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In all honesty, I wanted nothing to do with the Playground or the lifestyle anymore. I was perfectly happy living my sedate life, raising my beautiful daughter alone.
While the Playground was an enormous success, it was Largo’s dream. Not mine. If I had my way, I’d burn the place down to the ground.
Instead, I refused to step foot in the establishment.
“You’re spiraling Mercy. You need to release your anger before you hurt someone.”
“I’m not spiraling. In fact, I feel great.”
“How’s Largo today, brother?”
Balling my fist, I seethed, “She’s fucking fine.”
“Look, Mercy,” Malice objected, shaking his head. “I’m the last fucking person to give marital advice, but if you don’t get a handle on your anger soon, you are going to really hurt someone, maybe even Largo. Come to the club. I have the perfect submissive. She’s a masochist who doesn’t have a limit. Well, none that I’ve found yet.”
“And while you are whipping this woman, are you seeing her or the pretty brunette with silver tips staring back at you?”
He snarled. “This isn’t about Silver.”
“Until you’re ready to talk to me about your obsession with the club’s bartender, mind your own fucking business, Malice. I will deal with my wife in my own way.”
Sighing, Malice turned to open my office door. “You hurt her, Mercy, and I will demand retribution.”
“I’m not going to hurt her.”
“See that you don’t.”
Leaning back in my chair, I said nothing when the angry fucker left, slamming my office door behind him. If it wasn’t Malice, it was all of them. Every fucking brother in the club, down to the fucking prospect, Pippen, who seemed to plead Largo’s case lately.
What was it about my fucking wife that they loved and wanted to protect? As far as they were all concerned, she’d paid her penance and was now once again a member of the fucking family.
Maybe Malice was right.
Maybe I needed to visit the Playground to get rid of some of this pint up anger and hostility. The funny thing was, I wasn’t angry with anyone who wasn’t my wife. As long as no one mentioned her name and I didn’t have to see her, I was good to go.
Happy even.
What the fuck did that say about me?
A knock at the door, followed by Fury yelling, “Boardroom,” had me rolling my eyes.
The boardroom.
The only fucking way Montana could get me here lately. Part of me believed he made shit up just to see if my ass would showup. Grumbling, I got to my feet and left my office, heading for the boardroom.
Taking my usual seat, I sat there and listened as brothers laughed, joked, and kidded around waiting for Montana to show his ugly face and bring this meeting to order. Vicious was giving Fury a hard time about a woman he tried sneaking out of his penthouse before his girls saw. Payne grumbled when he stuck a pencil down the cast on his broken leg. Shame chuckled at him. Malice ignored everyone, leaning back in his chair, eating a fucking apple.
“Payne, you get lead poisoning because of that pencil, I’ll beat your ass,” Montana said, walking in with Bane, who shut the door behind them.
“Then tell Bane to remove it and give me a boot, cause this shit itches.”
“One more week and then you’ll get your boot,” the club doctor said taking a seat across from me.
Payne growled, “Wasn’t talking to you, asshole.”
“Keep talking smack and I’ll leave the fucker on for another four weeks.”
“And I’ll slit your throat in your sleep,” the brother threatened, and I believed him. Payne wasn’t the club’s enforcer because of his spectacular personality. The man was lethal.
