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19
DANIEL
In my attempts to get my head out of my arse—or more accurately, my dick—I’m entertaining the mayor in a golf game this weekend.
He invited most of the partners at W&S. Most, as in, the ones he deems worthy of his precious games. That includes the two owners, Knox, and me.
Knox, being a twat on borrowed time, promptly declined. Mayor Jefferson, an old man with a shock of white hair and brows that should see scissors, couldn’t even take offense.
Not when Knox is engaged to a Russian mafia princess. The same mafia whose drug-filled arses he kissed to get to where he is.
Corrupted wealth in a corrupted city in a corrupted world.
Just my scene.
Nate and King showed up, though, clad in their tailored slacks and polo shirts.
This whole thing is part of their networking schemes so their firm keeps representing pigs like Mayor Jefferson and extorting their money.
“This is more boring than monogamy,” King says, hitting a beagle.
Nate side-eyes him as if he’s speaking an alien language. “You don’t even know what that term means.”
“Your point?”
“How would you know it’s boring if you’ve never tried it?”
“You’re going backward. I know it’s boring, which is why I avoid it as much as Switzerland stays out of war.”
“Flawed logic, King. You like war.”
“There will definitely be war on your motherfucking ass if you think about anything outside of monogamy.”
“Never said I would. I happen to be happily married.”
“To my fucking daughter.” He swings his club in the air. “Even your happiness depends on me. Better keep that in mind next time you take sides, my dear son-in-law.”
“Will do when you check your ego into a mental institute.”
A silent war of glares and stares starts between them.
I tactfully slide to their side. “Excuse my bloody French and interruption, but Jefferson can probably fucking hear you calling his game boring.”
“That old tool has hearing problems.” King smiles and waves at him to which he waves back. “He wouldn’t hear a whore calling his son’s name.”
“You’re one to know.” Nate takes a sip of water. “Considering all the whores you fuck on a regular basis.”
“They’re called escorts, and I swear to fuck, if you bring that up to Gwen…”
“A little misleading that she still sees you as a saint when you’re a demon, but I won’t be the one who breaks her heart. You know she still holds out hope that you’ll settle down, right?”
“Make her abandon it then. I won’t give up sex for the white fence nightmare.” He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Isn’t that right, Danny?”
A few months ago, I would’ve hollered “Fuck yeah” and taken my car to the nearest club. Sometimes, the riding happened during the drive.
Now the words can’t even leave my lips. They’re stuck between my teeth like annoying fish bones.
A week.
