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“He stayed the night?” I asked, not caring if Dominic would be late to the stage.
“Mmhhmm.”
What the hell was going on between Greer and JJ? I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed or jealous. I didn’t have claim to either man, yet the thought of them together did something to me.
Sierra came down the steps and pressed a kiss to Dominic’s cheek before doing the same to me. He liked to show affection. It was sweet and very endearing.
Dominic shook his ass before going up the steps to stand behind the dark-purple, velvet curtain. I watched as he loosened his arms, getting rid of any tension, and closed his eyes, centering himself for his dance.
I wouldn’t get more information out of him tonight. Partly because he’d only give me enough breadcrumbs so I could follow the trail myself if I chose to. And partly because he had three VIP rooms to dance in after this.
Normally, I’d watch Dominic perform and get lost in the way his body moved. No one danced like he did. He commanded the room without really trying. He simply lost himself in the music and let his body flow with it.
I couldn’t stay and watch tonight. Not with the way my mind was a jumbled mess. Greer and JJ worked together. If JJ had gone over there to talk about a project, he wouldn’t have stayed the night. Sleeping at someone’s house implied one thing—sex.
I went back to my office, kicking the door closed behind me and locked it. I sat on the couch and raked my fingers through my hair. What the fuck was I supposed to do with this information about Greer and JJ? I could go to Greer’s house, confront him, ask what was going on with JJ, but I didn’t have the right. That didn’t mean I wasn’t jealous over it. The thought of them together made me want to be a part of it. Fuck, they’d be so hot tangled up. JJ with his full sleeves of tattoos, in addition to the other ones over his abdomen, chest, and back. Greer with his one arm covered in them, other tattoos scattered about his body.
My dick went hard fast. I palmed it, slowly rubbing myself. What I wouldn’t give to see them together.
A little voice inside me whispered I could have that very view. I could go to Greer and beg him to let me back into his life. JJ would be a much harder sell but if I had Greer on my side, it could be possible.
What the hell was I thinking? I couldn’t go to Greer, not after the way I shut him out. And JJ, he’d break me all over again. I was stuck in a prison for one. A place I put myself in so I could guard the remnants of my heart. The thought of opening myself up made my stomach churn. But what if I could have everything? What if I could have both of them?
I shook my head. It was a pipe dream. Nothing more. They were better off without me.
7
JJ
Loud banging on my apartment door dragged me from sleep. My phone on the nightstand read noon when I looked at it. I had come home from Greer’s yesterday and spent the rest of the afternoon and all night in my shop, working on an old Buick which had a host of issues. The woman who owned it was elderly and didn’t have the money for a new car, so I did the repairs at cost, working on my off time to fix it for her. I didn’t want to give it to anyone else and have them lose money on labor working on it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I was going to hurt whoever was knocking on my door like that.
“Val!” Where the hell was he? He usually lounged around on the weekends.
No answer.
I threw the blankets back and went to see who had a death wish. I only had on a pair of boxer briefs. Fuck whoever was on the other side. Unless it was Greer banging on my door, I didn’t want to see them. I still had to check though.
The little peephole on the door revealed Malik on the other side, my old man’s second-in-command. What a great way to start my Sunday.
I unlocked the door and braced my arm on the frame. “What?” I barked, pissed he woke me up. I didn’t care who Malik was or who he worked for. No one scared me. Not after all the shit I’d witnessed.
“Jordan wants you.”
I’d lost count of how many times I’d told Malik or someone else in their organization to kiss my ass and leave. The end result was still the same. Whether I went willingly or I was dragged by gunpoint, when my dad came calling, I went. Not that any of his men would shoot me. “Let me at least put some clothes on.”
In my room, I found a pair of dirty jeans on the floor and a wrinkled as hell black T-shirt, along with some socks that didn’t smell too ripe. Could I have put more effort into my appearance? Sure. Would I? Absolutely not. My dad could go straight to hell.
I made a quick stop in the bathroom so I could take a piss and brush my teeth. Who knew where this day would take me. It was better to take care of this shit now.
Grabbing my wallet, keys, and phone from my dresser, I went to the door and tugged on the greasiest, dirtiest pair of boots I owned. The steel-toed ones I wore in the shop. I smelled like I’d just finished changing brake fluid. Hell, it could be on me for all I knew. These boots had seen some shit. It was surprising the leather hadn’t eroded away.
Malik’s dark hair was styled back; his face clean-shaven. The crisp suit he wore probably cost more than a year’s worth of my rent. He glared at me as I stomped my way out of my apartment and pulled the door shut so I could lock it. I had no clue where Val was, not that he had to tell me where he went. At least he wasn’t here when Malik showed. I’d had to pull him back before. He hated everything to do with my dad’s business.
The waiting Maserati Quattroporte wasn’t a surprise. Everything where my dad was concerned was done with status and appearance in mind. He wouldn’t send Malik out in a Jeep to collect me. Hell, Malik hardly drove. Why would he when they had a driver who could do it for him?
