Page 42 of Giving It to the Man-Whore

“It’s Wi-Bradley.”

“Hi, Bradley.”

“I’m not dangerous. Being in an MC doesn’t make me so,” he said.

“Right.” She still smiled. “I’m sorry, but my … father has told me to be careful around the MC, and I don’t like to make him mad. It was nice to meet you.”

He watched as she began her swim once again.

Climbing out of the pool, he made his way toward the changing rooms for his cell. Sending off a quick text to Saint, he made his way back and stayed close, but gave her some space so she didn’t feel like she was being invaded.

****

Saint glanced down at the text and shook his head. “She’s calling Big Ricky her father. There’s hesitation as well.”

“Something smells fucking wrong about all this shit,” Shorty said. “What are you hoping to find?”

“Anything that gives me an insight to why he’s here.”

They were in Big Ricky’s office, and he’d already spotted the safe. Next, he turned toward the desk, taking a seat. The space was completely clear, and then he reached into the drawers. For the most part, there was fuck all there for them, but right at the bottom of one of the desks was a secret compartment.

Pulling the files out, Saint lifted it up and took out the hidden one. Glancing through the documents, he saw all the fake shit related to someone starting a new life.

“This is all professionally done,” Shorty said.

“I know, which means Big Ricky’s here for the Lorenzo family to protect that young woman. The question is, why?”

“What is that woman to the biggest mafia family?” Shorty asked.

“Exactly, and why do they feel it’s important to be in my town?”

****

Prue couldn’t act to save her life. Vanilla was sitting at a table, and he’d dressed in a suit, and he also had a companion who was with him. She didn’t mind at all.

The moment she saw him, though, Big Ricky had looked around the restaurant to see who had entered.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I thought I’d seen someone that I knew, but I didn’t. My bad.” She glanced through the menu not seeing anything at all. “How about you order for me?” She tucked some hair behind her ear, and looked toward him.

“What are you hiding?” Big Ricky asked.

“I’m sorry.” Her hands started to feel clammy. This wasn’t a good feeling.

“I wasn’t born yesterday,” he said. “Look, I like you … a lot. In my world, women like you are few and far between. You’re nice and sweet, and you don’t lie.”

Guilt began to eat away at her, and she hated that.

“I also know that a woman like you doesn’t go for a guy like me,” he said. “What’s going on?”

She shook her head.

“Do I scare you?” he asked.

Prue nodded, and she didn’t even dare to look at Vanilla. She was so scared.

He reached out and took her hand. “One day, I hope you can trust me. Really, I do. I’m not going to hold this against you at all. You’re a good woman, Prue.”

---