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“Not unless I have a problem with the father later, but you warned these motherfuckers before. I won’t be taking this lightly. She’s mine, and if he wants to play stupid games, he can win a motherfucking stupid prize.”
“Calm down, son. You know she’s not going to like you doing this.”
“But you know I have to,” I remind him.
“You’re right, because he stepped out of line and he knows it. Just let me know if you need anything, and once you’re done, we’re going to need to talk about this whole ‘your girl’ thing since things aren’t solidified between you two,” he says with a chuckle.
I nod and leave his office. After a brief visit in the kitchen with Elsa and her mom, I say goodbye to the dog. Quickly, I slide into my SUV with two of my security team members to go meet with the little shit who happens to not be hanging out at home where he should be. He’s either got to be a fucking fool, or has got brass balls because he fucked up today and needs a lesson.
I find him outside a skate park, smoking and drinking like a fucking jerkoff. “Santos, a word,” I state calmly over the din around me. He looks up at me, and his face freezes before he catches himself and tries to act cool. I’m sure his father would love it. I’m betting he’s unaware that he violated our understanding.
“What’s up?” he answers with more bravado than he’ll soon have. He’s surrounded by some of his goons, some little pussies and a couple chicks making him feel tougher than he really is.
“You heard me—get the fuck over here right now before we have a bigger problem.”
“Hold my beer. I have to talk to the old guy.” Yeah, that attitude is going to get him hurt really fast.
“He’s hot. He’s giving me daddy vibes,” the girl next to him utters, licking her lips. Daddy vibes? I’m twenty-four.
“Don’t bother, sugar. Rumor has it that the big, bad casino owner likes twinks.” I ignore his gay remark because I’ve heard the speculation recently, not that it matters. I’m wondering who would spread the rumors when the families at the meeting had been aware of my sentiments.
When it comes to my sexuality, the only person whose opinion I care about is Elsa’s, and she thinks I’m sleeping with the woman I am spotted with every once in a blue moon. Those were always business deals. Nothing more. Ever.
Before I was interested in her, I’d been too busy to focus on dating. It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered it, but it requires effort that I have no interest in investing energy into. Since I’ve realized my feelings for Elsa, no one else even catches my attention for a fraction of a second.
“Did you, or did you not, touch Elsa today?” I ask.
“What the fuck does it matter?” he spits back.
“I swear you’re either dumb as fuck, or you have a serious thrill issue. I’ll only ask you once more, but you’re not going to like the result. Did you touch Elsa?”
“She’s fucking fair game.” My fist lands directly on his cute face, sending him onto his ass with blood spurting everywhere.
“She isn’t to be touched. You’ve been warned. It’s the last warning you’ll get. Next time it will be something other than my fist that meets your face.”
“You fucking pussy. What did you do?” he shouts, but it comes out pretty weak since he’s holding his nose as his boys attempt to look tough. My guys reach for their pieces, but I raise my hand.
“I should cut out your tongue,” I snarl as he tries to steady himself on his elbow. I continue, “but I don’t have time for a war with your father over your pathetic life. However, cross me again, and I’ll make time.”
I don’t allow him to say another word before I walk away. My men follow after giving them a quick scare. “We’re always watching,” Kyros warns him.
I drive back to the house, pissed that my fucking knuckles are busted from hitting that fucker. Luckily, we keep a first aid kit in the car and wrap my hand up quickly. Maybe I should have beat his ass until he was unable to walk. His father had been given the warning just a few months ago. They hadn’t taken me seriously, but they found out today I mean business.
Chapter Six
Elsa
Little Mistress and I have been getting along well, but it’s time for school again. I stayed in and did my online class before receiving a message from Miles to remind me to walk Mistress.
Don’t you have people there that can let her out?
Yes, but she likes you.
Fine.
I drive over to Miles’s estate to walk Mistress, and Carl smirks and shakes his head. He’s probably thinking the same thing I am. Why am I here or why are they here? Then again, maybe they don’t like taking care of a pet on top of their regular duties.
“Apparently, you all are incapable of walking this little princess,” I muttered, sounding more annoyed than I really am. Other than having to see a man who drives my heart insane, I don’t mind playing with Mistress. She makes me happy.
