The Bad Boy CEO

By: Sugar Jamison

Chapter 1

“Sir?” The unsure voice of Colt King’s secretary came through the intercom on his desk.

She had better sound unsure of herself. He’d told her he was not to be disturbed under any circumstances. He was working. Doing what he did best, acquiring another shop to add to King’s Customs’ empire. He needed to focus. “I told you I do not wish to be bothered.”

“I know, sir, and I’m sorry, but there is someone here to see you.”

“Get rid of them.” He turned his attention back to his second in command, Cedric Lathan, and the report he had compiled about the custom motorcycle shop they were about to buy. The owner was proving to be difficult, holding up the sale. He said it wasn’t a money issue, but one of pride. He didn’t want his little mom-and-pop shop to be lumped in with the big boys, and so far he had turned down every offer they had presented him with. He would bend soon, though. In Colt’s ten years in the business he’d learned that everyone had a price. The owner could be bought. “Increase the offer by fifteen percent.”

“Are you sure? We’ve already increased our offer three times. The shop is not worth what you are willing to pay.”

Cedric was smart. Colt respected the Harvard grad’s opinion and sharp financial mind, but King’s Customs was his business. He’d taken it from a little car shop just outside the Las Vegas Strip to an empire with shops in thirty states. He knew what he was doing. “I don’t care. I want that shop. You go back to him—”

Colt heard heavy footsteps pounding on the floor just before the door slammed open.

“This is bullshit. I don’t need to make an appointment to see the son of a bitch.” Colt sat back in his chair watching calmly as the furious man stomped into the room. He was huge, covered in tattoos, wearing black motorcycle boots and an expression that would terrify a lesser man. “You pick up the phone when I call you. You can mess with everybody else, but don’t fuck with me. I’m not scared of you.”

“Sir?” Colt’s harried assistant rushed through the door. “I called security. They are on their way. Should I call the police?”

“No. You both can leave.” He looked at Cedric. “Security won’t be necessary.”

Cedric blinked at him, looking back and forth between him and the man scowling in front of his desk. “Are you sure?”

“Get out.” They both left, but not before giving his unexpected guest another cautious look. “Did you miss me, Duke? I’m touched. Really. I think I’m getting a little choked up.”

“You’re going to be choking when I shove your ugly-ass tie down your throat,” his older brother said to him with the nasty scowl that was so characteristic of him. “You pick up the phone when I call. I don’t give a fuck what you’re doing. You may be sitting behind this desk, but this is still my damn company.”

“This tie cost more than everything you own put together.” Colt studied his ex-convict, sometimes violent, always hostile older brother, wondering how hard he would have to hit him to knock him out. There was no doubt in his mind that Duke could kill him. But there was no way in hell he was going to let Duke barge in here and walk all over him. He may be the younger brother, but he sure as hell wasn’t a kid anymore and he didn’t have to do a damn thing Duke said. “You interrupted my meeting. We’re still trying to acquire that custom bike shop so we can start the new division of King’s Customs.”

“I don’t give a shit about that shop. I should be more concerned why nobody in the building knows who the fuck I am. This is my damn company.”

“The company I run. I make the big financial decisions while you play with your cars. I’m in the office every day. You haven’t been to corporate headquarters once. You’ve never interviewed or met the staff. You told me that you didn’t give a shit who I hired as long as they didn’t fuck up. Nobody’s fucking up here, Duke. Which is probably why you haven’t dragged your ass down here in two years.”

“My playing with cars is the reason you get to drive your fancy, expensive, imported piece of crap. And just because I’m not down here trying to figure out how to take over the goddamn world doesn’t mean I don’t read the reports. I’m always checking up on your ass. Don’t think that I’m not. Don’t forget who’s in charge.”

Me, he silently thought. If it weren’t for him, Duke’s name wouldn’t be on custom car paint and accessories. No one would have known that his brother had an amazing eye for design and detail. There would be no reality show that their younger brother, Levi, hosted, showing off Duke’s work and showcasing their brand. They wouldn’t each have millions of dollars in the bank. Yeah, King’s Customs might have been Duke’s baby, but it was Colt who made the business grow and expanded it to the empire it was becoming. But he wasn’t getting into that now with Duke. He didn’t have to. He knew what he was worth. “What do you want, Duke? I know you didn’t come here to brighten my day.”

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