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“Who am I? Motherfucker, you don’t wanna know who I am, but I’ll tell you this: if you think that you escaped captivity because you’re the top dog, you could not be more wrong. If I’m in captivity, you’re in captivity with me. The only thing that alpha bullshit ever got you was a prettier cage.”
I promise. I’m usually a kitten. But something about this arrogant prick brings out the mob in me.
“You’re drinking a thousand-dollar bottle of wine like it’s a Two Buck Chuck. That is rather amusing, you have to admit.” I nearly choke again. I turn to Wolfe, incredulous. “You spent a thousand dollars on a bottle of wine? What are the grapes made of? Diamonds?”
Winner winner, chicken dinner. Wolfe definitely wants to see my penis.
I’m not a religious man, but God, do I want to worship at the altar of his ass.
“Grayson is the help.” “You take that back! You take it back right now. He is not the help. He’s Grayson. My life would fall apart without him.”
“Wait, did you just save my life again?” I joke, hoping to diffuse the energy crackling across my skin. Joe doesn’t laugh. “Nah. He wasn’t going after you. Which is good for him.” “Why good for him?” Looking at me intently, letting me see the murder glint behind his eyes, he responds, “If he were going after you, I’d a killed him with my bare hands. And I wouldn’t a bothered with the niceties.”
I get him to admit that the lead actor in Lucifer is pretty damned hot.
“If you’re thinking of outing your son, don’t. Don’t do it. I promise you will not like my reaction.” My father takes another step back, though it hurts him to do so. “Are you threatening me?” Joe closes the distance. “I am absolutely threatening you. Just like Rand, I learned at the feet of my father. The most important thing he taught me, Mr. Wolfe, is that there are a great many things worse than death. And when I’m protecting Rand, I am capable of all of them.”
“I think we’ve got time for a quick blowjob,” he says, his crooked smile making my chest warm. “No, you don’t,” Grayson says, walking out onto the balcony. “I don’t have any spare suits if things get messy. So keep it in your pants until later tonight.” I chuck Grayson’s shoulder. “Man, I thought we were friends, and here you are, cockblocking me.” “I am doing no such thing, Joe. I’m keeping things running on time and on schedule. You two can whip your cocks out later.”
