"Of all the f*****g times to interrupt!" I cursed under my breath as I made my way downstairs and out the front door into the night to find Stringer standing there with a grave look on his face.
“This better be important, String.”
“You think I'd have left the fiesta if it wasn't?” he replied.
“The rest of the boys are going nuts in there. You scared Dante pretty bad. He's comping dances left and right and the bar's flowing like a waterfall.”
"Lay it on me then," I told him as I buttoned the top button of my pants and winced at the pressure put on my d**k. I was fully boned up — not the condition I wanted to be in while talking to my number two.
His call had come from the emergency phone, the one that let me know he had to talk now. I would have ignored anyone else trying to interrupt
