Thomas''s phone dinged again, and this time, he silenced it.
He knew it would be Ss calling; he had been blowing up his phone for hours
now.
Thomas leaned forward, fiddling with the pen. "So Chen, tell me why you couldn''t
do your job as manager?"
Chen moved closer, his eyes gleaming with fear. "I can, it was... just a lot for
me."
"I admire your honesty, but in this line of work, you need assertiveness. Your
customers can''t see you as incapable," Thomas said.
He wasn''t capable of running a club either, but he ran apany-which wasn''t
so different.
He looked at Chen, whose expression was filled with remorse. "Uncle Mike made
you manager, and I''m sure he saw something in you. That''s the only reason I''m
not going to yell."
Plus, he was stressed out-mentally and physically. His thoughts drifted to Uncle
Mike, and his chest tightened.
"Thank you so much, sir," Chen said, bowing slightly.
"Address that waitress and have her apologize to the customer. If she refuses, be
ready to fire her," Thomas said firmly.
Chen''s eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Yes, sir."
"Alright."
When Chen left, Thomas sighed, rubbing his head down to his face. He could feel
the fatigue burrowing into his bones, and he feared that if he gave in, he would
crash-harder than anything.
"Not yet," he muttered as he unlocked hisptop.
For the past few days, he had been overseeing Night Bird. Mateo Castro was on
his neck, saying business had to go on as usual.
He knew he had dug a deeper grave for himself by agreeing to manage the club,
but it was kind of toote.
It had been for a long time-he had just been in denial.
Shaking his thoughts away, Thomas scrolled through the designs his architect had
sent over. His house had to be rebuilt from scratch. The fire had destroyed most
of the foundation, making it impossible to patch.
As he scrolled, anger raced inside him.
"Fucking Rosie," he scoffed, clenching his jaw.
Not only did he have to spend more money to rebuild, he had to also provide
temporary amodation for all of his staff. And there was Ss, oblivious to
the struggle he was going through, and Wade, who was always bothering him.
Guilt swirled in his chest as he remembered his fight with Ss. It had been
unnecessary, he knew that. But he also knew that if he hadn''t done it, it
would have caused even more trouble.
Giving into the feeling, he reached for his phone to apologize to Ss, but it
dinged with a message again. It was from an unknown number, but he opened it.
Thomas gasped. It wasn''t a text. It was a video message from Rosie. When he
yed it, a chill ran down his spine. She waspletely naked, her breasts
dangling as she faced the camera.
"This number will be unavable once I''m done sending you this," Rosie said on
screen. She angled the camera so he could see all of her
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His dick hardened instantly. He knew he was supposed to ignore the message
and block her, but he couldn''t bring himself to do it
Rosie parted her legs on camera, revealing her opening; wet and glistening. He
closed his eyes for a moment and imagined her scent. His insides exploded as
his brain recreated it.
"Want to see how wet I am?" Rosie asked. Then she dipped two fingers inside
herself. "Thomas," she moaned as she plunged deeper.
Thomas''s chest tightened with desire. He had no idea what her n was with this,
but he liked it.
He quickly took off his trousers, pulled out his dick with one hand, and held the
phone tightly with the other.
He squeezed his tip, jerking up and down as he watched Rosie open her legs
wider on the screen.
"Ah, Rosie," he moaned, tightening his grip around his length, jolting faster, his
head filled with Rosie''s moans. His hand moved quickly, matching the pace she
used to pleasure herself.
"I''ming," Rosie cried, her eyes rolling back as her pace intensified. "Ahh," she
let out a final cry. When she removed her fingers, they were covered in her
release-and it drove him crazy.
But he wasn''t done.
He returned the video to the moment she set the camera and continued to rock
himself.
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He shut his eyes to her moans, imagining himself thrusting into her. A wave of
ecstasy rushed inside him, and he groaned, spilling on Uncle Mike''s office
floor.
His vision blurred for a second before he exhaled andposed himself.
He turned off Rosie''s video and hovered over the delete button, but decided not
He would need it again.
Just as he stood to clean himself, the door burst open.
He frowned and gasped when he saw who walked in. "Mateo?"
Mateo rushed to him, his eyes wide. "FBI agents are here!"
Thomas''s heart dropped as he quickly fastened his trousers. "How did they find
you here?"
"That''s not the point," Mateo growled. "Save me!"
Thomas racked his brain, then his forehead creased. "Your tattoo. You didn''t
cover it."
Mateo touched his forehead. "I was tired of the foundation. It makes me look soft."
Nothing about Mateo looked soft, not even when the giant star tattoo was
covered. But Thomas didn''t say that.
He bit his lip as a thought struck. "Come. Uncle Mike has a safe room here. Let''s
just hope the password is still the same."
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Thomas moved to the waterfall painting the wall and shifted it. Behind it was a
steel door with a keypad lock. He tried the first password Uncle Mike gave him
and was surprised when the door chimed open.
"Get in," he said. "Stay there until I say the coast is clear."
Mateo nodded and entered. Thomas locked the door behind him, and for a
moment, the idea of locking Mateo in there forever felt pleasing. After all, he
was the cause of everything.
But that would just invite more trouble, Mateo''s men were loyal and they would
find him.
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Shaking the thought away, Thomas adjusted his clothes and stepped out of the
office.
The night had already started; he could hear the low rumble of musicing from
downstairs. He walked through the corridor leading to the stairs and the music
grew louder.
Thomas leaned against the failing, his eyes scanning the floor below.
There was a crowd tonight, all of them grooving to the rhythm.
He narrowed his eyes and then saw them.
Agents.
All dressed weirdly for a nightclub. From his view, he caught their silent signals,
their wandering eyes, and the way they moved stealthily among the
crowd.
His stomach churned. What was he supposed to do now?
As he was still contemting, his eyes caught Bailey, roaming through the crowd.
What was she doing here? Was she a fed too?
She waved at him, and he waved back. He watched her exchange a nce with
one of the agents-it was swift, almost missable, but he saw it.
If Bailey was an agent... he was in real trouble.
Quickly, he went downstairs, the music sting even louder. He found her among
the crowd.
"What are you doing here?" she shouted above the music.
"This is Uncle Mike''s club. I''m taking care of it until he gets better," he shouted
back. "And you?"
"Just here to have fun," she said, dancing.
Thomas looked at her ck suit and frowned. "Like this?"
"Just came from a dinner. Couldn''t change," she replied.
He didn''t say anything, he just waited for her to speak.
Bailey moved closer. "Did you happen to see a man with a tattoo on his
forehead?"
His heart tightened, but he steadied himself. "No. Why?"
"Oh, nothing. We were-" The music drowned out the rest.
He didn''t need to hear it, he knew she was lying. Mateo would never have spoken
to her.
"Yeah," he nodded. Their eyes met, and for a split second, he saw anger in hers.
He stepped closer, tired of pretending. "Why don''t you and your friends go
home?"
Bailey blinked, her brow creasing for only a second before she stepped forward.
"Whatever you Stones are hiding, I will find it."
Thomas''s heart sank as Bailey walked away, followed by her agent friends.
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