Page 59 of Dangerous Games

But I can’t.

Business calls and I need to have Wiz find the douchebag she plays with online.

Before I head out the door, I start her coffee maker. It’s the least I can do since I kept her up most of the night.

“There better be a good fucking reason you’re calling me this early.”

“There is,” I tell Wiz as I jog down the stairs and unlock the pizzeria, walking through to get to my car out front. “I need you to find someone for me.”

Wiz sighs as I hear sheets rustle. “Give me the name and I’ll have it to you by this afternoon.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to work. I need it now.”

“Come on, man,” Wiz groans. “It’s seven in the morning. Who wakes up and needs shit done at seven in the morning?”

“People who have shit to get done.”

I hear Wiz curse in the background. “This is going to cost you.”

“Add it to my tab,” I tell him as I open my car door and slide in.

Wiz snorts sarcastically. “I’m waiting for the name.”

“Don’t have one,” I tell him as I pull away from the curb.

“What do you mean you don’t have one?” Wiz asks, sounding annoyed. “Who the fuck am I finding?”

“The motherfucker who is trying to get into my girl's pants. She plays online with him.”

“Why do you never make my job easy?”

“What’s the fun in that?” I ask with a smirk on my face. “She uses the pizzeria’s internet.”

“Thanks for throwing me a bone,” Wiz replies sarcastically.

I can hear Wiz’s fingers hitting away at his keyboard in the background.

“Is this going to take a while?”

“One more smart-ass comment from you and this is going to take as long as I feel like it’s going to take.”

I smirk. “Well, aren’t we testy this morning. Want a coffee? I’ll bring one over with an umbrella in it.”

“No, I don’t want a fucking coffee with an umbrella in it, and I sure as hell don’t want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning.”

“Suit yourself. I didn’t want to share my umbrellas with you, anyway.”

“Will you just stop talking? I can’t concentrate with you spouting endless bullshit in my ear.”

I let out a laugh as I speed across the city, heading to my place. His club must have kept him up late because he’s a cranky boy today.

I need a fresh suit to pay this guy a visit in. One rule I live by is that I will always make a good first impression when I’m about to fuck someone’s life up. Cutting something off or even killing them just feels…so liberating when you look good.

“Alright, I’m in,” Wiz says as he continues to fire away at his keyboard.

It’s about damn time.

“I was beginning to think you’d lost your touch.”