Chapter 43
Mathew
This table conversation is boring me. We don’t usually do this…
go out on dates. All I can think about is getting KC underneath me, and making her moan as I pleasure her until she’s crying.
Unfortunately, I know that she wants to see a damn movie first, and I’ll give her that, then she’ll be all mine.
Whoever this Jared guy is can’t seem to keep his eyes off my woman.
I’m going to have to message Lonnie and have him look into this new cage fighter in town.
I need more whiskey to endure this shit.
Before I can wave down the waiter for another, my pocket starts to vibrate.
Wanting to ignore it, I realize it’s coming from the pocket that has a burner phone in it.
I lean into KC’s ear and whisper, “I gotta take this, Beauty. I’ll be right back.
” Before I stand up from the table, I kiss the sensitive spot on her neck, the one that always gets her going in all the right ways.
I walk over to an unoccupied corner of the restaurant and scan my surroundings.
I make sure no one has followed me over here or is close enough to listen.
Pulling the burner phone out, it reads UNKNOWN is calling.
What could it be now?! I press the button to answer and hold the phone up to my ear; my other hand goes inside my pocket.
“Yes?”
“Mathew, where are you?” I can hear him puffing on a cigar over the phone.
“I’m at dinner. What is it that you need, that has you calling me on this phone, Father?”
He grunts his disapproval of my tone. “Our friends from New York are still here.”
“Okay… What does Russo want from us now?”
“Their man, the Collector, has requested a meeting before they can head home. He’s specifically requested it to be between only you and him.”
The line abruptly goes quiet, and I pull back the cell to make sure he didn’t hang up. “Okay, schedule it for tomorrow. I’m busy tonight.” Annoyance flows through me. It’s been too long since I was deep inside KC’s pussy.
His tone comes through the line, and it’s lethal. “He wants it to happen tonight. Boy, I’m not asking you. I’m fucking telling you that you’re meeting him in thirty minutes. Don’t embarrass me by being late. I’ll text you the location now.” He hangs up.
Fuck.
I lean back against the wall and stare at the table where she sits.
KC is laughing at something Brittney is saying, making a show with her hands.
My stare goes from their interaction straight to Jared; he’s just sitting there, infatuated with KC.
Beau already knows that she belongs to me.
He’s not new to the area, but he’s protected by Carter.
However, this fucker, Jared, might need a course on how this town is run.
The phone vibrates once in my hand; a text comes through with the location of the meet.
I know where this is. Looking at the time, I’ll have to leave now to make it there in thirty minutes.
Pocketing my phone, I walk over to the table, and KC looks up at me.
“That was work. I have to go take care of something.”
KC’s lip goes out in a pout, and my thumb lightly sweeps over it. Her stare goes dull. “Do you really have to go?”
I kiss the side of her mouth, trailing kisses to her ear. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. You can still go see the movie. I’ll catch the next one with you.” I try to hand her my card to take, but she refuses it by pushing my hand away.
KC shakes her head abruptly. “No, that’s okay; I’m feeling tired anyway. I’ll have Skyler and Brittney take me home after we eat.” I don’t miss how her stare skips over Jared when she’s speaking. Do they know each other? I think there’s something I’m missing here…
“Don’t worry, Mathew; we got her.” Brittney’s voice is sweet and sincere. Skyler’s face shows annoyance before he masks it just as quickly as it appeared.
Skyler’s eyes make contact with mine. “We’ll drop her off before the movies. No worries, man.” He stands up and shakes my hand.
Jared and Beau continue to stare at us, before Jared stands up. “It was nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand, waiting for me to shake it.
My eyes turn into slits as I reach his open hand, gripping it into mine. Holding it, I pull him closer to me and whisper where only he can hear me. “Keep your eyes off of what’s mine, if you want to keep your sight.”
I have to give the guy credit, he doesn’t even flinch at my words. Instead, he fucking smiles and tells me to have a good night. Yeah, he definitely doesn’t know who the fuck I am.
Beau gives me a nod before I turn around and head to my car. What the fuck could the Collector want from me? We already gave that family what they came to town for. It’s not possible that they need more girls already.