“No. You’re still….” Rourke paused. It wasn’t wise to mention Forrest being the company’s most important possession, so he’d stopped himself. “You’re important, so guards will drive us and wait in the car.”
Forrest’s smile faltered. “Oh. So we won’t be alone?”
“No.” The thought of being alone with Forrest on the way to dinner with his family scared Rourke. Even though he’d promised Forrest things wouldn’t change when they start having sex, ithadchanged. Rourke’s jealousy reared its ugly head, as did his urge to kill anyone who hurt him. Forrest still hadn’t told him who put those bruises on his pale flesh.
They got into the backseat of a black Mercedes and two guards sat in front. One of them was a newbie, someone learning on the job with a criminal record of violence. Add in his Irish heritage, and Sloan wanted him onboard. It was all about pride in the company. Men who weren’t Irish could still join, but they’d stay in the low ranks, and their names would never be remembered.
“You didn’t give me a straight answer,” Forrest said quietly, while he buckled up his seatbelt. “Have you killed anyone other than your father?”
Rourke tugged out his phone from his pants pocket and texted Orla, letting her know they were on their way. His mom had always been terrible with technology and she still didn’t know how to message anyone. “What do you think?”
“I think you did.” Forrest leaned back in the seat, his smile creasing his face and making him even better looking, which Rourke thought wasn’t possible. He was wrong.
“Hmm.” Rourke settled into his own seat. “If I did, you’ll never know.”
“Oh, come on, Rourke.” Forrest shoved his shoulder. “Tell me.”
“No.”
“You’re mean.” Forrest’s pout made him look even more endearing.
“And you’re a rule breaker.” Rourke raised his eyebrows, daring Forrest to argue with him.
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” He pointed at Rourke. “By the way, I don’t throw tantrums.”
“That’s a lie,” Rourke said. “You most definitely do.”
Forrest huffed. “Well, you provoked me. You know I hate Ryder, that fake son of a bitch.”
“I don’t know why. Ryder has high earnings. He’s the second highest earner, after you.”
Forrest mumbled something.
“What was that?” he asked. “I didn’t hear you.”
Forrest sighed dramatically and turning a glare on him. “I said, he stole my client.”
Rourke’s eyebrows crept high. “He stole your client?”
“Mitchie Victor wasmine, and he stole him. Mitchie chose me to spend the night with, and I’d just finished with another client. I told him I wanted a quick shower and then I’d be down again. Ryder stole him while I was in the shower.” Forrest’s jaw twitched in anger. “That’s like a rule among professionals. Don’t steal another worker’s client, and he did that. It’s not acceptable. He’s a lying, cheating, piece of shit who’ll spread his legs for any John, Dick, and Harry.”
Rourke pressed his mouth closed to stop himself from laughing. He’d seen whores go at it before. They were no better than strippers at the worst of times, fighting over the smallest things to earn an extra buck, and Rourke always found it amusing.
“You think it’s funny?” Forrest snapped, eyes narrowed. “You have your rules, and we have ours, and this is like a cardinal rule. It’s not a joke.”
“Of course not.” Rourke turned his head and stared out the window, his mouth twitching so hard that he thought he’d end up breaking and laughing until his chest hurt. To his own surprise, he kept the outright guffawing at bay.
Forrest poked him in the stomach. “I can see what you’re doing, boss.”
Boss. A simple word that people used in everyday situations, but it meant more to Rourke now. It’s what Forrest had called Rourke when he had him on his stomach, Rourke’s cock in his ass, so of course his dick reacted accordingly in hearing the pet name. It fattened in the constraints of his boxer briefs.
“Fuck,” Rourke mumbled, pressing the heel of his palm down on his hardening cock.
Forrest’s gaze followed his hand and he grinned. “Want help with that?”
“No. We’ll be there soon, and I don’t want to turn up to my mother’s place with an erection.”
“That’s called karma,boss.”
