I wonder if they’d act on it? Right now, I’d enjoy ripping that crimson dress right off this uppity bitch to fuck her on my desk in front of everyone.
“I’m searching for my sister. I was hoping you could tell me if you’ve seen her.”
I crack a grin—not a friendly one. “What are you willing to give me for it?” I take pussy, drugs, and cash. I’m guessing she has two out of three to offer me.
She draws in a quick breath, her determination showing as her brow wrinkles. She doesn’t take my bait. “This is a serious matter, I assure you. My sister has been gone for nearly two months now, and her family is extremely worried. I’m worried. Please be sensible about this and let me know if you’ve seen her.” She holds out a photo to me. She’s got clear gloss on her nails with white tips. They’re nothing like the long bright nails I’m used to bitches raking over my back as I fuck them. I guess hers are long enough to make me feel them. We’ll see.
I don’t reach to take it, but instead, keep my eyes locked with hers. I want to stir up some shit, see how trained these jackasses really are. Her long-lost sister is the least of my issues, and she’s gotta play to pay, but she doesn’t seem to get that just yet. “That all you’ve got to offer me? Let me make this easy on you: I accept, pussy, drugs, and cash as payment.”
“How much will it cost me to get you to look at the photo?” She’s brazen I’ll give her that, coming at me so boldly and not being an eager club whore. Clearly, she’s used to having backup, ‘cause most bitches will barely speak a peep when I come face-to-face with ‘em unless it’s to beg me to take their pussy or mouth. I can bark at them to suck my cock, and they drop to do as they’re told. I have a feeling Alice would tell me no. That’s one fuck of a challenge I can’t simply pass up. I will get inside her pussy, no matter how long it takes me.
I shrug, my eyes crinkling with amusement. “Now we’re getting somewhere, and I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want money or drugs; I want your warm, wet cunt.”
She gasps in outrage, and the bodyguard closest to her lunges for me. “Stop!” she yells suddenly, clenching onto the suit’s arm. She stands between him and me.
I’ve merely stood from my chair, waiting for him to get close enough for me to hit.
“Please, Richardson,” she soothes. “Th-this is important. They could be the key to finding Madison to us going home with my little sister.”
“You don’t deserve that kind of disrespect,” he argues, still not casting a look in my direction.
The pansy-ass is whipped. I want to taunt his ass for it, but I wait to see if she’ll take me up on my request. I won’t force her to give it up. I’ve never had to, and I won’t start that now. There are too many women out there giving gash up for free, to take it from one.
She agrees. “I know, but please, just let me handle this.”
“Fine,” he grits eventually, not liking it one bit. He steps back in his original spot like a good little soldier.
I chuckle. I can’t help it. I’m a fucking dick and find this entirely too entertaining. My guys quietly wait for my next move. Whiskey perches on his desk while Blow and Plague chill against the wall on either side of our company. Right now, they’re doing what they’re supposed to and waiting for my lead. If I decide to hit someone, they’ll make sure to have my back.
She faces me again, her beauty making me swear under my breath. Fuck, this woman is on another level entirely when it comes to the ass I see on the regular. “Please.”
Exhaling a sigh, I rub the back of my neck. I want to get her flustered into giving me what I want, but I need to get her alone. Right now, she has these imbeciles to lean on, and I need to change that up. I murmur, going for a less confrontational approach, “You want me to look? Then take a walk with me.”
“Okay, I can do that,” she readily agrees, taking a step back as I stand once more and come around my desk. Her guys shuffle