7
Ryker
I lounged on my bed at Mom’s, legs stretched out, but booted feet hanging off to the side as requested by my sister. The scent of watermelon lingered in my nose, but I pushed aside thoughts of Pia’s glossy lips wrapped around my d**k and pulled out my cell.
“Devil,” I said the second he answered. “Need you to do something for me.”
“Whatcha got, Ryker?”
I gave my tech geek Viper brother all I had—Pia’s name and number, the young woman’s name she’d saved from the strip joint the night before. Said girl, one Dasia Walker, hadn’t been working for Mikey long. He’d been more than willing to cough up her full name for me when I’d stopped by on my way back to Mom’s with Jenny’s donut holes.
Mikey and I went way back, and he owed me a few favors, anyway. I made sure to assure him he w
