Page 31 of Mob Saint

But I’m supposed to wait around for the summons as though I have nothing else to do until he deems me worthy of his time.

Me

Text me when you’re back.

Gareth

Try not to fuck anything up like you usually do. Your life might be miserable but you don’t need to make everyone else’s too.

Me

I could also punch you in the dick but I don’t think you want that either. Fuck all the way off. I’ll come when I feel like it.

That’s not true, and we both know it. If I didn’t show up until I wanted to, I’d never go. If I punched him in the dick, my hand would have to touch his junk. Neither of us wants that—I don’t want to touch him, and he doesn’t want the pain.

Gareth

Testy testy. You already know how fast things can be taken from you. Do you want to lose more? By the way, your dad’s here for a meeting.

Me

The threats are getting old. So are the insults.

But they still work. I know he’s manipulating me. I know he’s a douche. But I believe his threats. I’ve seen what he does to people who don’t believe him. I don’t want that for my dad.

Gareth

The only thing old--and fat--is you

I don’t respond. There’s no point. I’ve heard it all before. Whether he means the specific insults, he means the manipulation. I’m not so stupid or naïve not to recognize it. But he owns me just like his dad did.

If Seamus knew…

Fuck. He’s going to be here soon.

I hurry to finish getting ready. I tug down my top and twist to see my ass in the mirror. I think these are flattering jeans, and they’re comfy too. That counts more than anything these days.

The doorbell rings, and I jog downstairs.

“Coming!”

I wish I was. I suspect it’s Seamus, and that’s exactly what I want to do when I’m with him. I want him to say the same thing—that he’s coming—and I did that for him.

I open the door and step aside. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He offers me a bright smile that turns rueful. “Did Gareth text you already?

“How’d you know?” I didn’t expect—nor want—that to be his greeting.

“I know lots of things about him.”

An informant or bug told him Gareth’s traveling.

“I’m sorry you wasted your time coming all the way over here.”

“I live five minutes away. And it’s never a waste to be around you.”

His voice drops like twenty decibels when he admits the second part. He had me pinned to a table with my hands above my head as he ground his cock into me. I think we’re beyond shyness. He makes my heart flutter to see how—mmm—not quite self-conscious and not exactly reserved—unsure?—of himself he gets when he doesn’t know how I might react. It’s endearing. It makes me feel like I’m something or someone unique to him, so he’s not sure how to proceed. That I’m not like everyone else in his life.

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