Inherited The Mob Chapter 11

 

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Chapter 11

He’d been in the limo, staring at the darkened partition for half the drive home before he realized it. He shook the shock away and picked up the car phone, dialing Tommy. He picked up on the first ring, kind of hesitant when he spoke.

“It’s me, baby, I’m in Alpha Tate’s limo.”

“Don’t like when the Alpha calls.”

“Sorry, I spooked you.”

“It’s fine. Why are you in the limo?”

“On my way home.” How did you tell the man that you felt more for than you had anyone else that you had just become a millionaire. “What time do you work tomorrow?”

“Eight till two in the morning.”

“Want to go to the bank and bike shopping with me?” Could not think of anyone better to spend his day with.

“What time?”

Good question. What time would he have to be up to take care of getting a rental? Going around town required a transportation. Other than the bus. Especially if Tommy was going with him. Arranging for a rental to be at his place by nine meant he could be ready to pick Tommy up by ten. That sounded perfect. Not too early for him, since he had to work late.

“Then okay?”

“I’ll be ready.”

The car took the last turn before his driveway. “You locked in safe?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Good. Have sweet dreams.”

The limo pulled to a stop and the door opened. He climbed out and nodded to Alpha Tate’s driver. He loved his time when him and Simon was able to be family, but most of the time they fell into the roll of Alpha and pack member.

“Thanks.”

“Doing my job.” Calvin, Alpha Tate’s driver of twenty years, shut the door soon as he walked away from the car. “Have a good night, Sir.”

“You two.” Bobby tossed over his shoulder as he unlocked the door.

The sweetness or ripe tomatoes and fresh fire roasted corn flowed from the window Bobby left open in the kitchen. Only one person gave off such a scent that twisted his mind into a stat of turmoil. Not in a tormented manner, but one of chaos or fighting  against each other for something unclear to him. He’d been trying to figure it out since the first time they’d met, but it never became clear to him. It did keep him interested in the guy, and made their friendship feel even more important than any other he had. It was why he disliked his behavior since he met Tommy.

He pushed the door open soon as the limo backed out of the driveway, but James was not in the living room. James scent was strong. Meant he’d been there recently, or was still in the small trailer. The hum of the humidifier filled the hallway leading to the bedrooms and bathroom. The tiny laundry room that sat off to the side of the hallway held only my overrunning laundry. The bathroom door was shut, but one sniff told me that he had not been in there. Left the bedroom. The door was open and James’ scent wafted around him so strong it all but consumed him in a cocoon. Was sure he was in there, but there was no line of sight into the room until you rounded the small walkway into the room.

One step around the edge and and sight of the bed revealed a naked James spread wide legged across the bed, stroking hmiself.

“Hey there, Bobby. About time you came home.”

“James, listen get dressed and leave my trailer. I won’t inform Alpha Tate that you were here like this.”

“I’m not leaving till you give me one shot at us becoming an item.”

“James, we are,” or were, “friends. Go look in the relationship book. You will see mine and Tommy’s name. So . . . Like I said, get dressed and leave. I won’t tell the Alpha.” His fingers were flying across the keypad of his slider phone keypad, alerting the Alpha. “Fine lay there until the Alpha arrive. He can deal with you.”

“Bobby, everyone knows him and your dad were ates and he was the one that helped raised you. We all know you can live better than this.”

Bobby’s fist tightened as his toes curled and muscled tightened. Cal, his always ready to battle wolf, screamed for him to stand down. Remember Tommy and that Stay needed them. Bobby shook his head as he took in a couple of deep breaths before he walked out of his own bedroom, leaving behind the man who was supposed to be his friend. Once in the living room, he flopped onto the sofa, taking refuge in the squeak of the old springs. He’d just dropped his head back when Alpha Tate and three guard marched through the front door.