Page 58 of Champagne & Handcuffs
Bryce smiled. “I remember very little, but what I do remember is you used to let me playGrand Theft Auto.” He stuck his hand out, and I took it.
“I did. Little did I know that was practice for you.”
“Seth!” Joss snapped.
I held up my hands in defense. “I’m kidding.”
“It’s cool,” Bryce said, looking at Joss. “It kinda was practice. Though in real life, I can’t kick a hooker out of my car until she pays me. Not the other way around.”
Who would have thought that I’d be standing in a room with an FBI agent, myself, a prior gigolo, and a current pimp? My mind was officially blown.
“By the way, sis, your wedding was beautiful.”
All three of us balked at his admission.
“You were there?” Joss asked.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
“How did you know where?”
Bryce smiled. “Andi’sone of my girls, and I have tabs on all my girls, Jossie.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He chuckled. “Because I’m not the only one with eyes in this town.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Tony’s a powerful man.”
“What do you mean he’s powerful?”
Bryce moved and sat on one of the couches. “Fear goes a long way. So does money. Combine those two, and you have everyone in the business wanting to kiss your ass.”
“So if that’s the case, won’t he know who we are?” Paul asked.
“He’ll know everything about you, Paul. He’ll even know you got married—”
“To me then,” Joss stated.
“Only when you file your marriage license,” Bryce corrected.
“So we wait.” Paul looked to Joss. “Right?”
She nodded. “Yeah. It’s not like we can go to the recorder’s office while we’re working this case anyway. Not enough time.”
“Okay,” I jumped in. “So you tell him that you have a guy who wants to get in on the business. I’ll hire a bodyguard. And it will look legit because Paul needs a job now that he’s not fuckin’ around.”
“Seth!” Joss snapped.
“Oh come on, Jossie. You’ve been working as an escort too.”
“I’m not sleeping with my clients.”
“To be fair, I haven’t slept with a single one since you stormed into my house.” Paul smirked.
Bryce stood again. “You three don’t need me here to talk about your past—”
