The Night Boss
The Boss’s grip on his coffee tightened.
Below, Jaylen approached Rico with a rag slung over his shoulder. They spoke quietly, too quiet for the Boss to hear, but he didn’t need to. He saw the easy way Rico’s mouth curved at whatever joke Jaylen made. Saw Jaylen’s hand brush Rico’s shoulder as they worked side by side.
Something hot flared in his chest.
Not lust and not exactly.
"Possession!"
His eyes tracked every movement, every laugh, every flicker of Rico’s eyes towards anyone else. It was irrational — he knew that. The boys belonged to him, the shop belonged to him and everything here belonged to him.
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