105. Party of sorts - 2

Party of sorts - 2

. - . Riley . - .

I had asked West last night if he had contacted anyone, but he didn’t spit out a word either.

“Why are you here, Tank? Do you need something?” Scar says as before I can ask Tank anything.

“A blow job,” he says with a twinkle in his eyes. I know he is talking to Scarlet, but his fixed gaze at me pisses me off beyond no explanation.

“Try that and I will bite it off. Then maybe shove it in your mouth,” I grit through my teeth.

His face contorts with anger as he strides towards me. Scarlett rushes between us, creating a barrier while my fingers twitch to grab the knife on the counter behind me.

“West won’t be happy if you create a mess in here.”

“He isn’t my fuckin boss.” He snarls.

“Even others won’t be happy. This is an important meeting, Tank. Please… Calm down.”

With a jerk, he grabs Scarlet’s hand and backs away. “Join us for the party or die in the kitchen, but you cannot leave this area until the party is over.”

“I was looking forward to attend