Page 114 of Treason's Temptation
Treason didn’t care. None of it made him look at me differently. Maybe because he knew the truth about Lorenzo and all the bullshit I’d been through with my mom. According to him, it was just Victor and Winston doing their job to discredit him, but it felt personal as fuck to me.
Now, everybody was talking about a client list that an anonymous source claimed to have access to. It was filled with big names that had reputations to protect, and since Sloane was my mother and nowhere in sight, I was taking the hit for it.
Lucky me.
It was impossible to be down around Rylo because every five seconds, something crazy flew out of his mouth. It was the perfect distraction, allowing me to shop in peace. I even grabbeda few things for Treason because I was tired of his vinyls being in a crate.
“If you hit my finger with this hammer,” I warned.
“Oh, so because I take dick better than you, I don’t know what to do with a hammer?”
“You’re holding it like you don’t know what to do. Better yet, give me the hammer.”
“Here, Miss Strong Independent Woman.”
“Fuck you.”
“I know your man is gone and all, but are you cooking tonight?”
“Probably. I’ve been craving Spaghetti.”
“Umm, my favorite.”
“Everything is your favorite,” I laughed, hitting the nail into the wall.
“Not everything. I don’t fuck with that swine.”
“I don’t know why the hell not. You like dick, don’t you?”
“Love it actually, but dark meat only. I don’t do that pink meat,” Rylo shivered in disgust. “You ever been with a white man?”
I smirked, “Once.”
“Once! Bitch, I’m disappointed.”
“I was young,” I shrugged, leaving out how Sloane needed leverage on Kevin’s dad and used me to get it.
“What was it like?”
“It’s all the same when the lights go off.”
“Oh, so he fucked you like Tre fucks you?”
“Nobody’sfucked me like Tre fucks me,” I admitted.
“That’s why my ass is in here hanging floating shelves.”
“You said he needs someone to look out for him. He works hard and doesn’t have time to do it himself.”
“If you’re going to be a politician’s wife, word of advice. Get lazy! Y’all got money. Next time, hire somebody to do this shit.”
“I want to do it, and if you want dinner, less lip.”
“Fine, but when y’all get married, I’m the man of honor. So tell your other friends I can fight and don’t mind defending my title.”
“First of all, nobody is getting married. Secondly, my sister might have something to say about that.”
“Damn,” Rylo snapped, chewing on his lap. “Y’all got the same mama and daddy?”
