Chapter Forty-Five
Bridge Street Town Center
Tyrone pulled back the drapes and let the light flood the suite. He needed the sun to go down. He needed to get out of here. He’d been hiding out since before noon.
This shit was getting too crazy.
Now that was never going to happen. And he wasn’t going nowhere near that doctor bitch. She wasn’t setting him up. No way. Hell no.
He needed to start liquidating some assets just in case things went any further south.
Cost would pay for this. He would wish he’d kept his ass on the east side of the Parkway when Tyrone got through with him. But first he had one more business matter to attend to. And that old bastard had better answer his damned phone this time. Tyrone was getting sick of his evasive shit.
Most of his eyes and ears had gone to ground. Hiding until the storm was over. Their fear left Tyrone far too blind to what might happen next. His best bet was to make a plan for disappearing. If he was forced to relocate from the 256, he needed all the cash he could get his hands on.
“You coming back to bed?”
Anticipation pushed a smile across Tyrone’s lips even when he had not one damned thing to smile about. He turned back to the king-sized bed. Admired the beauty of his lover sprawled naked across those crisp linens. Long, muscled legs. Sculpted torso.
Widow’s black-lace-and-silk dress, along with stilettos and stockings, were scattered across the floor. When they’d first checked into the room, Tyrone had stripped Widow naked and taken him over and over. They’d had drinks, ordered room service, then slept like the dead.
“Definitely.” Tyrone crossed to the bed. As he did, he watched his reflection in the big-ass mirror on the other side of the bed. He was black as night, every bit as lean and muscled as his lover. He crawled onto the bed like a sleek tiger.
Might as well enjoy himself.
He had some time before it got dark.
“You’re the King,” his lover crooned. “I’m your humble servant. Punish me.”
Tyrone slid his hands around that long, silky neck. “I’ll punish you.” He leaned down, put his mouth close to Widow’s ear. “Then I’ll make you scream for more.”
This might be the last time he saw Widow . . . that would be the hardest part of all.
No one else had ever understood him the way Widow did.