Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Jared had made that decision a long time ago. “I think that’s a good idea. Let’s go and get the lowdown on how this is supposed to work. You can hang with me. I think you’ll be surprised what happens when you start ignoring your brother. Trust me. I know how to manipulate a hardass.”
“No manipulation.” Big Tag stepped out from behind the row of lockers. He was a massive slab of muscle and looked like he ate nails for breakfast. Jared still mourned the fact that he hadn’t been the one to play Pierce Craig, the character based on Taggart. “No manipulating the other Doms. It’s not manly.”
“It’s also not manipulation if they don’t know we’re doing it.” At least that was how he’d always seen it. “It’s just one dude doing something that might or might not make another dude do something else.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work,” JT whispered, shaking his head.
Ah, but he didn’t understand Pierce Craig, and therefore Ian Taggart. At the heart of that big kickass hero lay the soul of a man who loved to have the world entertain him.
Tag’s lips quirked up. “I like that. We’ll use that on Kai if he figures out how you got him to do your documentary. Yeah, I know exactly what you did. That was a brilliant move, man. Kai came in all upset that someone named Kenny Asswipe—odd name for a shrink—might be on his way and we needed to keep him out of Dallas. He was serious about that. But then I checked and this guy is not on his way to Dallas. He knew nothing about the documentary. So I think you did that thing.”
Jared couldn’t help but grin. “I said a thing. He did a thing. I can’t help it if the thing I said made him do the thing he did.”
Tag pointed his way. “I like you, Johns, but the last season of Dart sucked.”
He couldn’t win them all. “Yes, it did.”
“Do better next time. I liked the dart stuff,” Tag said. “So you two are going to have a beautiful bromance in an attempt to make both your brothers jealous? It feels like a modern rom com. Are you going to do a makeover sequence because my sister-in-law Erin promises me she’s got a soundtrack for that. My youngest brother is very much into manovers. First he talks to whatever sad-sack dude he’s managed to attract, and before you know it they’re crying and eating mint chocolate chip ice cream and talking about how they can be complete without a woman, and then what? Five minutes later they’re trying on clothes. Oh, they’ll say it’s to make themselves feel better, but all those clothes show off their abs.”
Yeah, he’d missed his chance to play that asshole. It hurt inside. The dumbass who’d gotten the role after he’d dropped out had made the character far too serious. “I think we’ll make it through without the soundtrack or the manover. I’m perfectly comfortable with my manliness. And I’m looking for a friend. I would not hate having a cool group of guys to hang with. My best friend recently got married, and now he’s focused on his wife, so I need a wingman. I figure these guys are one hundred percent murder free, right? I’m playing it safe this time.”
Taggart’s face lit with an unholy grin. “Oh, these are old-school deviants, but I assure you no one is a serial killer.” He stopped and thought about it. “I don’t think Erin can be considered a serial. They have a type, and Erin just kills assholes for fun. She doesn’t discriminate. Dark hair, light hair, any nationality. Man, woman, that girl does not care. If you’re an asshole and she can get away with it, she’s taking the shot. Definitely not a serial. I think you’re safe. Now come on and let’s get the rules out of the way. I’ve got crazy shit to do tonight. And if you hear someone scream, it’s only Adam. Don’t worry about it. And you don’t need the masks tonight. Those are for tomorrow. Tonight your identities are safe without the douchey costume thing. You’re welcome. And I expect you to play on Friday.”
He kind of thought that had been a given. Unless Tag thought he wouldn’t make it to Friday. “I can’t play Saturday if I don’t play Friday. I definitely wouldn’t miss the capture fantasy night. It’s kind of my big reveal.”
And then he would know if it could work between him and Sarah.
Tag shook his head. “I’m not talking about that. The throwdown is this weekend. It’s the annual football game between Sanctum and The Club.”
Jared wasn’t exactly sure what was going on.
Big Tag stared at him with an air of expectation. “Come on. Please say it. This is my favorite part of any conversation.”