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Currently, he was making good progress against one of my more senior recruits, Teddy. Teddy was a beefy guy who had worked in my security team since the beginning. I trusted him about as much as I trusted my dental floss but he was good muscle when muscle was needed.
They'd been fighting on and off for about a half-hour and I was getting restless just watching them. Reed had a gash about his left eyebrow and Teddy had taken a few good hits to the kidney. Both had minutes left on their timers and still, they went at it like their lives depended on the outcome. To them this fight was a badge of honor, to me it was child's play.
Pressing the blunt to my lips I take another drag and prop my timberland boots up on the bar. The bartender gives me and my wasted boots a dirty look but I ignore them. They’d do well to mind their own business. After all, I owned the joint. Owned the very concrete they were standing on. Hell I probably even owned the oxygen pumping out of their lungs.
Everyone down here belonged to me. Worked for me in some capacity.
I may be a dirty king but even the filthiest of kings had followers.
Jayson props his feet up next to mine and I scowl at him. Ignoring the look, Jayson snatches the blunt from my fingers before taking a long drag. Puffing out smoke he turns to the bartender and gives her one of his classic, panty-melting California golden boy smiles, and I watch the young bartender's brains turn to goo,
“Can I get a beer, beautiful?” He winks, turning his All-American charm up to ten, and I watch as my bartender turns into a rain puddle before walking away with a little extra sway in her hips.
I hope she tripped on the way to getting that beer.
“What are you doing Jayson?” I mutter, annoyed with the Captain America bullshit he was selling.
“Here? Just watching the fight.” He winks again, and I resist the urge to punch that smug smirk right off his face.
“No, I mean here,” I say, gesturing to where I’m sitting. I liked to watch the fights alone. He knew that. I knew that. End of story.
“Listen... I gotta ask you something but I know you ain't going to like what I have to say.”
“So why don't you do us both a favor and not say it.” I snap.
Jayson holds his hands out in surrender.
“Hey man, some things just gotta be put out in the air. You know so we can burn some sage, cleanse the air, all that kumbaya shit.” Jayson spews before taking a sip of his beer.
I scowl at his hippie bullshit the California in him liked to preach.
“Just say it.” I spit.
“What's the deal between you and Princess?”
And just like that my mind is completely taken off the fight I was pretending to watch. The nickname he calls Blondie makes me want to wipe the spray tan right off Jayson's white ass.
“Don't call her that.” I hiss, yanking my blunt back from his fingers and stomping it out with my boot.
“Hey man, I was smoking that!” Jayson opens his goddamn mouth again and the urge to hit something overwhelms me.
“Listen, I know she's hot and all. I mean I have seen her tits and let me tell you they are the kind of shit you just want to take two perky handfuls of -” I kick his chair, causing it to collapse out from under him. His ass hits the floor and the smug bastard has the balls to start laughing.
“Wow. I knew you had it bad but I didn't know you had it this bad.” His laughter continues and the sound of it scrapes across my skin. Does he ever shut the fuck up?
“I mean kicking my chair out from under me? Really Kal? What are we back in kindergarten?” He rambles on while trying to get his high ass peeled from the concrete,
“All I was doing was complimenting the girl's tits-”
“Not another word about her tits,” I growl and Jayson's chuckle dies off when he sees the pure murder in my eyes.
“Ok, ok, Kal not another word about the girl's assets. I guess I’m just curious as to why we’re protecting the girl when I remember you wanting to cut her ass off back at the pool party?”
“It's none of your concern.”
Jayson scoffs before mocking my words in a high-pitched valley girl voice. If someone else dared to do that they would be dead, but unfortunately for me, it was Jayson so he still breathed air on this earth.
Still laughing at his own joke, (boy sure loved to light a fire under his own ass), Jayson leans closer to me, his beer breath filling my nostrils,
