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“That’s enough,” he said. “Look, Angel…”
“Ross!” She screamed. “Ross! PLEASE! We have to fuck… We have to!”
He stared down at her like she was crazy. In a hard voice he said, “No the fuck we don’t. This is beyond wrong.”
He wrenched away from her and moved to the door, looking uneasy. She followed him, shaking from head to toe. Her veins and bones were vibrating. She felt ready to faint just thinking what would happen if he left. Her heart pounded with a sickening swirl of emotions. She needed this man to sleep with her. What if Ross locked her in?
“No, no. Stay in here, Ross, please don’t go and leave me in here.”
“You don’t give up, do you? I don’t know what kind of freak game Manny is playing…”
“When you s-say my name…I can’t help myself,” she panted, burying her face in his chest. “I can’t make it stop!”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t stop w-wanting sex. I’m sorry.”
“Bullshit,” he said harshly. ““You’re not acting right ‘cause you’re a crazy relation Manny’s pawned off on me. Are you even a virgin? Fuck— never mind. You need to quit this. We are not sleeping together. You’ll stay in here until you remember just where the hell you come from and that’s the end of it.”
Ross jacked off.It relieved him just a little. He then went about his day, distracted. He left the house after locking Angel in the guest room. She went nuts when he did that. But there was no other option. The girl was out of her tree and a danger to his health as well as his personal code of honor.
He considered working from home to keep an eye on things, but deemed it best to keep up an appearance of normalcy to the outside world. So he went down to the office and did more trace-work for that Sebastian boy who had made off into the night with Roman’s gold. A man at a gas station in West Virginia claimed to have bought gold coins from a tall redheaded man passing through. But there was no way to verify his claim and from there the trail went cold.
Understanding that the man was a felon, Ross contacted Sebastian’s PO. It was a last resort because getting the law involved was always a risk. But the lady informed him that Sebastian McCall’s parole had been lifted for good behavior.
“I called in that favor for that lying snake,” Roman said in cold fury when Ross relayed the news on the phone. “No good deed, as they say. He could be anywhere by now.”
“I’ll find him, Roman,” Ross replied. “Rest assured, they always make a mistake somewhere. Might just have to be patient.”
“Patient while he spends our money?”
“Your money. I’m already rich.”
“Fucker. You want something to eat? I’m in town.”
“I’ll pay,” said Ross. “Since you’re too poor.”
“Little Lord Fauntleroy motherfucker. One day I’ll take your littleJean Christopheto use for target practice.”
“N0t funny,” snapped Ross. Roman laughed evilly and hung up.
At noon, Ross’s brother came over with fried chicken and biscuits. They ate in Ross’s office.
Roman wore a faded black shirt splattered with bleach stains, and old jeans. The red mud on his boots told Ross he’d been up by some of the old Mulberry lands.
“A lack of sleep kills,” he said to Roman.
“I know it,” shrugged Roman. “Everything seems to be going to hell in a hand basket. Got me up late thinking.”
You’re not the only one.“I need your advice on something,” said Ross.
Roman choked on a piece of chicken. “Beg your pardon?”
“I need your advice. Shut up— I know it’s rare, me asking.”
“No shit. What can I help you with, little brother? Girl problems?”
Ross worked his jaw back and forth. “Remember that lady who used to hypnotize people?”
