I’m stuck with the information and I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t want to see Lucian again because I’m liable to throw her on her desk and fuck that attitude out of her.
I wonder if she knows what is happening all along or if she’s in the dark. If she’s in the dark, how would I tell her what I saw?
Jesus. The last thing I want to do is have anything to do with the 3-1-3 Gang again. That’s how people get killed or wind up in prison.
I wonder if my friend, Paul, would know what to do. He’s the one that introduced me to driving for Raul and Lucian in the first place. He must have some idea on what to do.
Chapter Five
Lucian
The look in Ralf’s eyes is the only indicator I need to know what just happened.
Ralf smiles at me with a cocky jeer to really stick it to me. “Luca,” he taunts.
I roll my eyes and sit down in one of the seats in the conference room. Now that everyone has cleared out of the room, it’s just us.
And just us is extremely dangerous. I will never forget what he did to me. What he did to my body over and over that night. I will also not forget what he wants to do to me. He doesn’t think I should be holding the ranking I hold here and wants to put me in my place.
Under him.
The idea of being under someone has my stomach churning. I couldn’t imagine being touched again by any other person besides Mason.
My dreams of he and I fucking are getting more and more frequent. I can’t deny the pulsing between my legs and the way my thighs shake and quiver when I wake up. What the hell is up with that? I thought that part of me was dead a long time ago.
Ralf walks over to the window looking out and leans against the window. He is such a drama king.
“Spit it out!” I blurt.
“Raul fell for the bait. He bought product from my decoy.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snarl. “He’s stealing from me and then buying shit from other people that are not ours? He’s selling smack and keeping the product!”
Raul buying the shit from others means he’s selling it with my name on it. I don’t know what the quality of the product is and I don’t want to be caught up in some shit I don’t need to be caught up in. He’s stealing money from me left and right and he’s hitting me where it hurts.
My name.
