Chapter 60
CHAPTER SIXTY
CASPER
“Need you to look something up for me.” I leaned against the doorframe, waiting for B-wood’s in-house geek squad’s one and only member to acknowledge my presence. Usually I would demand it. But sometimes you got more flies with honey and all that…
Bugs muttered under his breath, and I couldn’t be sure if he was talking to me or arguing with whoever was on the other side of the screen.
It didn’t take me long to realize it definitely wasn’t me.
Fucker was spaced out, his keyboard clanking and his eyeballs hyperfocused on the codes reflecting back at him.
Donnie might go blind from pulling on his dick too often but this fucker was gonna do it because of too much screen time.
I craned my neck to peek at where the plug was dangling out of the wall—it would be unbrotherly not to save him from himself—pushed off the doorframe and yanked on the cord.
Bugs shot up off his chair the moment his screen went black, Cheeto dust and a few loose chip crumbs spelling out a crime scene of sad, one-handed proportions around him.
“What the fuck!” He glanced over at me.
I shrugged a shoulder.
And sometimes you got more flies by flinging shit at the poor son of a bitch closest to you. Looks like this was one of those times.
“Guy’s gotta do what he’s gotta do to get your attention, hot stuff,” I hummed while batting my eyelashes at him. Dramatically. So he had no choice but to notice.
Hitting on Bugs always made him squeamish—something about picturing another dude’s dick seemed dirty to him and most other men.
Which was weird, considering porn was full of other dudes’ dicks and most men watched porn on the daily.
Didn’t make me feel dirty. Just indifferent.
It was why I brought it up so much, so I could see that look on his face right now. A mix between disgusted and intrigued.
People were always intrigued about the shit that made them feel disgusted. It was human nature.
“What you got for me this time?” Bugs narrowed his eyes. The fact he wasn’t jumping the desk to rage at me told me he wasn’t doing anything all that important on his computer. Probably gaming or some shit.
I stepped forward and skimmed my thumb across the thin line of dust around the base of his desktop, rubbing my fingers together before finally meeting his glare. Then I lifted my hands to my mouth and blew the dust in his direction.
“I’ll blow you.” I grinned.
“I’m not Donnie,” he deadpanned.
“Fine. I’ll get one of the girls I know to blow you.” I tried again. Funny how I didn’t mention Bellatrix. Not so funny when you knew how much I hated sharing my favorite toys. You never got them back the same.
“Pass.” He was quick to answer. A little too quick. Interesting.
“Okay, cash then.” I slapped a palm down between us.
He didn’t jump, though. Shame. I liked when the bunny boy got jumpy. My eyes flicked to the dark-gray rabbit mask he had propped up on his dresser, next to his bottle of lotion and the few odds and ends he had left over from his fucked-up childhood, before landing on him again.
“How much you want?”
“Five grand,” he replied without missing a beat.
I cocked a brow. “You don’t even know what I’m asking you to do yet.”
“Does it matter?”
“Three grand,” I countered.
“Four.”
“Deal,” I grumbled reluctantly, when the truth was the dumb fuck was giving me the friends-and-family discount. He could have asked for twenty, and I wouldn’t have had any choice but to pay it… or find something he wanted more than free head. “But you better make it quick, before I change my mind.”
“If it’s worth four grand to you, you ain’t changing your mind.” He smirked, and I tried to keep from reacting. Because he was right. I wasn’t going to anyone else, and the brainy fucker knew it.
“Just get it done, asshole.”
“Love too.” His smirk got bigger until it was a full-on cock-guzzling grin. “As soon as you tell me what it is.”
I snatched a pen from the holder on his desk, grabbed a notepad he had set out next to it, and jotted down the numbers I knew from memory by now. Then I pushed the notepad in Bugs’s direction. He glanced over at it before peering back up at me.
“Bank account numbers?” he asked.
“I wanna know who they belong to and where the money’s coming from.”
“Planning on robbing a bank?” he pressed.
“Nope.” I shook my head, tucking my hands into my pockets and rolling back on my heels. “I don’t give a shit about the money. Just who’s sending it.”
“And who’s receiving it?” he clarified.
I drew my right hand out of my pocket and made a shooting gesture with my fingers. “Bingo.”
“Does Adrian know about this?”
“Does Adrian know about every little thing you do on the interweb?” I tossed back.
Bugs didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. We both knew Big Daddy couldn’t keep up with all three of his prodigal sons now that he had a wifey and a kid of his own. Truth was, I didn’t think he wanted to keep up anymore. He just couldn’t let go of the reins either—the control freak that he was.
“Give me a few days.” Bugs sighed, running a hand through his thick, black hair. He was nervous. He didn’t like getting on Daddy’s bad side. It was hard for someone who had their nose constantly up the teacher’s asshole.
“You got it, champ!” I called out over a shoulder. I was already turning and walking back down the hallway. I had a job to do—instead of the side quest I was currently on—and a woman to fuck when I was done with both.