“Don’t you worry about that. He’s nothing but a blow doll for me.”
Sean searched his face, and Riley observed him in kind. In this place, no one was a real friend. Sean grinned. “So, you’re getting hitched, boss?”
Riley offered a lopsided smirk. “Yeah, about time. Had to be locked in here to realize how to value my woman properly.”
“She’s one awesome lady,” Sean said with appreciation.
“You just like those huge melons,” Riley joked. “Tell me you noticed anything else about her after seeing those jugs.”
“I didn’t stare that much,” Sean protested.
Now, where the hell had Sean seen Lola from up close? That begged the question.
“I bet she’s even prettier in real life. Those magazine photos couldn’t have done her justice,” Sean replied to his unspoken question.
“She is,” Riley said. “And I’m going to make her my wife.”
Sean patted him on the back. “Don’t forget about me, boss. I’ll look for that invitation in the mail. That, in case you don’t want to ever look back here.”
Riley swatted Sean upside the head, not too hard. “Like I’d forget the dude that had the idea of turning me into the fucking shot-caller the moment I set foot in here. You’ll get that invitation, don’t you worry about that. You, and the rest of scumbags that proved their loyalty.”
“About that, boss,” Sean added. “Wouldn’t it be nice if that fucking Niners asshole got into a little accident or something?”
Sometimes, opportunities just came to him on a silver platter. Only that Riley didn’t believe in gifts. “Nah, it’s not that important.”
“Dylan’s not important?” Sean asked, staring at him in disbelief.
“The fucking warden has his eyes on us. I can’t risk any of you mofos, least of all for a bitch who just got a little intimidated by a fucking coward, who takes it on women instead of dealing with the real men on the block.”
“As you say, boss. But I’ll tell you what. He dares to do any of that shit to us, the men, I’m going to kick his fucking ass, and that’s just a nice way of saying it.”
“Yeah,” Riley said, as his eyes followed everyone moving about. “That I approve. Fucking Niners cowards,” he added, a little more loudly.
A few heads turned in their direction. Riley pretended to be absorbed by his convo with his lieutenant. If the Niners’ leader made a move on him, that would be just his fucking fault for tripping.
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