Page 92 of Explosive Prejudice

“You think you can mess with me?” His body tensed, and he stood straight, placing the glass on the table.

“Not at all. In fact, I thought a good Catholic such as yourself would appreciate it.” I cocked my head in the direction of the cross necklace hanging around his neck.

His face was a mask of nothingness as he tucked the gold chain into his shirt. “You know I like you, Diesel, right?” His eyes were empty, hollow, just like his soul. “I have ever since you first came to me.” He moved to sit on the chair in front of me, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back. “I liked you even more when you took that hit for me.”

A few months ago, we were out doing some business when some idiot tried to make a move on Dion with a knife. I stopped the motherfucker but got sliced in the process. I had no idea what had happened to that person, but I could imagine.

“I’m thrilled that you like me,” I grunted, ready to get up when he snorted a laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him. “What is it?”

He met my stare. “You’re missing my point. I’m saying that I like you for now… So don’t make me stop.” He didn’t need to say another word. The threat was clear, yet I didn’t care. With Iván getting his parole, all I had to do was grit my teeth and swallow my pride for the next two months until he was out, and I’d be able to walk away from the club.

Two months, and that was it.

Shay-Lee would bitch about it, but I’d shut him up with my cock. The lovely image put a smile on my face, already making me forget Dion and his threats.

“I’m gonna go now.”

After my short and unpleasant talk with Dion, I went out for a quick smoke. As I took a hit from the cig, I tried calling Shay-Lee to see what he was up to. Never in my life had I given a shit about what someone else was doing, and here I was, waiting for the idiot to pick up.

“Fucker,” I hissed when I was sent to voicemail. Checking the time, it was rather late, so perhaps he was already asleep.

With the cig shoved between my lips, I scrolled through my phone when something occurred to me. After a quick search, I found the file I had nearly forgotten about and hit Play.

“Let’s stop using the term ‘false testimony’ because if we’re honest, we both know those jerks are homophobic assholes on top of being rapists.”

While I viewed this conversion from a totally different perspective now, understanding that Shay-Lee was doing something right for once in his life, it still left me concerned about the nature of Shay-Lee and Jordan’s relationship and if it was something I even needed to worry about.

Shay-Lee used to be obsessed with Miles, but I no longer got that vibe. Imagining Shay-Lee and Miles in bed together was ridiculous. From the little I knew, Miles wasn’t about sticking his dick into anyone, and Shay-Lee? Picturing him trying to top me made me snort a laugh.

Back to Jordan. He must have meant something to him, especially when Shay-Lee refused to even talk about the guy. As bitter as jealousy tasted on my tongue, I couldn’t deny it. I was an obsessive man, but so was Shay-Lee, considering how he got Mrs. Morrison’s ass fired. Right before the last period, she was escorted out of the building by two police detectives with her hands cuffed behind her back. It had nothing to do with her sleeping with a student and everything to do with her using the school funds to pay for a cottage in Aspen. At least, that was what the rumor said. Anyway, I’d have to ask Shay-Lee about it.

With my finger still hovering over the Delete button, I paused for a moment. Taking one last drag from the cig, I waited for the smoke to settle deep in my lungs. Once it did, I blew it out and pressed Delete in the same go.

I wouldn’t use it against him no matter what, and besides, I no longer needed a lousy voice recording to have him by the throat, as I so forcefully claimed in the past. Now, all I had to do was to ask, and he’d offer me his gorgeous neck.

“There you are. A client is waiting for you,” said the bouncer, who stepped out of the back entrance.

“I said I’m not doing private shows tonight.”

The bouncer shrugged. “Well, the boss said otherwise, so get your ass into the pearl suite.”

I sighed, tossing the cig on the ground and stomping it with my shoe, then headed back inside the club. It was going to be a long fucking night and an even longer two months if I had to decline each and every patron who’d requested me personally.

With my mask secured to my face, I checked myself and stepped into the private suite. “I’m not going to fuck you,” I said before so much as looking at the room. My tone was annoyed and hostile, enough to scare the client off.

“Well, that’s a shame,” a voice I recognized all too well teased, and I looked up in surprise.

“Shay-Lee?” I nearly barked his name with a big-ass grin plastered on my face at the sight of him sitting on the bed, wearing a sexy little outfit. He had on a white cropped top, showing off his perfect abs, defined V, and the waistband of a jockstrap peeking from underneath his ripped jeans.

Holy shit.

I bit my lips, taking a second to shake out of my shock before I could react to him.

“What are you doing here?”

He stood and crossed the room until he reached me. “I came to see you.” He took off my mask, tossing it over his shoulder. With his fingers on my jaw, he angled me to look at him rather than at my mask, which had landed on the mattress. “Aren’t you happy I’m here?”

I grabbed his waist and lifted him. Once he wrapped his legs around my waist, I walked us to the bed and laid him on his back.

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