“Sir, I’m sorry, Sir, but I’m required to offer my oral services to all the men on the island.”
Huh. That was an elegant way to put it.
“What?” Jackson ground out,” Who the fuck would give you…”
His eyes met mine and I gave him a small shrug in response.
“Oh for fuck sakes,” he sighed, impatiently waving his hand. “Well, come then. I don’t have all day.”
She scuttled across the room, where Jackson promptly stuffed her under his desk. Tobias and I exchanged a smirk when we heard the distinct sound of a zipper.
“Can we start this shit now?” The knit in Jackson’s brow deepened as I took the chair opposite him. “Where’s Carmine?”
My brow rose. “Did you really expect him to come?”
He grumbled and dropped his forehead in his hand.
“Told you,” Tobias called out over Sophia’s moans.
“Don’t start with me,” Jackson waved his finger at the door, “and get her the fuck out of here. This is a meeting, not a fucking orgy.”
That was all the little slave had to hear. Without a word, Sophia sprang off our brother’s lap, scooped up her clothes, and scurried out of the office.
Jackson ran things, and when the King spoke, you didn’t question him. A lesson a few slaves learned the hard way.
“There’s hardly enough people to classify this as an orgy.” Tobias skipped over to us, yanking his pants up on the way. “I’d say we need at least four more,” he added, while flopping down in the chair next to me.
Our little brother was the next to face Jackson’s angry finger. “I swear to god, Bias.”
“I’m just saying,” Tobias shrugged. “You might know that if you indulged a little more.”
“What the fuck do you think I’m doing right now?”
I assumed he was referring to the sloppy slurping sounds coming from his desk.
“Work?” Tobias glanced at me, and I couldn’t help but nod in agreement.
Jackson was wound so tight, I wouldn’t be surprised if he shit diamonds.
“Ah, God dammit. Watch your fucking teeth,” Jackson muttered, while pressing the intercom on his desk. “Go find my brother and remind him we have a meeting.”
“Of course Sir,” Ashley, the slave that also served as his receptionist, obediently said from the other end. “Which brother am I looking for, Sir?”
“Carmine.”
Her nervous swallow was audible to all of us. “I can try, Sir, but he’s not much for listening.”
“I don’t give a fuck what he’s much for,” Jackson barked back at her, “drag his ass back here if you have to. Just get it done!”
Bias and I both cocked a brow. Carmine didn’t just take things too far, he plunged over the edge. On more than one occasion we’d had to put a slave down because of something he did. Human life meant very little to my brother.
He was like our father, in that respect. I tried talking to Jackson about it, but he couldn’t see past his own guilt. And Tobias… Our father was too focused on making men out of us to worry about the baby of the family.
“While we wait for our brother to grace us with his presence, let’s go over the auction list.” Jackson scrubbed his hand over the dark scruff on his chin while looking up at us. “Who do we have ready?”
Two hoursin my brother’s office. Most of which were spent listening to Carmine argue. Not because he had valid points, but because he could.
I stared at my door and brushed a hand down my face, seriously considering leaving Kya strung up all night. Even as I listened to the locks click open, I wondered why I was bothering.
