Chapter 19
Pouring a scotch on the rocks,Devon recounted the events of the day. After hearing the conversation between Anne and the ex-jock on her apartment bug, he knew they’d be gone for the weekend. Devon’s “birthday” dinner had caused some friction. Perfect. He intended to cause a lot more.
He’d entered her place and made copies of the spare key she kept to Pearson’s apartment. Easy work, as organized-Anne had it labeled in a drawer no less. Next, Devon had planted bugs in Pearson’s apartment.
Things were getting way too cozy between Anne and the pigskin player. Devon needed to eliminate the competition. The muscles in his upper body stiffened. He wouldn’t lose another bet over a woman to Paul, of all people. No fucking way.
Women always went for powerful, strong, successful men. Devon had to take Pearson down a notch. Make him look weak and lame. Show him up.
A plan started to form. Yes. Devon narrowed his eyes. He took a drink and sat in his recliner. The scotch burned down his throat and swished in his belly, warming his insides. This could work. In fact, if he played it right, he would come out the hero. He’d have to enlist the help of some of his old buddies, but that shouldn’t be a problem. They’d whore out their own mothers for the right price.
Time for the gloves to come off.