Page 80 of Roulette: The Madam

“I need to see you, Roulette,”Matías groaned, “My balls are blue and so is my world right now. It’s been four weeks. Just say the number, and it’s yours.”

“Money isn’t the issue here, Matty. It’s my time, honey. No matter how much you plan to stuff into my account, you can’t buy me more hours in a day. I’m swamped.”

“Let me come to yo–”

“It doesn’t matter who comes to who. Every second of my day is occupied at the moment. When I’m free of my responsibilities,we can revisit this conversation, but until then this isn’t a subject I’m interested in.”

“Understood.” He sighed, sounding nothing like the monster he truly was.

I pulled my thighs together to suppress the thudding that had been birthed at the sound of his voice on my line. Matías wanted to see me and was willing to spend whatever to make it happen. Unfortunately, I wasn’t pressed for his paper at the moment. I was focused on mine. And, mine was priority over everythingbutfamily. Matías was a good time but he wasn’t a good enough time to reconsider my schedule and throw my entire timeline off.

“Straighten your face, handsome. Just a little while longer.”

“You’ve been working too hard, Mami. You deserve to buy yourself something nice.”

“Um hm,” I agreed, watching the cameras from my desk.

Today was unlike the others since my return to Clarke. Today was the first day of operations. Childer’s operations. Our process had been altered as we adjusted to our new normal, but things had changed.

We were all back in the States or returning soon enough. With everyone, except Chem, in their rightful places, it was business as usual. Our first round of potential partners would be sitting at a round table with me at the very top in a matter of minutes. It felt good to be home. But, it felt even better to be back in business.

However, everything was different this time. I’d allowed someone to slip into my establishment and cause harm to my entire family. My antennas were up. My intuition was sharpened. My eyes were open. My ears were to the walls. And, my Glock was ready to lay something down before they had the chance to violate us the way Egypt had.

While her mission was to bring us down, she’d lifted Teddy in the process. I couldn’t hold a grudge with her if I wanted to. She had given us much more than she’d taken from us.

Everything she’d played a hand in destroying could be rebuilt. We would never get another lover for Chemistry in this lifetime. We’d never get another Jru. I wouldn’t get another handsome nephew from my brother. She had repaid her debt a hundred times over.

“I will call you sometime this week, Roulette. Check your account in a few minutes. There will be something inside for you. Go buy yourself something nice.”

“Gracías, Papi.”

“Later this week.”

“Later this week,” I confirmed before ending the call.

It had been over three months since Matías had entered my garden and planted beautiful things. Every so often he requested a harvest, and I was gracious enough to allow it. Not because he asked, but because I liked the way he stroked my pussy, pampered me, and understood his position in my life.

He barely held one at all. Matías was no fool. He accepted his role in my world and didn’t put up a fuss. He was one of a few men on my growing roster, but he was the easiest and undoubtedly the richest. His dick and his dome were prioritized. The other four men beating down my line couldn’t tell a soul how my pussy tasted. They hadn’t even smelled my lady parts yet.

I stood from my desk and smoothed the wrinkles of my skirt down past my thighs. The halter I wore barely covered my breasts, leaving a small patch of the underside of my boobs exposed. I appreciated the air beneath them. It kept me cool on this somewhat nerve-shattering day.

Click.

Clack.

I sauntered across the room after having another look at the camera. My lips stretched across my face, evidence of my anticipation.

Click.

Clack.

I pursued the front door of my establishment, hearing the commotion I was headed toward before I could reach it. The familiar, ultra-problematic voice raised the hair on the back of my neck. When it was around, there was always a problem. In fact, I thoroughly believed its owner was the problem in almost every situation it was involved in, including this one.

“Meaty or whatever the fuck your name is, unless you want my bullets to eat through that fat of yours, then move the fuck out of my way, nigga.”

“Manny,” I cleared my throat. “His name is Manny.”

“And, he’s going to lay flat like a fucking panty when I get through filling his ass up. Move, nigga. You don’t get paid enough to lose your life.”

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