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Layne
Working again tonight?
Joey
Yeah, but it should be quick. In and out deal.
Layne
Good, because I have a job for you.
Joey
If it involves burying my cock inside of you, I accept.
Layne
Show up by 9 or I’m starting without you.
Joey
I’m never late.
A flurry of excitement settled deeply between her legs in anticipation of how this evening’s plans were coming together. She dropped her phone into the cup holder of the center console and took off, heading uptown towards O’Reilly Manor to drop off the stack of cash in her possession from all the day’s collections.
With an iced coffee in one hand and carrying a bag of cash in the other, she stepped inside her childhood home. Layne took another sip of the frigid brew, noting how unusually quiet it was inside the house. There was none of the typical hustle and bustle of workers coming and going and her father holding meeting after meeting.
She carried the bag upstairs into what was her old bedroom. She set her cup down on the Victorian-looking makeup vanity and entered the spacious walk-in closet where one of several safes in the house was located.
While spinning the dial on the safe she heard a voice break the silence. “I thought I heard someone come in.”
Layne pulled open the safe’s door after successfully unlocking it, she looked over and saw Mick standing there. “Hey.” She smiled. “I was wondering where everybody was.”
He stood there casually. “Your dad decided to take a trip up to Boston.”
“Again? It’s like the third time in the past two months.” She glanced over at him with a perplexed look on her face that he had traveled north without saying a thing to her about it.
“Got me, you know how he is. No details until you need to know, and even then, it’s the bare minimum.” Mick shrugged, unbothered.
She unloaded the payments from the duffle into the safe one bundle at a time.
“Weekly collections go smoothly?” His hand motioned to all the money.
“Yeah, for once everybody was on top of their shit.” She grinned at him. Once the cold hard cash was all securely placed into the small vault, she locked things up.
Mick nodded. “That’s good. We can’t have people stepping out of line.”
Layne approached the closet entrance where Mick’s hulking form took up all the space, he stepped back allowing her to get through the doorway back into the frilly pink bedroom.
Mere moments after passing him, she felt an iron grip yank her back by her shoulders and fling her into the wall roughly. Her body made contact with the unforgiving surface, and the force had her stumbling off to the side her hands catching herself on a dresser.
Stunned she looked over at Mick who had a look in his eyes she had never seen in all the years she knew him. She had heard stories of him from years ago that he had been a violent and nearly psychotic force to be reckoned with, but she had never witnessed it first-hand. All she had ever known was the honorary uncle who had been full of nothing but support for her. “Mick, what the fuck?”
“Oh, Layne, you stupid little bitch.” He stepped toward her, his words having disarmed her temporarily she was slow to react when he grabbed for her. Barely ducking under his arm, she made a run for the door.
He was hot on her heels, and his hand latched onto her arm giving a forceful tug as he spun her back around. The second the momentum spun her back to being face to face with him, the back of his massive hand made contact with her face. The impact sent her reeling down onto the floor with a thud.
The room was spinning as she lay there, willing it all to stop moving. Layne’s watering eyes blurred her vision. Her heart beat sounding louder than a fighter jet between her ears. It was unclear how long it was before she was rolled onto her back, looking up at the one person she never expected to betray her family like this.
