Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“That could take months,” I add. If that’s even true. Who knows how much he already has access to since Nick York has passed?
He shakes his head fast. “No. My attorney has assured me just a few weeks.”
“Well, we came to collect today.” Bones states taking a step toward the desk.
He holds up his hands. “I have an offer for you. The girl …”
“I don’t want the fucking girl.” Bones shakes his head. “I want what you owe us.”
“Please, we can settle this …”
Bones removes the gun from the waistband of his jeans, and George goes silent. “The thing is …” Bones sets the gun on the desk but maintains hold of it. “We have killed for less, George. I don’t want pussy. And I don’t want excuses. I want the fucking money.” He lifts the gun and cocks it. Walking behind the desk, he places it to his temple. “Now the question is, are you willing to die for it?”
“There’s money in the briefcase,” he rushes out, nodding to the one sitting on his desk.
“What are the numbers?” I ask, looking at it.
He rattles them off, and it pops open.
“How much?” Bones asks.
“Not enough,” I answer as I pull out wads of cash.
“There’s a hundred grand there. If you just give me a month, I’ll get you the rest,” George rushes out. “I’ll … I’ll bring it to you. Meet you at Kingdom as soon as I have it.”
Bones removes the gun and clicks the safety on. George lets out a shaky breath.
CHAPTER TEN
TITAN
I WOKE UP with another pounding headache, so I have the curtains closed to block out the light. And five new girls stand in the center of my office. All stripped down to their underwear. I’m still going through their paperwork when I hear Nigel’s voice come through the speaker on my office phone. “Two ladies have arrived, sir. They say that Shana referred them, and that you are expecting them today.”
I press the intercom button and order, “Send them up.”
I never set a limit on how many Queens we have. At one point, we had over three hundred. But not all of them live in Nevada. One, for instance, resides in Columbus, Ohio, and comes to Vegas three times a year to work for me. The women get to choose how often and how much they work. You’d be surprised by how many I’ve lost due to them getting in a serous relationship with one of my clients. I wouldn’t say it’s allowed, but I can’t tell two people not to share feelings. It is what it is. And there are always five new girls ready and willing to take her place.
Hearing my door open, I hold out my hand without looking up and snap my fingers. “Paperwork.”
Two applications are placed in it, and I slap them down on the desk. I press my intercom button for the adjoining office. “GiGi, five of them are ready for you.”
Seconds later, the door to my right opens, and she steps in.
“Go with GiGi to get your measurements. Once done, come back in here, and the doctor will be ready for you,” I inform them.
I place the first five applications to the side and look at the two new ones. When I read their names, my head snaps up. Jasmine and Emilee stand before me.
“Is this a joke?” I ask.
Neither one of them says anything. I run a hand through my hair. “Goddammit.” I stand. Not in the mood for this today. Or any other day. “What the fuck is this shit?” I demand, picking up their papers.
“We’re here to audition to be a Queen,” Jasmine smiles at me. She has her short red hair half up and is dressed like she’s going out on the town in a black mini dress with her tits hanging out and heels. I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.
“I don’t have time for this,” I growl.
Jasmine reaches for the hem of the dress and lifts it over her head. Then undoes her bra and tosses it behind her.
My eyes meet her green ones. “What are you doing?” Still not believing them for a second.
“Isn’t this what we must do?” she asks, tilting her head as if she’s confused. “The application was very clear that we must strip down and show you what we’re working with.”
It does not say those exact words, but I’m not going to stop them. I’m so ready for this day to be over, and it’s not even ten a.m. yet. “You’re right.” I cross my arms over my chest, and my eyes go to Emilee. She looks almost terrified. “Show me,” I challenge her. I had no doubt Jasmine would do it, but Em won’t.
EMILEE
I run my hand through my hair and close my eyes. At one time, I liked him. I actually wanted him to touch me. Fuck me.