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“And Juju. You need things from meandyour daughter.” King looked at Marsh, daring him with a stare to step one centimeter out of line. The power that man had made me tingle.
“Exactly. Juju too. I’ll need all the minority communities secured for votes. Guaranteed votes. I’ve talked to neighboring departments and we’re all willing to set up an agreement that will allow the Legion of Kings to spread across California untouched for the most part. That way once I’m governor…”
“You can look out for these other cities and line their pockets in addition to me doing the same thing for their protection,” King said, nodding and sitting on the corner of the desk. His long legs were wide open and I found myself dying to kneel between them again.
“Right. It’s really a seamless model. Can you deliver the results I need though?” Marsh asked.
“Do you know who the fuck I am?” King’s thick dark brows lowered over his perfectly sculpted face. He was achingly beautiful and so damn dangerous.
Be still my heart.
“It’s no small feat, King. You sure your men can handle it?”
“We’re the Legion of Kings. We handle shit all the time. This is no different. It’s actually easier without all the fucking pushback from the cops. So, you’ll get your results, Governor.”
“King shit,” I smiled, rubbing King’s arm. “Also, there’s the little matter of insurance, Marsh,” I said.
“Right, the insurance,” he said, adjusting his silk tie. “I’m sure we can come up with something else for insurance.”
“I said what I said. I get the letter or none of this shit flies and you piss off all these cities who can’t get their money. I think at this point, my leverage is greater than yours, Marsh. You know I could go to any of the surrounding counties and cities to get police immunity and sink your election.”
“The way I see it,” I said, looking at my nails. “Your options are slim. Either you comply and things go smoothly. You become governor of California. Or you fight the insurance letter and watch everything fall to pieces because of your fucking pride. Seems like an easy choice to me, Marsh.”
Silence ticked by between the three of us while he weighed his options. There were none though. He could run with us or runfromus like King always said.
“Fine. It’ll be in your hands tomorrow morning,” Marsh grumbled standing to his feet.
“My man,” King chuckled, slapping him on the back. “Here’s a check for your good decision-making skills.” He produced a check between his two fingers like he pulled it from thin air and Marsh snatched it, tucking it away in his blazer pocket.
“Snatch another motherfucking thing and see what happens,” I frowned. Another unexpected knock on the door startled all three of us.
Marsh pulled the door open quickly and smiled at the woman standing there. I recognized her instantly from the pictures on his desk at work.
It was his wife, Carla.
She was caramel brown with delicate bone structure and a practiced smile. Her emerald dress stopped just at her ankles showing off strappy black shoes. She was the perfect picture of modesty. Her hair was swept off her shoulders in a curled and elegant updo. She wore pearls around her neck and in her ears and a shining diamond wedding ring on her left hand.
She was beautiful. Seeing her made me wonder what Marsh saw in her that he didn’t see in my mother. I had my mother’s full name in my possession too but just like with Marsh, I didn’t have the nerve to face her rejection. Anger began to bubble up inside of me no matter how much I tried to keep it in check.
“What are you doing back here, Charles? And who are your friends?” She glanced at me then locked onto King like he was a medium-rare steak.
Marsh put his hand at the small of Carla’s back and said, “This is King Pierce and this is Jupiter. Now, let’s go back out there. Business is done being conducted. Let’s all enjoy ourselves.” His smile was political and phony as fuck. My eyes rolled involuntarily.
“King Pierce,” Carla said, savoring his name. “I’ve heard about you.”
“Have you?” King smiled in that dashing way that normally turned me on. Right now, I was ready to slap him in the back of the head. He had no sense being so fine in front of other women.
“I have. My husband has been singing your praises after the donation you made last week. So nice to finally meet you,” she purred, holding her hand out. In true King fashion, he kissed the back of her hand and she giggled like a fucking teenager.
“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Marsh, is it?”
“Yes, Carla. Call me Carla. Please…” She raked her eyes over King’s impressive form and I couldn’t bite my tongue anymore.
“Can you please stop drooling Metamucil all over the floor? You’re embarrassing yourself. Besides, you have a whole ass husband right here. Drool over him,” I said, waving my hand at Marsh for emphasis.
Carla blinked in disbelief as she stared at me like I’d just materialized. “Um, excuse me? And who are you again?” Her pointed question was like a spotlight on my monstrous attitude. King pushed out a hefty sigh and sat down in the chair once occupied by Marsh.
“Well, you asked for this shit,” he muttered, resting his ankle on his knee.
