Chapter 654
“Mr. Lloyd, I get that Natasha can warm your bed, but you can’t just openly play favorites,” Dylan complained, obviously dissatisfied.
“West End’s got it good, but don’t you dare turn a blind eye to South City. We deserve our share too!”
It was clear from Dylan’s tone that he was here to shamelessly demand the same special formula for his crew.
Natasha chuckled seductively and said, “Dylan, please, how can you even compare yourself to me? I’m always on call for my darling, ready to make sure he’s satisfied in every way–so satisfied that he’s too blissed out to get out of bed the next morning.”
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She narrowed her eyes teasingly. “And you? You’re just a roughneck who knows nothing but fighting. Can you offer what I can?”
Dylan snorted. “True enough. That thing between your legs is famous for locking a man’s soul right out of his body. I can’t compete with that. But just because I can’t doesn’t mean South City doesn’t have its own perks. If Mr.
for him!” Lloyd needs, I can arrange premium ‘services‘ in no time–bring in the hottest women in Jayrodale
Natasha scoffed. “Hah! Those pretty little decorations who can’t do anything but moan? My darling wouldn’t waste his time on them. Besides, what do you think they can offer better than me? I know all the tricks to make him feel like he’s floating on air.”
Dylan’s face darkened. He could not deny it–Natasha really did have a reputation for mastery in sex acts. Sure, modern trends like yoga pants, tight jeans, schoolgirl outfits, and fishnet stockings had their appeal. However, none of that could rival the raw allure and expertise of a woman like Natasha.
He chuckled dryly. “No doubt about it–You’re a man–eating enchantress. But the problem is, you need a willing victim first, right? Seems like Mr. Lloyd isn’t into you. All your tricks are wasted if he doesn’t bite!”
Despite working under Andrew’s leadership, Dylan and Natasha often competed with each other, each vying for his favor. Usually, Andrew’s presence kept things civil. However, when their rivalry escalated, neither of them held back.
Dylan’s jab struck a nerve. Natasha’s expression instantly turned icy. She hissed, “Really, Dylan? You had to bring that up? Yes, my darling isn’t interested in me right now. So what?”
She continued, “If he weren’t holding me back, do you think your South City would still be standing?”
Her delicate face twisted with menace, her femme fatale charm now replaced by the deadly presence of the Black Widow. Dylan sneered defiantly. “Oh, is that how it is? Then why don’t we settle this?”
“Name the time and place. Let’s see if you can really snap my neck.”
Natasha’s eyes blazed with fury. “How about right now? I’ll make sure you’re crawling out of here with a broken spine!”
Dylan, equally enraged, moved as if to strike. However, before either could act, there was a deafening crash.
Both turned in shock. The marble coffee table in front of Andrew had shattered into shards.
Andrew’s voice cut through the tension like ice. “So the two of you can’t be in the same room without fighting for attention, huh? Am I invisible to you? Do you think I’m dead or something? You’re really testing how much I can tolerate!”
The chilling tone in his words froze both of them in place. Their faces went pale as they stood silently, heads bowed, not daring to meet his gaze.
