Before he left with his men, he Looked at Wesley. Confusion was written over his tan face.
“You look very familiar. Do you know Colonel
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Wesley the God of Warriors?”
irughed.
“Handsome, this is Colonel Wesley.”
‘This woman called another man “handsome” right before my eyes.‘
Wesley’s face darkened.
The young policeman’s eyes glistened with excitement the minute he realized he had met the God of
Warriors. Instantly, he stood at attention and saluted Wesley.
“It’s a great honor to meet you, Colonel
Wesley.”
Wesley nodded in response.
The excited young cop wanted to get an autograph, but afraid that he might cause more trouble, two of
his co-workers got him out of there quickly.
The booth finally regained its quiet. Carlos tossed the chips on the table and stood up.
“Damon, you’ll have to drive Megan hometer.”
Damon stared at the man who was putting on his coat.
“Eh? We’ve just started. Where’re you going?”
After ncing at him, Carlos replied tly, “It seems my wife has be unbridled. I‘m going home
right away to deal with her.”
‘Deal with Debbie?’ Damon rolled his eyes at Carlos and snapped, “Come on, Carlos. Just admit it.
You’re a ve to your wife. You do whatever she wants. I guess Debbie will get you to stand barefoot
on a porcupine. I’d like toe with you. See how you’re going to deal with her.”
Carlos was about to snap back at him when his phone started to ring.
The small rectangr phone buzzed insistently on the desk. Damon looked at the caller ID-it was
Emmett. Before Carlos could pick it up,
Damon answered and put it on speakerphone. Emmett’s anxious voice came from the other end of the
line.
“Bad news, Carlos! Debbie went to a nightclub! She is going to buy a rent boy!”
Silence reigned in the private booth.
Everyone turned to look at Carlos. Gloom clouded his expression, but soon disappeared. He picked up
his phone and asked calmly, “Which nightclub?”
“The one opposite Orchid Private Club,” Emmett answered honestly.