Cut (The Devil's Due) by Tracey Ward

Author:Tracey Ward [Ward, Tracey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Josh

“Women love you, College Boy,” Skeeze shouts at me over the din of the bar.

Friday night has the place packed, and while Raw and I are done dealing scripts for the night – my strict No-Business-After-Midnight Rule in full affect – the weed business is still booming. Skeeze has a small, black duffel bag next to him in the booth and he’s been dealing out of it all evening. In the month since we went into business together, the Due have seen a spike in sales. Mostly college kids.

I would be getting a cut of their profits, if fair was fair.

“Not as much as I’d like,” I mutter into my beer.

Skeeze snorts. “Oh, boo-fuckin’-hoo, bro. You could slam any piece of ass in this bar tonight, but you won’t because you’re a pussy.”

“How am I a pussy?”

“You never go for it.”

“He’s got a point,” Raw agrees lazily. He’s sitting in the curve of the booth, his arms slung over the back as he surveys the club. “I’ve seen women throw themselves at you and you don’t do jack about it.”

“You’ve seen girls try to pay me for product with sex,” I argue. “That’s not exactly women falling in love with me.”

“That’s your fuckin’ problem, Romeo. You’re looking for love. That shit doesn’t exist.”

“What’s your problem with trading trim for product?” Skeeze asks. “You above paying for it?”

“A little bit, yeah. You guys aren’t?”

Raw shrugs. “I don’t know. If I was hard up enough and I had coin in my pocket, I’d pay to get off. Sometimes you just gotta scratch that itch, you know?”

“I’ve paid for it,” Skeeze answers unapologetically. “But I paid for the good stuff. Like, the whole experience.”

“What kind of experience?” I ask curiously.

Raw shakes his head. “You don’t want to ask him that.”

“I hired a dominatrix,” Skeeze tells me proudly.

“Oh damn,” I breathe. “You went whips and chains and everything?”

“Whips, yeah. Chains, no. She tied me up and tortured me for an hour.” He smiles blissfully. “Best hour of my damn life.”

“Sexually tortured you or POW tortured you?”

“Both.”

“Christ.”

“Don’t judge, man. We all got our kinks. You’ve got yours, you just haven’t told us what it is yet.”

I don’t think that’s true; I don’t have a kink. I have an obsession, that’s for sure. And I’m looking right at her.

Harlow is behind the bar tonight. She knows I’m here but she hasn’t run off like she likes to do lately. I don’t think she can. The place is packed, the girls and even Hyde is behind the bar serving drinks. It’s a rare thing for one of the boys to jump in and help out. They have to be desperate for more hands to make it happen and as it is tonight, Hyde does not look happy. He’s handling all the beer orders. If you ask him for a mixed drink, you’re getting a stern look and an eerie silence until you walk that shit back and order a Coors.

“You better get some and soon,” Skeeze warns me.

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