WIP Wednesday: Admission

Admission is finally released! If you haven’t grabbed your copy yet, you should.

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The throbbing in his head woke him up. He opened his eyes and then immediately squinted them against the sunlight coming in through the living room curtains. He didn’t feel right sleeping in the bed without her next to him so he passed out on the couch. His body ached as he pushed himself into a seating position and his stomach gurgled in protest. He’d stayed at the club and hung out with Lucas and other capos as they came and went. He tried to keep up with Lucas’s drinking but he’d learned the man had a very high tolerance for alcohol. It ended in him taking a cab home. One of the body guards he hired went back to get his car. He checked his phone. He needed to get his ass to the warehouse. Giovanni was gone and the last thing he needed was the guys thinking Jayce was slacking off. He brushed his teeth and washed his face. He popped a couple aspirin and made his way out to the garage. The doors to the elevator opened but he paused as he saw a scraggly looking guy peeking in the tinted window of the Camaro.
“Hey, what the fuck’s your problem?” he asked, walking over to the car.
The guy put his hands up and took a step back.
“My fault, man, this is just a sweet looking ride.”
Jayce looked the guy over. His beard was patchy and his clothes seemed two sizes too big for his small frame.
“Yea well it’s mine so I suggest you get the fuck outta here.”
The guy nodded, backing up. “Sorry, man.”
The guy walked out of the garage and disappeared onto the street. New York was full of weird people but usually they were at the train station not in the garage of his apartment building. He made a mental note to have one of the bodyguards check his car periodically at night. The last thing he needed was to come out to the garage and find out his car had been stolen by a junkie. Jayce shook his head and got into the car. He checked his backseat and the console to make sure there wasn’t anything missing. Once he was satisfied he headed towards the warehouse. When he got there the guys were already done loading the truck. Chicago was running short on coke and Cassandra had told Giovanni to have them bring a few crates down.
“Nice of you to show up.” One of guys said as he slid the door of the box truck down and someone inside the cab started it up.
“Looks like you guys got it handled.”
Another man scuffed. “No thanks to you.”
Jayce was not in the mood for it today. “If anyone has something to say by all means say it.” His voice echoed through the warehouse.
No one said anything as they all started packing up to leave. Jayce turned on his heels ready to leave when he heard someone whisper, “And that’s who is supposed to lead this shit?”
Jayce whipped around and had the guy by the neck and up against the wall in a flash. Some of the guys took a step back.
“Hey, man, chill.” Renzo squeezed out.
Jayce used his other hand to pull the gun from his waistband and point it at the man’s head. The man stopped struggling against his hold. Someone’s hand landed on his shoulder.
“Hey, Jayce, calm down he didn’t mean anything by it.” It was Connor’s voice. The only person in his crew that wasn’t always pissing him of.

Published by K.D Clark

K.D Clark started reading romance books way too young. Now she's a professional at writing books about bad men with hearts of gold. When she's not absorbed in her latest book, she can be found eating tacos alongside a strawberry margarita, reading, or talking to her dogs.

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