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“That’s some outfit you got there, kitty cat,” Charlie said before hissing and meowing. “I don’t think anybody dressed like a mobster’s mistress gets to point fingers at my fashion choices,” Robby managed, not even bothering to open his eyes.
“Go ahead. She won’t stop nagging until you do. She’s powered by gay tears.”
“You fucked his wife…and his son.” Yep. There it was. What could he say? “Not at the same time?”
“Your job is to keep his family alive, not stick your dick in them.” Calder snorted, another grin spreading over his face. “Did they die?” he drawled, letting the Texan seep into his voice. “No. In fact, it might be the first time they ever truly lived. My dick changes lives, man.”
“Linc, I’m not trying to be an asshole, but I feel the need to point out that both you and Shepherd married the only clients you were ever charged with watching. Hell, at this point Jackson might as well call this place Elite Protection and Matchmaking Services.
“Get thee behind me, hooker Barbie. I have no time for your forked tongue today.
That dude’s dick has given more rides than Uber.”
“The virgin being you,” Wyatt supplied. Robby felt himself sulking. “What makes you two think I’m a virgin?” Charlie gave him a pitying gaze. “Oh, sweetie. If we were villagers, you’d be the first one we’d chuck into a volcano to appease the gods.”
“Calder has fucked so many of Linc’s clients, they think it’s part of their service contract.
