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“No.” He shook his head. “JJ wouldn’t agree if I did. I need this for him. Do you know how many times people have tried to kill him because they don’t think he can handle himself? Out there, lying underneath a car, covered in grease. A fucking Altair! They think he’s weak because he doesn’t work for me. An easy way to get to me, through my son.” I swallowed, not needing the reminder of how JJ wasn’t the only one to ever be targeted.

“What if JJ doesn’t agree?”

“He will. Leave it to me.”

“No other conditions? JJ gets a higher-ranking role, not on my executive team. I can’t do that. But I could find a place for him in R&D. And only his name is listed as a partial owner. No one else. If he makes out a will, you don’t get his share. I want it gifted back to me or whoever my heir is. And he doesn’t get business-making decisions. Those remain solely mine.”

“Done. This is more about my reputation, Junior. You see me. You see how I live. He drives through this town in a beat-up Ford pickup when he’s not on his bike. It’s no wonder he’s not taken seriously.”

I could understand what he was saying. To Jordan, status, appearance, power, were everything. Being a mechanic was a hell of a respectable job, but not to my uncle.

“You’re not in any meetings,” I said. “After you speak with him, the rest is between JJ and me to work out. Once the contract is signed, the money is transferred.”

“That’s fine with me.”

“I’m going to make this ironclad, Uncle. I don’t want any bullshit.”

“I wouldn’t expect any less from you.”

I nodded. “Then we have a deal, pending JJ and an executed contract. Everything by the book.”

Jordan reached for me, pulling me in for another hug. “Thank you, Junior. I appreciate you helping my son.” It was times like these when I was reminded my uncle was human. That he had a son he cared about, even if he did treat him like a prop in his game.

9

PEYTON

Facedown, hips grinding, I was having the best dream. Except I woke up before I could come and found myself humping the bed. Whatever. I was finishing. It was Sunday morning. I had all the time in the world.

I snaked my hand beneath me, into my boxer briefs, to wrap around my dick and pull it out. I held it in a firm fist while my hips continued their movement. With thoughts of Dominic dancing on stage last night, the way his body moved still fresh in my mind, I moaned low.

Maybe it wasn’t a dream, rather me reliving the show.

At one point while he was dancing, Dominic’s lips parted, and I thought I’d come in my briefs. It was a good thing I’d pushed my chair in, so my waist was beneath the table to hide my very noticeable hard dick. Not that anyone would care. I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by him.

A growl had worked up my throat last night. I scanned the room to take in the other thirsty as hell fuckers who thought they could get their hands on Dominic. I’d fight every one of them if I had to. That calmed my dick down enough to where I could stand once his set was over and go backstage to find him.

I didn’t care that he was sweaty, I pulled him close and hugged the shit out of him. I wanted to kiss him in front of everyone, but I refrained. Instead, we went back to his dressing room, passing Dexen on the way, who winked at us. It was amazing his ass was still standing and I hadn’t knocked him out cold after the way I saw him touching Dominic.

Dominic and I didn’t do anything while he wiped down and got dressed. I was too caught up in the way he looked with the bright lights of the room on him. The roundness of his ass, the subtle flexing of his muscles. How had I never noticed him like that before? Well, I knew how. I didn’t know he did this on the side. I’d only seen him dressed for the office. I also didn’t spend time at Untouchable.

I fucked my fist faster, letting the night in the VIP room wash over me until I came hard, all over my hand and sheets. What was happening to me?

A quick shower cleaned the cum from my skin. That was what I got for getting off the way I did.

The house was quiet when I finally strolled out of my room, late in the morning. Perry was nowhere to be found, but Greer was sitting at the table with his tablet in front of him and a nearly empty cup of black coffee. That shit was gross. I needed cream in mine, sugar to get rid of the bitterness.

“It’s about time you got up,” he said as I doctored up a cup for myself. There were two empty bowls on the counter with spoons in them. Greer liked to take care of Perry and me in his own way. My box of cereal sat next to Perry’s. I poured myself a bowl, added milk, and joined Greer at the table.

He waited until I finished eating before dropping a bomb on me.

“I went out with Perry last night.”

“To?” I took a sip of my coffee and put it back on the table. Greer slid it and the bowl away from me, out of arm’s reach.

“East Dremest.”

My eyes narrowed. Perry never went over there. His ass stayed firmly on the western side. “Why?”

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