Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance (72 page)

“No, Bryce.”

“Uh-huh!”

Bryce left the barstool and sneak-walked across the room to the sofa like a cartoon character. Callie’s eyes widened in horror. He hovered a hand just over the hem of the quilt. Both his elbows were cocked and he half bent at the waist, all nervous energy.

Is he high?
she wondered, aghast.

“Like this stuff here?” he stage whispered, his hand gesturing in quick circles over Auger’s ribcage and the thick ripples of his abs, visible even while asleep. “All this fur is like
crazy sexy
, Cal. This is the money shot right here.”

“Bryce, leave him alone!” she hissed, her eyes wide.

Could he seriously be high? This early in the morning?

“And then there’s alla
this
, down here,” he said, gesturing lower down. He glanced at the quilt and paused, his eyebrows knitting together. He drew his hands back from the suspicious mound beneath the blanket and frowned. “Hey is that his… No way. Callie, come check this out...”

“You’re disgusting, Bryce.”

“No, seriously, look at this,” he hissed, now pointing directly at the obvious protrusion under the blanket, his face contorted into over-acted shock. “
It’s like a baby’s arm!
 Bring your camera!”

“Leave him alone!”

“Whaaaat?” he whispered loudly, arms out in a gesture of innocence. “I can’t help it! When I try to think of it… My own sister… Did you really used to… With all of
that
??”

Callie turned away and reached weakly for the desk, blushing fiercely. She half-though Bryce was going to rip the quilt off him to get a look at it up close. That’s the sort of thing he would do when he was like this: all nerves and elbows and a juvenile pitch for attention of any kind. He’d strip a friend, or wake a sleeping person, or do just about anything for a laugh. Or even for a shocked grimace, if a laugh wasn’t available.

“
You wanna see my dick, Bryce?
” Auger’s voice suddenly cut through the room like a hatchet.

Callie shot bolt upright, grateful she had turned away and he couldn’t see the look on her face, or the bright red burn in her cheeks. She stifled a gasp and resisted the urge to turn around, staring instead at the framed print of a red velvet cupcake she had shot months ago. It looked awesome. Probably the best photo she had ever taken. Possibly the last decent one, ever, she figured. Probably a fluke.

Aw, who am I kidding,
 she thought for the thousandth time.
A photographer? Me? Yeah, right.

“Naw, dude, I don’t want to see your dick,” Bryce continued, the discomfort plain in his voice. “I was just giving Callie some career advice. Uh… Did I wake you?”

The couch springs creaked as Auger’s weight shifted. Callie moved the PC mouse around on the desk and the monitor sprung startlingly to life.

“Yeah, you woke me,” he grumbled, his voice muffled as he rubbed the heels of his hands hard over his face. Still keeping her back carefully turned, Callie opened and closed an Internet browser, trying to act casual.

“Well great! Now that you’re up—”

“You
woke
 me,” Auger growled again.

“Yeah,” Bryce stumbled momentarily, almost managing to shut up. The floorboards squeaked quietly as he started to fidget again. “OK, yeah, you’re right. Sorry about that, but now that you’re up, I have got a
great
 deal for you…”

“No,” Auger replied instantly, his voice low and definitive.

Callie walked into the kitchen, only seeing them out of the corner of her eye. Bryce bounced from foot to foot, bent slightly at the waist like he might dive at Auger any second. Auger sat with his forearms on his knees, his fingers plunged into his shoulder-length dark blonde hair. The quilt was arranged modestly over his hips, and for just a second Callie felt a twinge of disappointment as she glanced at it.

“No, no… Listen, this is great—”

“No,” Auger said again.

“Come on, just this
once
,” Bryce said charmingly. He kicked off his shoes toward the window and left them there. Callie stifled a strong urge to tell him to put them on the mat by the door.

