Page 212 of Savage Bosses

A short time later, the limo drops me off at the restaurant, and I get out and stroll inside. These meetings are a pain in my ass, but I know I'm safe because the chauffeur is also my security. He drops me off and then parks the car before coming inside and finding a seat nearby.

My guys have such a good reputation, that all they have to do is make a call, and he's at the next table over, listening and waiting.

Before I head to their table, I make a quick stop in the bathroom. I change into a pair of tennis shoes and pee, just in case.

When I get to the table, Jake pulls out the chair for me. "It's about time." He takes a look at my feet, frowning. "What the heck do you have on? When you meet us, you need to be dressed correctly. Next time, wear heels. You do it for them."

Stupid fucker. I roll my eyes. I find myself doing it a lot when it comes to them. "No. I wear what I want."

"You wouldn't want me releasing the video would you?" he threatens for the umpteenth time since we started this shit.

I tilt my head. "You know… If you release my pictures, you lose your leverage for the big picture. Quit threatening shit."

Jake's face tightens as he looks away. He takes a seat and stops talking.

Smarmy leers at my chest. "We're going to have you sign some contracts with those bosses' names. It's time to take my business back."

"Nope." I shake my head quickly. "Not performing forgery. It's bad enough I have to do this crap you have going on; I draw the line at this. Show the pictures, plaster them on a billboard for all I care. I'm not doing it."

"You and your bosses' names will be smeared all over the place if I do that. Your reputation will be ruined. No one will want to do business with you all, and their business will go under," Smarmy coaxes.

Jake is in the other chair, giggling like a twelve-year-old.

Both of these fuckers suck.

"Let me think about it, and I'll let you know." I'll just put it off as long as I can.

Jake decides to speak. "Don't take too long–"

"I know, you'll put the pictures out." I turn to Smarmy again. "What about the money that was paid to you for your business? Are you giving it back?"

His head goes back. "Why would I do that? This way, I have the business and the money. Your bosses will be left with nothing." He moves closer to me, and I cringe. "You can come work for me if you'd like. I'd be happy to take a piece of what you've been giving them."

My lips curl. "I would cut it off and throw it in the ocean before I let it near me." I stand. "I have to go. As always, it's been real."

I stand to leave, and Smarmy tries again. "Stay for dinner. It'll be nice."

"No, thank you. I'll end up waking up naked in some nasty place." I leave, and the chauffeur follows me a few moments later, leaving out the back door and meeting me out front. When he opens the door for me, relief fills me as my men are waiting for me inside. I slide in the plastic seat as Drew lets up the blinds.

They watch as I strip completely naked and leave everything in the plastic I'm sitting on. I wrap it up and then change into the sweats I brought along with me. I'll need to take a shower and wash my hair when I get home, but this goes a long way. My clothes always end up at some crime boss' office. I don't know what is being said in those meetings, but Smarmy is getting a lot of senseless bullshit.

I don't know whether it's one of my guys who has the connection or someone who works for them, but I'm not asking.

There are things better left unknown.

When we get to Marsten's house. I head straight to the master bathroom and get into the shower, while they try to save my purse for me. Luckily, I didn't spend a lot for it, so if it's not salvageable, then it's okay.

My clothes are left in the car, to their new home where they hear nonsense all night long.

I'm hoping I don't have to do this too much longer.

Chapter Twelve

I

stroll into the office this morning to no guys, but their mothers are waiting for me. All are wearing varying looks of expectancy. "Um… hello?"

"Nixon, just the person we want to see," Ava, Marsten's mother, says.

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