Hostile Takeover (The Game, #8)

by Cara Dee

I ran past Joey’s bodega, a small parking lot, a church, the Fender Initiative music academy, a Quiznos, and a new frozen yogurt place while I let my brain drown in the sheer chaos of finding out that my aunt was getting a divorce from the love of my life. And he was suddenly gay?

“I’m never late. The world’s constantly early.”

Beginnings are meant to be savored, not fretted over.”

“Well, that’s the gist of the sausage party list.”

“I know a thing or two about takeovers, my beautiful whore.”

A breath gusted out of me, and it suddenly felt hot in here. “It feels like Daddy needs something.” I nodded jerkily and rubbed his thighs. “He needs his bossy little boy. Make Daddy feel good, please. It’s been too long.” Probably several hours.