Rough Riders by Silver Jordan

Author:Silver, Jordan [Silver, Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-08-11T05:00:00+00:00

Jarvis was in his office on the phone when I got there, so I walked in and pulled up a seat across from him. He held up his finger for me to wait and I quirked my brow at him. He got the message.

“Ahem, yes, well I’ll have to get back to you later on that, I have a very pressing matter that just came up.” He made his excuses and hung up the phone.

“So, young Mr. Mallory you’re back.” He gave me this smirk like he knew some shit I didn’t. I hate those fucking looks, they always mean I have to end up popping a motherfucker, and it was too damn early in the fucking day.

I didn’t say anything, just kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get to the fucking point so I could be on my way. He started fixing the papers on his desk nervously, and I knew he was about to piss me the fuck off.

“I’ve been hearing some things last night and this morning.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” He gave me what I like to call the shark grin, and fixed his jacket.

“Heard you had a little run-in with the Potter boy and they’re out for blood.” Now why the fuck would that make you happy asshole?

“Heard that did you? Well what the fuck does that have to do with you and I?” I know what his deal was; he thought that because I was flying solo today that he could play the role with me. He had no idea that more often than not, my men were there to keep me cool. He wasn’t looking so cocky now since I’d paired the question with my signature death glare.

“Now since you want to be so fucking smart I’ve decided to take ten grand off the agreed upon price.”

“What? You can’t do that we had a deal.”

Fucker wanted to get huffy. “Keep talking and I’ll take off five-thousand dollar increments, don’t fuck with me asshole. And tell whoever the fuck is feeding you info that the Mallorys aren’t afraid of the Potters, never were, never will be. So if you were thinking of backing that horse you’re fucked. Now give me the deed to my shit so I can get the fuck outta here.”

He couldn’t get into his desk fast enough, stupid fuck; he’d just cost himself ten grand for being an ass. Did he know Wayne Potter had fucked with what’s mine? He’s lucky I didn’t beat the shit outta him for bringing that shit up to me, the fuck.

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