Inherited The Mob Chapter 2

 

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Chapter 2

Don’t get him wrong, pack grounds are amazing. Beautiful. Nice and green, plush grass with lots of woods to run among and hunt game. The community part had a glitz and glamour aspect to it. Rich. Hollowodish style. For the most part. Like any good community there were areas that weren’t as high and mighty as others. That’s where he lived and he loved it. But after four weeks of being confined to pack grounds he was bored and wanted a night out. Only good thing about it was that him and James had rekindled their friendship. Fighting over Shawn seemed kinda stupid. Turned out that Shawn had two other men on the side that James knew about. Bobby hadn’t know about any of them. He’d been blinded by what he thought was true love. Least hearing Shawn state he never said they were in a committed relationship made it easier to believe James when he told me about the other guys. That’s what made it easier to rebuild out friendship. It also why he’d taken a personal pledge to only date werewolves from here on out.

James and him had known each other for ten years and over the last four weeks they’d discovered so much they didn’t know about each other. James’ loved pizza, horror movies, reading, and history channel. Major sports buff and was usually a submissive in all ways, but he loved to top from time to time. All these facts coming to life had led to us setting up our meeting at the Super Bar.

Bobby sat halfway on a barstool, giving James a perfect line of sight of his nice ass. James had taken in that sight over the last four weeks many times. Man sure knew how to fill out a pair of hip hugger jeans. Bobby had enough muscles for someone to spend hours licking a map of his entire body. His hair was always braided and hung down to his ass, making James wonder if it was as silky as it looked. Many times over the last four weeks, James dreamed of Bobby throwing him down and taking him right there behind a bush or tree.

Fire flashed through James’ mind as Bobby casually chatted up Tommy Stakes. His wolf howled and snarled as he walked closer.

“Why don’t we go up to Fig Hill after I get off work.” Tommy Stake ran his finger across the edge of Bobby’s hand.

“Sounds great to me.” Bobby smiled up at Tommy.

“Hey, Bobby, man.”

“Oh, hey, James. About time you showed up.” Bobby nodded toward Tommy. “Tommy, you know James.”

“Yeah, didn’t know you were with him.”

“We’re just friends.”

Tommy picked up the empty beer bottle and wiped down the counter in front of Bobby. “Then I’ll see you outside at midnight.”

“See you then.” Bobby spun around on the barstool. “Let’s get a booth.”

They walked over to the back of the bar, sitting down in the furtherest booth across from one another. Tension clung to James, making Bobby wonder what had gone wrong. He kind of hoped nothing major, but hoped he could help him. “How was your day?” He asked as he slid across to the corner of the booth.

“Great.”

Words ground out through gritted teeth. “Sorry, if I hit a sore subject.”

“Nah. Sorry. Just lots of paperwork.”

“Bet that did suck.” Always hated that. Luckily his job did not require much.

“Want another beer or shot?” James was up and out of the seat before Bobby could answer. He did hear Bobby say one of both. He was on a mission and nothing was going to detour him. He dodged one or two people as he made his way straight to the end of the bar that Tommy was working. Entire time he made his journey he tried to calm Tay, his wolf, down. Told him over and over that he had to quit shooting off so much anger. Shocked him that no one did not see streaks of fire shooting from him. Not like Bobby was his man or anything. They were just friends.