Page 62 of The Silencer

I have a shit-load to do today and a very important meeting with my consigliere, Clarence. My schedule can’t accommodate Tatum and his sassy, wet mouth.

And yet, when I’m deep in a phone call with one of my business partners, Clarence sitting on the sofa, his laptop open, I feel my cock swell.

Seems the switch in my mind is malfunctioning.

Need to get that checked.

“Yes, I think moving this to another location would be key. We don’t want the Feds getting wind of it,” I mutter as I grab on to my dick and squeeze. Fuck.

Seems it’s not going down, which is an inconvenience and very unlike me.

I shift in my seat and try to pay attention, but I can’t quite seem to keep myself focused.

That little shit.

He’s done something to me.

Some kind of bratty magic. Fuck.

I huff in frustration at the state of myself, and Clarence’s eyes meet mine. His brow crinkles and his graying eyebrows meet. He’s probably never seen me like this. I’m always so calm and composed.

Well, I was until last night when I gave in and let Tatum slip down between my legs and inhale my dick right down his throat.

I shake my head and respond to another question that Donovan has asked me before reaching for my phone and tapping out a message to Teddy.

I’ve lost my fucking mind. I’ve gone and done it now.

But until that switch is fixed inside my brain there’s nothing I can do but lean into it. Clarence won’t judge me. He won’t fucking look either if he wants to keep those eyes inside his head.

Ten minutes later, the phone call has ended, but I’m on another, this time with a politician. Senator Ruiz, a man who has his name in all the right places. I pay him and he makes sure that any issues I have with the law get put to rest quickly and without any trouble.

Yeah, the mafia isn’t all about guns and shootouts. It’s smarter than that now. It’s strategic, political. It’s all about who you know and who you pay. We get things done because of how we play the game.

Now the Fallen Aces, on the other hand, are sloppy. They run around guns blazing. It’s why they’ll eventually implode. Organizations like that never last.

They can’t.

Clarence is silent, typing out notes on his computer as Senator Ruiz continues to talk about drafting legislation to decrease the import fees for certain businesses that I invest in, as well as making sure that certain fines and prison sentences are reduced for those in my employ caught selling drugs. I know that if Clarence has any questions or suggestions he’ll pipe up.

Which is good because at the moment, I’m feeling quite useless.

A knock on the door has me glancing toward it. Clarence doesn’t even stop typing, doesn’t even look up when Tatum walks in.

Good man.

Tatum opens his mouth to say something, but bites it off when he hears Senator Ruiz on the phone. His eyes flash to mine, and I narrow my gaze. My hand slips to the belt on my pants, and I undo it. I watch as Tatum swallows, a blush moving up his neck and cheeks.

I unzip my pants, and he wets his lips, glancing over at Clarence, who isn’t paying any attention to this.

I could bend Tatum over the desk and he wouldn’t even peer up.

That’s why I trust him. He’s always so discreet.

My hand reaches between my legs, and I pull my half-hard dick out. It settles on my thigh, and I watch him. He knows what I want and yet, he’s hesitating.

He flipped the switch on me. He better take what I’m offering.

He eyes Clarence once more and then his gaze lands on the phone, Senator Ruiz still talking.