“I understand your concern. However, Miss Fallon chose to leave, and she declined a ride home.”
I climbed into the car, fury slicing through my veins.
Why do I care so much?
I had to abide by the marriage; otherwise, I wouldn’t be left a dime from my father’s business.
Not that I need it, but still. Money is money. I decided to call Alice, see if I could appease her somewhat. I dialed her number, noticing with annoyance that it just rang out. It wasn’t likeher to resist an opportunity to argue with me.
Fuck her.
The journey back home was long, and I had a flight the next day. All I wanted was a whiskey and my bed, but I regretted that Alice wouldn’t be in it with me. I made a few calls, making sure everything would run smoothly while I was gone.
“Mastos wants our turf. He sent his men to watch our girls last night, sneaky bastard,” Richie growled as I exhaled slowly.
“Mastos is a fat cunt who thinks he could handle the demand better than we can. He can’t, and the important thing is Fabio knows that. So relax. If he needs a reminder, we remind him, ok?”
Andre Mastos was the head of a rival gang that had recently been pissing me off in more ways than one. We distributed for Fabio Reli, a Columbian lord who had his fingers in plenty of pies. Police, mayors, judges- you name it. We pride ourselves on the fact we had never fucked up and therefore had a good arrangement. Now he was getting his head turned by Mastos, who claimed we should split the goods fifty-fifty.
I’ll split him in half, the fat fuck.
“Any sign of shit hit the ground. I mean it, Richie, go dark. We don’t want to give Mastos an inch. Got it?”
“Yeah, Boss.”
I hung up, deciding to try Alice again. This time she declined my call, making my blood boil in anger.
Who the fuck did she think she is?
When I arrived home, I called for Melena to meet me in my room. I tugged off my tie when she walked in, wearing a ridiculously short black dress. She smiled at me as I sighed.
“Suck my dick,” I commanded, and she fell to her knees eagerly. I closed my eyes as she wrapped her mouth around it, my fingers deep in her hair as I pushed myself further into her throat.
Why had Alice declined my call? It should be her mouth I’m fucking, not this whores.
“Forget it, I’m not in the mood,” I growled, pulling myself from Melena’s shocked mouth.
“Do you want to fuck me in the ass? You know you-” she began, fluttering her fake eyelashes at me as I stared at her coldly.
“Get the fuck out.”
I turned away, relieved when I heard the door click shut quietly. I couldn’t be doing with Melena’s bullshit tonight- she was a whore- it was as simple as that.
“Boss?” I heard Richie knock on my door rapidly, his voice breathless as he spoke.
“Fuck Richie, what now?” I gritted my teeth as he walked in, his face pale as he held a phone out to me. I stared at it, wondering if he had lost his fucking mind.
“Do you need a fucking charger?” I snapped, ready to throw the phone out of the window.
“Boss, this has just been delivered. It belongs to Alice,” his voice trailed off as I suddenly frowned, grabbing the phone from him. I’d barely paid attention to her phone, but I knew Richie would tell me if it was hers or not. “It came with this.”
He handed me a thick envelope, addressed to me. My eyes met his briefly as I ripped it open.
Lucas,
You can have Alice back when I’m done with her. I can’t guarantee she will be alive, though. Let me know if you wish to discuss business.
Mr. M
