Special Kind of Twisted (Gator Bait MC Book 6) by Lani Lynn Vale

Author:Lani Lynn Vale [Vale, Lani Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lani Lynn Vale
Published: 2023-05-22T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 12

Please hesitate to reach out.

-Davis to a client

DAVIS

“Listen up, you little prick,” my newest client said. “I’m everyone and you’re no one. You’re so last year that it’s not even funny. What would you fuckin’ know about bodyguarding? I could pick you up and toss you over my shoulder.”

The fact that I’d left town for this little joke of a professional baseball player was really playing with my nerves.

I looked at the man that hired me.

At one point in time, we’d played on the same team. We’d spent hours and hours on end watching game tape, talking, playing together, practicing. You name it, and we fuckin’ did it.

Now, he was a coach, and he was supposed to be someone that this “player” looked up to.

I could see him losing his cool, though.

“I’m not a fuckin’ dumbass,” Hancock “Parts” Peters snapped.

The man, also known as the moron in my brain for the last ten minutes, squinted his eyes. “I like how you think that just because your hot fuck of a wife recommended him, you think that I’ll just go along with it. He’s an ex-baseball player. What could he do for me that I can’t?”

I saw the moment that Hancock changed his mind about helping this fool.

I knew that my trip to Miami was a wasted effort.

The only reason that I’d taken the job was because of Hancock. If his desire to help was gone, my desire to be there would be gone just as quickly.

“I’m sorry, but what did you say about my Sway?” Hancock gave him a chance to backpedal, but the dumb fuck didn’t take it.

“Listen,” McGillicutty grumbled. “It’s nothing against her. She’s hot AF in that big girl kind of way. But she shouldn’t control…”

Before Hancock could swing and hit the poor dummy, I got up and stood between them.

“Well, since you have that viewpoint on me already, I suppose that means that my services aren’t required,” I told Van McGillicutty. “You do still owe me for the airfare to get here, as well as the billable hours I’ve spent ‘guarding’ you for the last six hours while you did whatever you did here today.” I gestured at the building surrounding us. “And for your information, there are about six young girls out there looking to get their breasts signed. I’d recommend against that because one of them is carrying a Glock 43 in her waistband. I’m not saying that she’s gonna shoot you, but there’s a definite possibility.”

McGillicutty’s eye twitched. “I’m not paying you shit.”

I laughed. “You already signed the contract.”

“I didn’t…” He trailed off as he remembered signing the contract. “I didn’t mean it.”

“Doesn’t really matter if you meant it or not,” I pointed out. “What does matter is that you did. Sorry for your bad luck.”

I gathered my one overnight bag that I’d yet to drop in at the hotel.

Once it was thrown over my shoulder, I gave Hancock a look and he followed me outside.

The door slammed closed behind us, and I started to laugh in the poor guy’s face.

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