Page 9 of Tiny's Law

Once I get bored with watching Shaye’s ass shake in her shorts as she cleans, I close my eyes. Sure, she’s hot, but sitting on a chair while needles drag through my skin isn’t the best place to pop a stiffy. Especially considering my brother’s girl is the one touching me. I drop the back of my head to the chair while visions of code flash through my mind. I know it’s fucking odd, but it calms me.

“You going to The Castle tomorrow?” Flame asks, breaking the silence after nearly an hour.

I look at my watch, realizing that today is, in fact, Tuesday. I nod. “I didn’t go last week, so if I don’t go this week, I think Ghost might kick my ass.”

Brenna giggles. “I’m going to go too.”

“No shit?” Brenna hasn’t come to Family Night very often since the incident that almost caused us to lose her and Pebbles.

“It’s time. I love being around everyone, and I miss my friends from The Castle. So I’m going to come. I’m actually going to get behind the bar.”

I rear back at that. “Oh?”

She nods with a blush. “Ryan asked me. Roy needs the night off, and he says since school has started back up, they have been super busy.”

“That one club near the school closed,” Flame adds.

Trinity is the big school in the city, and since there aren’t many 18 and up clubs around, it doesn’t surprise me that they all flock to The Castle. Not only can you get in if you’re under 21, but you also get to see a lot of beautiful women butt-ass naked. What college-aged kid doesn’t want that?

Another two hours later, Brenna finally calls it a night on my arm. We only started on the outline and a third of the shading, but I think she could tell my exhaustion, mixed with the pain of the tattoo, was starting to get to me.

Normally, I’m not so much of a baby about it, but I haven’t slept more than two consecutive hours in the last four days.

“Thanks again, babe. It’s going to look fucking awesome,” I call over to Brenna from my spot near the front desk. She smiles brightly while cleaning up her station.

“I should be thanking you for trusting me with your skin.”

“Let’s book your next one,” Shaye says after running my card through the reader.

After booking another appointment for a month from today, I stop by Flame’s station before heading out.

It’s only a 7-minute drive from the shop to my house, and before all of this shit started happening, I would normally make my way to the club, have a few beers, and crash there. Instead, I’ve been spending every spare minute at my house obsessing over figuring this shit out. My sleep schedule is shit, so I know myself well enough to know that as soon as I get inside, I’m going to lock myself in my home office and work until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.

Unlocking the three deadbolts, I make my way inside to disarm the alarm and then fasten the locks behind me again.

I force myself to eat leftovers that Flame’s mom, Maria, dropped off before heading to my office. In this state, I don’t even care that the lasagna is cold as shit and probably should’ve been eaten two days ago.

Hours later, I’m still stuck on this damn fucking firewall.

I slam my fist down on the wood and shove my laptop away from me. Spinning in my chair, I aimlessly look at the large 65” screen that houses pages of different camera views. I only monitor the main areas of the businesses and the exteriors. I learned that the hard way when Lilah asked me to put a camera in her office since that’s where her safe is kept. I may or may not have figured out very early on that not only were Ringer and Lilah fucking, but I’m pretty damn sure they’re either married or engaged since she also wore a big-as-fuck ring on her finger while in her office.

It was a simple accident that led me to come across the footage. I’m not a voyeur, and I’ll go to the grave before I tell Ringer I saw his fucking ol’ lady suck him off in her office. But after the bakery fire, I went back, trying to find some sort of evidence. Unfortunately for me, I found no evidence. I just made a discovery that, prior to then, Ringer and Lilah were trying their best to ‘hide.’

I quickly flip through the screens of the hundreds of cameras I have placed around town, and once I’m satisfied that all is quiet, I lock the door to my office and head to bed.

On my way upstairs, I vaguely consider jacking off. I need the fucking release. But as soon as my head hits the pillow, the world around me goes dark as the need to sleep wins.

Chapter 4

Kourtney

“Is that everything?” Owen asks breathlessly as he drops a box on my brand-new coffee table.

“I think so,” I shrug with a smile. Raising my arms out to my sides, I do a little spin in the open space with a smile taking over my face. “Isn’t this place amazing?”

I focus my gaze on where Reggie is standing, holding Meatball in his arms, which would be insanely impressive if Reggie didn’t look like he was five seconds from dropping him.

“I can’t believe you moved here,” Reggie’s voice cracks, and I watch his Adam's apple bob as he forces a smile. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

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