“They ain’t warts, man. I already told you that,” Ivan said, shaking his head back and forth.
“Whatever that shit is it’s fucking disgusting, now go take care of your new ole lady I have business to take care of. Church in an hour. Griller, get one of the prospects and meet me in my office I have a job for you,” he said, winking at Rona. “Hurry up and get her out of my sight before I change your name from Ivan The Terrible to Pickle Dick,” Tyson said with a chuckle.
“Dude, can you fucking stop with the dick jokes?” asked Ivan grabbing Rona by the hair and dragging her toward the hallway that led to his room.
“You gonna cry if I don’t, ya pussy? You might scare some people, but I’m the meanest mother fucker you’ll ever cross paths with, and you fuckin know it! Now, take your fuckin plaything to your damn room before I change my mind.”
“Yes, boss, I’m going.”
“Any of you other little tit suckers wanna challenge me?” asked Tyson, looking at the room full of his brothers, who in unison replied nope. “That’s what I thought.” Turning to the bar, Tyson said, “Bring me a cold one and take a bottle and some shot glasses to my office, Arianna. One of these days, I’m gonna make you my ole lady,” he said, licking his lips.
“You fuckin wish, I ain’t no little bitch like Rona, and you don’t scare me one little bit. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my boss wants some liquor in his office,” Arianna said, setting down his beer and opening it with a claw protruding from her finger.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ll see what you say about that when I’m fuckin you so hard you’re screamin’ my name.”
“I will never scream your name or anything else.”
“You sure are feisty for someone who just watched me give Ivan one of your coworkers.”
“She ain’t my damn coworker, and you like me way too fuckin much for that.”
“Don’t test me, bitch,” Tyson said, grabbing her by the back of the head and slamming his lips to hers. “It’s time for you to settle down, or I’m gonna show them what I do to women who back talk me,” he said to Arianna telepathically.
“Yes sir,” she said out loud, slipping her tongue through the almost impenetrable lips of Tyson.
“Now, get my drinks and take them to my office.”
“Mmhm,” she said, grabbing a full bottle of Jack and several shot glasses.
“Fill ‘em up for me too, Anna.”
“My name is not Anna, it’s Arianna,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and walking away.
“What did I just tell you about back talking? Now I have to punish you.”
“I’m so, so scared, and besides that, you don’t have time, you’re having church, or did you forget, old man?”
“I’ll show you what this old man can do, little girl. Church in three hours, something has come up, and I need to take care of it now,” said Tyson smiling from ear to ear.
“Just make her your ole lady and get it over with. She’s been here and at the Chaotic Twister for two years, and all you two do is flirt back and forth,” said Loco the Vice president, the beta, the righthand man, and the burr in Tyson’s ass.
“Shut the fuck up, man, I didn’t say what came up.”
“No, but we can all see what it was that came up,” Jackson said, making air quotes and looking at Tyson’s crotch.
“Go fuck her and get it over with I’m sick of hearing you jerk off when she turns you down,” Loco said, laughing his ass off.
“Go fuck yourselves, assholes,” Tyson said, flipping off Loco and following Arianna to his office.
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Six
“Can you make a little bit of noise when you sneak up on me? I almost had a fuckin heart attack,” asked Arianna turning around and grabbing her chest.
“Babe, you know a predator doesn’t make noise when he’s sneaking up on his prey,” said Tyson moving close enough to her that she could feel his hot breath on her neck.
“Geez, man, eat a tic-tac or something,” she said with a grin.
“You gonna change your name to Tic Tac?”
“What if I do, what then? You, sir ,are all talk,” she said playfully, shoving him.
Grabbing her under both arms and picking her up, Tyson sat her on his desk and said, “I’m through fucking talking.”
“Sure you are,” she said, trying to squirm off the desk.
“You aren’t going anywhere, sweet cheeks,” said Tyson grabbing her by the waist and forcing himself between her legs.
“Wow, you actually got close enough to…” was all she could say as Tyson slid his hand up her shirt and grabbed her breast, and with the other hand, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his.
With the hand not entwined in Arianna’s hair, he let loose of her breast and began to fumble with the buttons on her jeans.
“Just rip them off of her, I’m tired of waiting,” said Tyson’s leopard.
“Shut the fuck up, I’m taking my time and enjoying every fucking minute,” he said to his leopard.
“You’re a fuckin pussy, just let me take over. I’ll show you how to make a bitch scream,” said Tyson’s leopard.
“Get the fuck out of my damn head, you ignorant son of a bitch!”
“Sorry, pussy, you’re stuck with me.”
“Umm, you guys wanna let me in on the conversation?” Arianna asked only because she knew the look Tyson got when he was arguing with his inner demon.
“No, I’m good, and we need to finish what I started,” he said, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor.
“Uh, boss, you wanted to see us?” asked Griller, turning his back to Arianna out of respect for Tyson.
“Shit, you stay right here, I won't be gone long,” Tyson said to Arianna throwing his shirt to her so she could
