it. “Tell him.”
“Fine. But I’ll also make sure you lose your job and never work again.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Did you miss the part where I said I’m a gangster? Of course I can fucking do that.”
“What do you want?”
“Five thousand dollars.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I can’t do that. I don’t have that kind of money. I don’t get paid shit.”
“Too bad. You have three weeks.” He grinned at me. “Better write that article.”
“I thought you wanted to protect your friend?”
He shrugged. “I want money more. Three weeks.” He sipped his coffee and then put it down. I watched as he walked out of my apartment and shut the door behind him.
A chill ran down my spine. He came into my apartment and left with a terrifying ease, like he had no problem breaking into someone’s apartment. I wanted to burn the mug he drank from.
Instead, I sat down on the couch, my mind moving in circles.
I didn’t want to write that article anymore. I wanted to leave Bull alone, or maybe even come clean to him.
But I could lose my whole career, or maybe even worse. Bull would never help me, of course, since I was betraying him. I couldn’t mess with the mob, not if I was smart.
I didn’t want to write the article. I had to write the article.
I felt trapped, and I couldn’t see any way out.
14
Bull
I could still feel her tight hips as I thrust myself against her. I loved the way she had pretended to push back against me, but she’d let me pin her arms back while she took my fucking cock.
She knew the game, and she loved it. I hadn’t been able to help myself as I took her body, and a day later I still wanted more.
She was a journalist. She was the damn enemy. And yet fucking the enemy felt so good.
I’d been with plenty of women in my life. Groupies always wanted a taste of the Bull, and I was willing to give them a ride. I fucked them and I forgot about them as soon as I left the room.
But not Charley. She was the first woman as far as I could remember who made me want another taste.
And that was fucking bad. I should keep myself far, far away from her, but I couldn’t.
That morning, I woke up early, before sunrise. She was snoring in my arms, sleeping so peacefully. I couldn’t fucking believe I had fallen asleep with her, and I slowly got up, careful not to wake her.
I should have just gotten out of there and forgotten about the whole thing, but instead, I snuck into her bedroom and found that dildo right next to her bed. Smiling to myself, I found a pen and some paper and then wrote her a note.
I left with the dildo tucked under my arm.
I knew what I was doing when I took that thing back and wrote that note. I was basically daring her to get in contact with me again. I knew I wasn’t going to call her, although I wanted to, but I also knew that by taking the dildo I basically guaranteed she’d call me.
I wanted her to. I knew that I did. It was fucking stupid and insane, but I wanted another taste.
“You okay, bro?”
I nodded, finishing my set. “Yeah. Why?”
“You look distracted.”
“I’m lifting some heavy fucking weights, so yeah, I’m trying to distract myself.”
“Where were you last night?”
“Went to that fight.”
Calvin laughed. “You serious?”
“Yeah, I’m serious.”
“I didn’t know you were into that.”
“I am.”
“Okay, man. It’s just that, the last time I mentioned going, you told me that those fights were for scumbags and losers.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Sure you did.” Calvin laughed. “Anyway, I’m done for the day.”
I nodded, feeling a nice, comfortably burn in my muscles. “Same.”
We headed down the hallway back toward the locker room. We stripped down and got into separate showers. Calvin liked to hum while he washed, which made it easy for me to tune out and picture Charley’s body against mine.
When I was finished, I got out and toweled off. Calvin was still humming away like a weird
“Fine. But I’ll also make sure you lose your job and never work again.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Did you miss the part where I said I’m a gangster? Of course I can fucking do that.”
“What do you want?”
“Five thousand dollars.”
I shook my head, laughing. “I can’t do that. I don’t have that kind of money. I don’t get paid shit.”
“Too bad. You have three weeks.” He grinned at me. “Better write that article.”
“I thought you wanted to protect your friend?”
He shrugged. “I want money more. Three weeks.” He sipped his coffee and then put it down. I watched as he walked out of my apartment and shut the door behind him.
A chill ran down my spine. He came into my apartment and left with a terrifying ease, like he had no problem breaking into someone’s apartment. I wanted to burn the mug he drank from.
Instead, I sat down on the couch, my mind moving in circles.
I didn’t want to write that article anymore. I wanted to leave Bull alone, or maybe even come clean to him.
But I could lose my whole career, or maybe even worse. Bull would never help me, of course, since I was betraying him. I couldn’t mess with the mob, not if I was smart.
I didn’t want to write the article. I had to write the article.
I felt trapped, and I couldn’t see any way out.
14
Bull
I could still feel her tight hips as I thrust myself against her. I loved the way she had pretended to push back against me, but she’d let me pin her arms back while she took my fucking cock.
She knew the game, and she loved it. I hadn’t been able to help myself as I took her body, and a day later I still wanted more.
She was a journalist. She was the damn enemy. And yet fucking the enemy felt so good.
I’d been with plenty of women in my life. Groupies always wanted a taste of the Bull, and I was willing to give them a ride. I fucked them and I forgot about them as soon as I left the room.
But not Charley. She was the first woman as far as I could remember who made me want another taste.
And that was fucking bad. I should keep myself far, far away from her, but I couldn’t.
That morning, I woke up early, before sunrise. She was snoring in my arms, sleeping so peacefully. I couldn’t fucking believe I had fallen asleep with her, and I slowly got up, careful not to wake her.
I should have just gotten out of there and forgotten about the whole thing, but instead, I snuck into her bedroom and found that dildo right next to her bed. Smiling to myself, I found a pen and some paper and then wrote her a note.
I left with the dildo tucked under my arm.
I knew what I was doing when I took that thing back and wrote that note. I was basically daring her to get in contact with me again. I knew I wasn’t going to call her, although I wanted to, but I also knew that by taking the dildo I basically guaranteed she’d call me.
I wanted her to. I knew that I did. It was fucking stupid and insane, but I wanted another taste.
“You okay, bro?”
I nodded, finishing my set. “Yeah. Why?”
“You look distracted.”
“I’m lifting some heavy fucking weights, so yeah, I’m trying to distract myself.”
“Where were you last night?”
“Went to that fight.”
Calvin laughed. “You serious?”
“Yeah, I’m serious.”
“I didn’t know you were into that.”
“I am.”
“Okay, man. It’s just that, the last time I mentioned going, you told me that those fights were for scumbags and losers.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Sure you did.” Calvin laughed. “Anyway, I’m done for the day.”
I nodded, feeling a nice, comfortably burn in my muscles. “Same.”
We headed down the hallway back toward the locker room. We stripped down and got into separate showers. Calvin liked to hum while he washed, which made it easy for me to tune out and picture Charley’s body against mine.
When I was finished, I got out and toweled off. Calvin was still humming away like a weird
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