Page 34 of Extradition (Mobsters + Billionaires 1)
I make a note to look further into the whole alpha-wolf study. Joe seems to think it’s a mantle one can simply put down, but that is not true. Thousands of people are employed at Wolfe Athletics, and I helped Father build an empire based on that persona.
Refocusing on our mini dinner party, I refill Sherry’s wine and let Joe heap a second helping of the delicate, fragrant pasta on my plate.
My trainer be damned, I eat every bit of it.
After dinner, Sherry excuses herself, needing to get back home. Joe picks up the dishes and grouses when Grayson appears and cleans up the mess he left in the kitchen.
“Shit, man,” Joe says after the third time Grayson shoos him away. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Should’ve invited you and your mom up here for dinner. Next time, okay?”
Grayson smiles, though he knows as well as I how inappropriate that would be.
“Perhaps, instead, I can have you cook this in my place and fill it with these delectable smells.”
Joe nods. “Sounds like a plan. Hey, I’m gonna get back into it. I gotta work with this mook here to figure out what to say to the fancy people so their stock pulls out of the dive it’s in.”
I don’t know what a mook is, but I’m guessing it’s not flattering.
