Part Forty-Two

“You need to get laid.”

Kelley looked up from where he stood next to his Escalade and Lee’s eyes bore into him. “I’m not a cheater.”

“He meant with your wife.”

“That’s not likely to happen, Mase. We don’t have that kind of marriage.”

Mason put his phone back into his jacket pocket and looked at Kelley. “You need to get your head back in the game and then you can take care of Hanson Chadney.”

Kelley’s jaw clenched and he closed his eyes briefly, willing away the images of Hanson and Milana, his hand on her ass. He felt jealous because Milana didn’t even give him the time of day, spent as much time away from him as she possibly could and she let Hanson touch her.

“My head’s fine, let’s go take over a hotel.”

Charles had rebuffed every attempt to set up a meeting and finally Lee lost it and filed a motion with the courts to force Charles and his lawyers into a meeting. Blaire and Blain were keeping a fine eye on the accounts of the hotels and Charles had just dug his own grave earlier in