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“Let me be very clear, Brody. You will never raise a hand to your wife or any of your children ever again. I do mean ever. I don’t care if she comes to her senses and fucks every man in this resort, or if your kids grow up to hate you, which they should, you will not touch them. If you do, what happens after I leave this room will be considered child’s play compared to what will happen in the future. Because I’ll be the one providing your punishment, which will take days since I enjoy inflicting pain. I think you know people refer to me as a twisted psychopath. Yes?”
He swallowed, his eyes coming close to bulging. Then he nodded once.
“Excellent.” I started to turn away, grinning given Brock’s surprised expression. He wasn’t used to seeing me in such a good mood. I rubbed my jaw, looking at Brody again. “Oh, and when you recover, which could take some time, you will buy your wife flowers once a week. Don’t always purchase Marias. Make them special, her favorite color. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” Suddenly, he grinned as if he had something on me. I waited, narrowing my eyes. “By the way. People know about that night.”
“That night?” I froze, instantly on edge. “What night are you talking about?” I tipped my head enough to see his eyes. He thought he carried some big, bad secret with him, one worth money or a get-out-of-jail-free card.
“Does the term the Elite mean anything to you?”
“From four of the best years of my life. What’s it to you?”
“People know what you did.”
“People?” I laughed. “I did a lot of things, Brody. Care to expound?”
He glanced towards Brock then back to me. “No, sir. I was just agreeing that you were a psycho.”
Why did I have the feeling there was more to his warning?
I slipped the weapon into my jacket, happy with the outcome at this point. Brock followed me to the door, laughing softly under his breath.
“I don’t know what liquor you had, but consider it your drink of choice,” he said.
“Not liquor, my friend. Something better. A beautiful woman who might get me out of my dry spell.”
“Well, then. She must be something special.” Brock guided me out the door. “What did the dirtbag mean by dishing your alma mater?”
“I’m not certain. See if you can get it out of him.”
“No problem. What treatment do you want?”
“I think the use of the Louisville Slugger will work.”
“Top or bottom?”
I threw Brody one last glance. “Let’s go bottom. As you reminded me. He does need to provide for his family, so he needs his arms and hands. However, there’s nothing in the rules against our dealers sitting. Permanently.”
“You got it, boss. You’re still the sickest fuck I know.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, Brock. One last thing. Have one of the men drop off an envelope of cash and a bouquet of flowers to his house. His wife will need a little help for the time being.”
The sound of his laughter followed me as I left the room. As soon as I did, another grin slipped across my face.
Maybe I’d invite Maria to my suite instead. I could only imagine what kind of mood I’d be in after spending an entire night with her.
It would be good for employee morale.