“No way,” Auger shook his head. He leaned forward and sorted through the stack of envelopes on the coffee table, wincing visibly at each of the return addresses: lawyer, lawyer, school loan, collection agency, cellphone company…

“Dude, I would do it for you. In a heartbeat,” Bryce pointed out sullenly.

Auger blew his breath out through puffed cheeks and dropped the stack on the little table. “Bryce,” he said wearily in that
not this same old crap again
 tone, “you already do it, man, for
everybody
.”

“Not true,” Bryce retorted with an arrogant quirk of his eyebrow. “I only do it when I am getting paid.”

Auger sighed disgustedly. He flopped back on the sofa, dousing himself in sunlight. Callie heard her breath puff over her tongue as the golden light swept over every knot and swell.

Stop that!
 she yelled at herself.
Is there nothing else in this apartment to stare at??

“I don’t fight,” Auger growled through his teeth. “I’m not just holding out on you, Bryce. I don’t fight.
Ever
.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Callie called out suddenly from the kitchen. Neither man acknowledged her.

Bryce sighed dramatically and pulled his tank top over his head, sniffing it briskly before throwing it toward the other corner. He peered down at his pecs and abs, checking the spray tan for streaks or blotches. Then he shrugged, apparently satisfied, and picked up a set of 50 pound dumbbells from the rack. “Right… right… you’re living the life of the reformed sinner… redemption and all that…”

“Bryce, leave him alone,” Callie warned, walking back toward the chair by the window. She flopped down on the worn upholstery, holding her breath by habit. They had gotten it off Craigslist and every time someone sat down it gave off a whoosh of stale grandma air.

Auger pivoted back on the sofa and laid out flat, crossing his feet toward Callie over the curved metal arm. She glanced at his bare soles and then looked down at her hands.

“Come on, Auger…” Bryce huffed as he curled each dumbbell to his shoulder. “I told Orion I would have somebody else, and Tony… Kirk… they’re in Green Bay at some Indian casino. It’s just one night.”

“I don’t fight,” Auger said again, his voice muffled behind his hands.

“Bryce, let it go,” Callie warned him. She saw his eyes bounce off her and back to Auger. He wasn’t going to listen to a word she said, but she knew Auger wasn’t going to give in, either. He could be bad cop. She could be silent cop.

“It’s on a boat, man. It’s a party for some rich people who want a little entertainment. No blood, just a couple of body shots and then you tap the mat. You’re done.”

Bryce paused, a dumbbell hovering next to his shoulder when he shrugged innocently. Auger squinted at him incredulously and coughed at the back of his throat. He started to say something then stopped, cutting his eyes toward Callie and adjusting his tone to something more reasonable.

“Listen, Bryce, I know what that means,” he said, his voice gravelly with restraint. “Everything is tame until somebody loses a bet. Then they want to see you get... hurt. I don’t want to be on either side of that, and I don’t know why you do either.”

Bryce tipped his head sideways, brushing off the criticism. “Whatever. It’s a living. You think anybody loves their job all the time? You think Callie loves
her
job?”

“All she has to do is hold her arms over her head and walk in a circle, Bryce,” Auger growled.

Callie’s jaw fell open. Auger pulled his head off the sofa and looked at her. “No offense.”

She cough-laughed, trying to think of a snappy response. “Yeah. uh...
whatever
.”

“Hey, ring-girl is a noble profession,” Bryce retorted.

Groaning, Callie let her head drop back and stared at the ceiling. “Please don’t try to help me, Bryce,” she pleaded.

“No, but it is!” he insisted. “How else are people gonna know what round it is, am I right? Just count? All the way to three?
On their own?
”

“Oh, geez, just stop…”

“I mean, they’d probably love it a little more if it paid two or three grand a night…” Bryce sighed meaningfully.

Auger pulled his arm down from his eyes and turned his head. Bryce dutifully curled the barbells over and over, purposely flexing his pecs.

“Three grand? Jesus,” he repeated in disbelief.

“Well, you’re new. Three grand would be a stretch,” Bryce shrugged. “But you’re guaranteed 2K.”

