Chapter 209
Thomas’s phone dinged again, and this time, he silenced it.
He knew it would be Silas calling; he had been blowing up his phone for hours now.
Thomas leaned forward, fiddling with the pen. “So Chen, tell me why you couldn’t do your job as manager?”
Chen moved closer, his eyes gleaming with fear. “I can, sir. It was… just a lot for me.”
“I admire your honesty, but in this line of work, you need assertiveness. Your customers can’t see you as incapable,” Thomas said.
He wasn’t capable of running a club either, but he ran a company–which wasn’t so different.
He looked at Chen, whose expression was filled with remorse. “Uncle Mike made you manager, and I’m sure he saw something in you. That’s the only reason I’m not going to yell.”
Plus, he was stressed out–mentally and physically. His thoughts drifted to Uncle Mike, and his chest tightened.
“Thank you so much, sir,” Chen said, bowing slightly.
“Address that waitress and have her apologize to the customer. If she refuses, be ready to fire her,” Thomas said firmly.
Chen’s eyes widened, and he swallowed. “Yes, sir.”
“Alright.”
When Chen left, Thomas sighed, rubbing his head down to his face. He could feel the fatigue burrowing into his bones, and he feared that if he gave in, he would crash–harder than anything.
“Not yet,” he muttered as he unlocked his laptop.
For the past few days, he had been overseeing Night Bird. Mateo Castro was on his neck, saying business had to go on as usual.
He knew he had dug a deeper grave for himself by agreeing to manage the club, but it was kind of too late.
It had been for a long time–he had just been in denial.
Shaking his thoughts away, Thomas scrolled through the designs his architect had sent over. His house had to be rebuilt from scratch. The fire had destroyed most of the foundation, making it impossible to patch.
As he scrolled, anger raced inside him.
“Fucking Rosie,” he scoffed, clenching his jaw.
Not only did he have to spend more money to rebuild, he had to also provide temporary accommodation for all of his staff. And there was Silas, oblivious to the struggle he was going through, and Wade, who was always bothering him.
Guilt swirled in his chest as he remembered his fight with Silas. It had been unnecessary; he knew that. But he also knew that if he hadn’t done it, it
would have caused even more trouble.
Giving into the feeling, he reached for his phone to apologize to Silas, but it dinged with a message again. It was from an unknown number, but he opened it.
Thomas gasped. It wasn’t a text. It was a video message from Rosie. When he played it, a chill ran down his spine. She was completely naked, her breasts dangling as she faced the camera.
“This number will be unavailable once I’m done sending you this,” Rosie said on screen. She angled the camera so he could see all of her
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His dick hardened instantly. He knew he was supposed to ignore the message and block her, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it
Rosie parted her legs on camera, revealing her opening; wet and glistening. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined her scent. His insides exploded as his brain recreated it.
“Want to see how wet I am?” Rosie asked. Then she dipped two fingers inside herself. “Thomas,” she moaned as she plunged deeper.
Thomas’s chest tightened with desire. He had no idea what her plan was with this, but he liked it.
Hé quickly took off his trousers, pulled out his dick with one hand, and held the phone tightly with the other.
He squeezed his tip, jerking up and down as he watched Rosie open her legs wider on the screen.
“Ah, Rosie,” he moaned, tightening his grip around his length, jolting faster, his head filled with Rosie’s moans. His hand moved quickly, matching the pace she used to pleasure herself.
“I’m coming,” Rosie cried, her eyes rolling back as her pace intensified. “Ahh,” she let out a final cry. When she removed her fingers, they were covered in her release–and it drove him crazy.
But he wasn’t done.
He returned the video to the moment she set the camera and continued to rock himself.
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He shut his eyes to her moans, imagining himself thrusting into her. A wave of ecstasy rushed inside him, and he groaned, spilling on Uncle Mike’s office
floor.
His vision blurred for a second before he exhaled and composed himself.
He turned off Rosie’s video and hovered over the delete button, but decided not to.
He would need it again.
Just as he stood to clean himself, the door burst open.
He frowned and gasped when he saw who walked in. “Mateo?”
Mateo rushed to him, his eyes wide. “FBI agents are here!”
Thomas’s heart dropped as he quickly fastened his trousers. “How did they find you here?”
“That’s not the point,” Mateo growled. “Save me!”
Thomas racked his brain, then his forehead creased. “Your tattoo. You didn’t cover it.”
Mateo touched his forehead. “I was tired of the foundation. It makes me look soft.”
Nothing about Mateo looked soft, not even when the giant star tattoo was covered. But Thomas didn’t say that.
He bit his lip as a thought struck. “Come. Uncle Mike has a safe room here. Let’s just hope the password is still the same.”
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Thomas moved to the waterfall painting the wall and shifted it. Behind it was a steel door with a keypad lock. He tried the first password Uncle Mike gave him and was surprised when the door chimed open.
“Get in,” he said. “Stay there until I say the coast is clear.”
Mateo nodded and entered. Thomas locked the door behind him, and for a moment, the idea of locking Mateo in there forever felt pleasing. After all, he was the cause of everything.
But that would just invite more trouble, Mateo’s men were loyal and they would find him.
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Shaking the thought away, Thomas adjusted his clothes and stepped out of the office.
The night had already started; he could hear the low rumble of music coming from downstairs. He walked through the corridor leading to the stairs and the music grew louder.
Thomas leaned against the failing, his eyes scanning the floor below.
There was a crowd tonight, all of them grooving to the rhythm.
Hé narrowed his eyes and then saw them.
Agents.
All dressed weirdly for a nightclub. From his view, he caught their silent signals, their wandering eyes, and the way they moved stealthily among the
crowd.
His stomach churned. What was he supposed to do now?
As he was still contemplating, his eyes caught Bailey, roaming through the crowd.
What was she doing here? Was she a fed too?
She waved at him, and he waved back. He watched her exchange a glance with one of the agents–it was swift, almost missable, but he saw it.
If Bailey was an agent… he was in real trouble.
Quickly, he went downstairs, the music blasting even louder. He found her among the crowd.
“What are you doing here?” she shouted above the music.
“This is Uncle Mike’s club. I’m taking care of it until he gets better,” he shouted back. “And you?”
“Just here to have fun,” she said, dancing.
Thomas looked at her black suit and frowned. “Like this?”
“Just came from a dinner. Couldn’t change,” she replied.
He didn’t say anything, he just waited for her to speak.
Bailey moved closer. “Did you happen to see a man with a tattoo on his forehead?”
His heart tightened, but he steadied himself. “No. Why?”
“Oh, nothing. We were-” The music drowned out the rest.
He didn’t need to hear it, he knew she was lying. Mateo would never have spoken to her.
“Yeah,” he nodded. Their eyes met, and for a split second, he saw anger in hers. He stepped closer, tired of pretending. “Why don’t you and your friends go home?”
Bailey blinked, her brow creasing for only a second before she stepped forward. “Whatever you Stones are hiding, I will find it.”
Thomas’s heart sank as Bailey walked away, followed by her agent friends.
