“Yep, I’ve got a team of contractors here, and they’re ready to go to work. You tell them what needs attention, and their crews will be on it.”
“But the rodeo doesn’t have the money to do the upgrades it needs. I’ve seen the books.”
“Yeah, but you haven’t seen mine.” I wink at her as I hop out of the truck and then go around to the other side to help her down. “I’m going to make you a deal.”
“I’m not sure what I have to offer in return. You already have everything, including me.”
“You’re right, but I still want to make a deal.”
“Let me hear it then.” She raises her chin, and it’s so damn cute when she’s trying to be tough.
I put my hands on the truck behind her and cage her in. That makes a little of her confidence fall, and she licks her lips nervously.
“I’ll front the money for all the work that needs to be done, and you’ll be in charge of managing this place.”
“What do you get in return?” she asks softy.
“I think you know what I want.” I press my body against hers so she can feel how hard I am. “I bought this place, and you came with it, but I want all of you, sweet thing. I’ll let you run this rodeo like it should be, but I want that tight little pussy you got on my dick.”
She swallows hard, and her lips part, but nothing comes out.
“I’ll take it if that’s how you want this to go, but I’d rather have you eager to make me happy.” Leaning down, I brush my lips over hers and then take a step back. “Come on, we’ve got people waiting.”
Chapter Nine
Tracy
Bronco threads his big fingers through mine. His giant hand engulfs my own as he leads me toward a group of men. If I had to guess, there are at least fifty of them lingering around waiting to be told what to do. A lot of them glance at Bronco's hand holding mine.
Is he trying to make a statement? I’d find it really sweet if I didn’t know this wasn’t only some temporary thing, and he doesn’t share. At least that seems to be the main point he is getting across to all these men. Bronco doesn’t need words to tell the world what he wants them to know.
I recognize a few of the workers from town, but I think most came in from the biggest city, about thirty minutes away. They’re all dressed in construction gear with a stack of tools behind them.
“This is Tracy. What she says goes.” A few of the guys I grew up with scrunch their faces in disbelief. I’m sure they're as confused as me. There’s no way they’re going to take orders from me. It’s laughable.
“Where’s Mr. Walker?” one of them calls out. I think his name is Andrew.
“I don’t give a shit where he is as long as it’s not here. You see him here, you let me know because it’s trespassing.” My attention focuses back on Bronco.
My father is really gone. That sounds a bit too good to be true, but he also sold me, so I’m useless to my father now. At the moment, I’m only going along with all this because my mind is spinning. Part of me is happy that I might never have to see my father again, but this other part, one that I don’t understand, hurts deep down inside.
“All right, boss man,” another one says. “Where do we start? We already cleared out the trailer.”
“My trailer?” I squeak. “Cleared out like…” I wait for someone to fill in this blank for me. When no one says anything, I turn and take off toward the place that has been my home for the past two years.
Bronco calls after me before he barks some other orders to the men. His steps are heavy behind me, and each one rumbles the ground, reminding me of a wild bull. He catches up to me as I turn the corner and freeze.
Fifty yards out, the spot where my trailer once stood is now bare. As is the rest of the parking lot. It’s been cleared of any litter or junk from the night before. There are still potholes and cracks in it, but concrete is damn expensive to repair.
I told my father if we started to charge for parking, we could pay to have it redone. I mean, half the time people party out here drinking their own beer. They could at least pay to park if they’re going to use it for a party zone and not drink our beer.
“Where’s my trailer?” I spin, putting my hands on my hips to square off with Bronco.
“It was a piece of shit, and it’s not going to be a hazard zone on the property.” His words are almost like a smack to the face, but I don’t flinch. In fact, I keep my face completely neutral. It’s my best talent really.