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You would need 7 guys to even try to contain me. So good luck with that.
Assfuck:
I don’t need 7 guys, I need one bullet that will end your baseball career. Which is something I probably should have done years ago. 8, son. Don’t be late. Or else.
I don’t bother to respond. He is giving me no choice but to show up at the club. Fuck me.
“You okay?” Kayce tilts his head to the side as he studies me.
“Sperm donor wants to see me at the club.”
“Need backup?” Kayce offers.
I shake my head. The last thing I need is to let Kayce fall into my father’s crosshairs. “No. You focus on Rae.” I look down at my watch and see that it’s already six. I need to head home and shower before I head to the club.
I stand up and walk over to Rae. She slowly turns her head toward me.
“I will see you back at Drew’s, okay?” I assure her.
She nods and then turns back to staring out the window.
I have no idea what my fucking father wants, but whatever it is, I can guarantee it’s some bullshit. Nothing good ever comes from a meeting with that sorry bastard.
Not a damn thing.
“You’re late,” my father bellows as he sits behind his desk. His office is minimalist at best. All black furniture with red accent walls. The furniture is multipurpose. There are “O” rings in strategic places to be tied to. It’s essentially a cave for whores to sneak into and get used by him. What a father figure I have.
I look up at his black hair slicked back. Like he is part of the mob. My jawline is very similar to his, and I hate that I can see him when I see me. His suit is all in black, neatly pressed. To anyone else, he looks like a well-dressed man. To me, he’s a complete fucking slime ball piece of shit.
“I show up on my time, not yours.” I narrow my eyes at him, crossing my arms from where I stand across from him.
“Sure, son. I’ll let you think that. Just know I’ll make sure you realize your mistake.” It’s a threat. But these days he doesn’t scare me. If he takes me out, he takes me out. Doesn’t mean I won’t go down without a fight.
“What do you want?” I grit out.
My father laughs. “What? I can’t just want to see and talk to my son?”
I don’t bother responding. Because we both know that isn’t what he wants.
My father takes a sip of the amber drink in front of him. Then he looks down at his lap, and I instantly know what he’s looking at. “You can go.”
Before my eyes, a small brunette woman pops up from under his desk. And that shouldn’t surprise me, yet here I am with wide eyes watching her straighten her black dress as I hear a zipper sound come from where my father is sitting. My stomach turns at the sound and sight before me.
The woman who has visible red marks on her knees clears her throat and wipes around her mouth. She gives me a flirty smile as she walks toward the door to leave. Does he have a revolving door of mouths for these blow jobs?
I grimace at the thought of her thinking she even has a chance that I would go anywhere near her with my cock. I wouldn’t go near her in a hazmat suit.
My father lets out a sigh and stands up. He takes a moment to adjust his black slacks and grabs his drink. Slowly, and with a calculating look on his face, he walks to the front of his desk. Leaning back against it, I watch him take another sip from his drink and then set it down.
“You have your initiation into the circle in three weeks.”
“Wait, what?” My body tenses. The last thing I want is to be a part of the Society.
He glares at me, his eyes boring into mine. “You heard me. You will finish your initiation into the Society. It has been dragged on for long enough.”
“The fuck I am. I’ve told you this before, I want nothing to do with your little boys’ club.” I clench my fists, my anger starting to boil over.
He lets out a little chuckle. “A little boys’ club? That’s cute. I don’t think you understand how far our reach is. Take, for example, how suddenly a third baseman for a Vegas baseball team suddenly gets benched for having drugs in his system.”