Chapter 209

Thomas's phone dinged again, and this time, he silenced it.

He knew it would be Silas calling; he had been blowing up his phone for hours

now.

Thomas leaned forward, fiddling with the pen. "So Chen, tell me why you couldn't

do your job as manager?"

Chen moved closer, his eyes gleaming with fear. "I can, it was... just a lot for

me."

"I admire your honesty, but in this line of work, you need assertiveness. Your

customers can't see you as incapable," Thomas said.

He wasn't capable of running a club either, but he ran a company-which wasn't

so different.

He looked at Chen, whose expression was filled with remorse. "Uncle Mike made

you manager, and I'm sure he saw something in you. That's the only reason I'm

not going to yell."

Plus, he was stressed out-mentally and physically. His thoughts drifted to Uncle

Mike, and his chest tightened.

"Thank you so much, sir," Chen said, bowing slightly.

"Address that waitress and have her apologize to the customer. If she refuses, be

ready to fire her," Thomas said firmly.

Chen's eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Yes, sir."

"Alright."

When Chen left, Thomas sighed, rubbing his head down to his face. He could feel

the fatigue burrowing into his bones, and he feared that if he gave in, he would

crash-harder than anything.

"Not yet," he muttered as he unlocked his laptop.

For the past few days, he had been overseeing Night Bird. Mateo Castro was on

his neck, saying business had to go on as usual.

He knew he had dug a deeper grave for himself by agreeing to manage the club,

but it was kind of too late.

It had been for a long time-he had just been in denial.

Shaking his thoughts away, Thomas scrolled through the designs his architect had

sent over. His house had to be rebuilt from scratch. The fire had destroyed most

of the foundation, making it impossible to patch.

As he scrolled, anger raced inside him.

"Fucking Rosie," he scoffed, clenching his jaw.

Not only did he have to spend more money to rebuild, he had to also provide

staff. And there was Silas,

through, and Wade, who was

in his chest as he remembered

knew that. But he also knew that if he hadn't

caused even

he reached for his

message again. It was from an unknown number,

was a video message from Rosie. When

it, a chill ran down his spine. She was completely naked, her

as she faced

will be unavailable once I'm done sending you this,"

so

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he was supposed

but he couldn't bring himself to

on camera, revealing her opening; wet and glistening.

and imagined her scent. His

his brain recreated it.

wet I am?" Rosie asked. Then she dipped two

moaned as

no idea what her plan was with

but he liked it.

off his trousers, pulled out his dick with one

tightly with the

down

wider on the screen.

he moaned, tightening his grip around his length,

with Rosie's moans. His hand moved

used to pleasure herself.

cried, her eyes rolling back

final cry. When she removed her

it drove him

But he wasn't done.

video to the moment she set the camera and

himself.

fīnu lave o

eyes to her moans, imagining

inside him, and he groaned, spilling on

floor.

second before

turned off Rosie's video and hovered over the delete button,

need

clean himself,

when he saw

his eyes wide. "FBI agents

as he quickly fastened his trousers. "How did

you here?"

the point," Mateo growled.

brain, then his

cover it."

forehead. "I was tired of the foundation. It

soft, not even

Thomas

as a thought struck. "Come. Uncle Mike

the password is still

on

moved to the waterfall painting the wall and

tried the

when

until I

nodded and entered. Thomas locked the door behind him, and

in there forever felt

cause of

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