“That’s what Orion said?” Auger asked, sitting up. “For sure?”

Callie picked her head back up. She stared at each of them, not quite believing what she was hearing. “Hey, wait, no,” she interrupted. “Bryce is probably mistaken…”

“Guaranteed, man,” he said directly to Auger, ignoring her completely. His eyes were bright. “And you don’t even have to win. Two minutes in the ring. Tops.”

Her stomach started to knot. Something was wrong here. Some carefully choreographed cart was going right off the rails.

“Auger, no way,” she said, shaking her head and trying to catch his eye.

We have a deal, man!
she called out silently.

Bryce stood up tall, stretching his hamstrings one at a time. “Listen, you know I love you, man,” he began.

“Bryce, don’t…” Auger growled.

“—but you’ve been here six months—”

“Not by choice…”

“And it was supposed to be a couple weeks. Hell… your
mail
comes here now. And by the look of it...”

“No, that’s fine!” Callie interrupted again, sitting forward and looking at each of them. Neither would meet her eye and she held her hands out to each side. She could feel she was being boxed out, excluded like the unmated girl at a middle school make-out party.

Auger sighed. She tried to connect with him psychically.

Come on, man! You promised!

“Yeah,” he grunted, staring at the ceiling.

“I know you’re all good-ol-boy proud,” Bryce needled, excited by the upper hand he seemed to be getting. “A fresh start and all that… But you gotta start somewhere.”

“I
have
 started,” Auger growled, his light brown eyes flashing dangerously. Bryce instinctively lowered his gaze.

“I know, I know…” Bryce admitted. He put his hands up like he was being arrested.

“It’s been easier for you,” Auger continued, one finger aimed at Bryce’s sternum, his tone a distinct warning.

“Yeah,” Bryce chuckled with a shrug. “Well, I’ve never been burdened with dignity. You know that.”

“I’ve got resumes all over the neighborhood,” Auger said almost to no one. Bryce didn’t answer.

“I know you do!” Callie pitched in helpfully. “You’ve been persistent. Something will come through! It’s just a matter of time now.”

“There’s that new coffee shop…” he continued like she hadn’t said anything. “Those roasters, what are they called?”

“Amped,” Bryce said mechanically and dropped to the floor. He stuffed his feet under the lazyboy chair and started doing crunches.

“That sounds perfect,” Callie said, her head bobbing back and forth between them like an animatronic doll. Neither seemed to notice.

Am I invisible or what?
she wondered.

“Amped,” Auger repeated dully. She nodded her enthusiasm.

“I’m not waxing my chest,” he said suddenly.

“No!” she blurted out, standing to face him. Her chest twisted like it could fold in half.

We had a deal!

“What?” Bryce said, breathing heavily through his reps despite his efforts to remain cool. It had always bothered him that Auger was naturally buff even though he never seemed to lift anything heavier than a beer can.

Auger twisted his square jaw as though he was pushing the ideas around in his mouth, and they tasted terrible. “I’m not waxing, like,
anything
. Or tanning, or whatever it is you do to get that…
color
.”

“You’re pretty hairy, man…” Bryce said uncertainly, scowling.

Auger sat up and folded his arms over his massive chest. Callie stood there, shaking and helpless. He wasn’t budging, she could tell. How had he changed his mind so fast?

“Hey, come on, Auger,” she started again, frantically trying to dive into his eye-line, “if it’s the money, don’t worry about it. There’s time. You’ll catch up.”

He glanced at her, nostrils flaring... that drive-by sneer he used to give out when they were kids, like she was dust. She crumpled a little where she stood.

Fucking jerk. Fucking lying asshole... JERK!

“You’re gonna be sorry…” Bryce crowed. “If one of those guys gets a hold of all of
that…
” he paused mid-crunch and gestured at the pelt of light brown hair that covered Auger’s torso. “It’s gonna be dire. I kid you not — it will rip right off.”