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  Hard Earned Cash

  By

  K.L. Hiers

  Copyright © 2020 by Stormy Night Publications and K.L. Hiers

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  Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC.

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  Hiers, K.L.

  Hard Earned Cash

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

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  Prologue

  Jimmy Poe was absolutely trembling in the back of the limousine, staring anxiously out the window up at Westchester Prison. His foot was tapping, fingers twitching, and his teeth were working at his lower lip with a carnivorous ferocity.

  “Jimmy,” Boss Cold said softly, a cool hand pressing against his leg and squeezing. “Calm down.”

  Eyes fluttering, Jimmy nodded frantically, but he still continued to fidget.

  “Breathe for me,” Cold said more firmly, his thumb slowly stroking Jimmy’s inner thigh. He squeezed his leg again. “Now.”

  Taking a few deep breaths, Jimmy’s pulse began to descend. Cold’s voice was beautiful and strong, and there was a very distinct purr that it took on when he gave orders. It worked its way directly into Jimmy’s brain, and he was powerless to resist.

  Boss Cold, also known as Roderick Legrand, the mob ruler of Strassen Springs, was not a man who tolerated any amount of disobedience in any aspect of his life. From his criminal empire to the bedroom, his word was law.

  It was the foundation of their relationship, and it gave Jimmy purpose and confidence, and it was a love like no other.

  “I know you’re excited,” Cold said soothingly, “but you’ll put yourself in a fit if you don’t calm yourself.”

  “There’s a part of me that still thinks this is all a dream,” Jimmy gushed, looking back out the window to the prison where his father had been trapped for so many years.

  Today was the day David Poe was finally being freed.

  He had been wrongly convicted for the murder of Jimmy’s mother nineteen years ago, and Cold had recently discovered that the killer was a traitorous member of his own gang. Justice was brutally served as the result of meticulous planning that not only granted David’s freedom, but also destroyed Cold’s enemies and left him completely untouchable.

  “It’s very real,” Cold promised, patting his knee.

  “Thank you,” Jimmy beamed happily. “Thank you for everything.” He leaned forward, trying to steal a kiss.

  Cold caught his jaw before he could, smirking faintly as he looked over Jimmy’s lips. He hummed, pretending to consider whether or not he was going to allow it.

  “Please, sir?” Jimmy pleaded playfully.

  Cold growled softly at the ‘sir,’ pressing a heated kiss against Jimmy’s mouth. “You wicked thing,” he snarled. “Teasing me right before I’m going to meet your father.”

  “You’ll have to punish me later,” Jimmy chuckled.

  “Careful,” Cold warned him, his thumb gently stroking over his chin, “or it’ll be a punishment you may not enjoy.”

  Heat prickled beneath Jimmy’s collar as he asked, “Mmm, your belt?”

  “Keep pushing me and you’ll find out,” Cold warned.

  Jimmy knew he could only tease Cold so much before he got truly aggravated with him.

  Although that did come with its own unique set of pleasures, he wanted his boyfriend in a good mood to meet his father.

  “I’ll behave,” Jimmy said, smiling when Cold kissed him again. He sat back in his seat, eyes focused out the window once more for any sign of his father.

  “Perhaps you should have come alone,” Cold mused.

  “Why? Never met anyone’s parents before?”

  “No,” was the flat reply.

  “Are you nervous?” Jimmy teased, delighted by the idea.

  “You really want the belt tonight, don’t you?” Cold scowled. “I do not get nervous.”

  Jimmy grinned and resisted the urge to giggle. He wasn’t about to argue, gasping excitedly when he saw the gates of the prison finally open and his father step outside. “He’s here! He’s really here!”

  Jerry was already opening the door of the limo, Jimmy tumbling out and breaking into a dead run to greet his father.

  “Hey, slugger!” David exclaimed, dropping his bag to embrace his son. He squeezed him tight and pressed tearful kisses into his hair.

  Jimmy’s own eyes were stinging with tears as he hugged his father as hard as he could. He was absolutely thrilled to be holding his father as a free man.

  “My boy,” David said, his voice cracking from so much emotion. “Thank you. Thank you for never giving up on me. I love you so much, kiddo.”

  “I love you, too!” Jimmy exclaimed with a big grin. “Oh, my God. You’re here. You’re really free, and, and, and my God. No more inch of glass, no more phone calls, you’re really here!”

  “Damn right,” David chuckled warmly, kissing his son’s forehead and giving him one last big hug. He nodded toward the limo, teasing, “I think your boyfriend is waiting for us.”

  Cold was standing by the open door with Jerry, patiently watching them with a small smile.

  “Right! Come on!” Jimmy said, grabbing his father’s arm and his bag for him. “I can’t wait for you to meet him!”

  David let Jimmy lead him, smiling as he offered to shake Cold’s hand, saying, “Roderick Legrand? I’m David Poe. I understand I have you to thank for my freedom. Thank you.”

  “The pleasure is mine,” Cold assured him, giving his hand a firm shake. “Anything for Jimmy.”

  “That’s what a father likes to hear,” David nodded with approval.

  Cold gestured to the limo, asking politely, “Shall we?”

  “Please,” David said quickly. “I have no desire to stay here any longer than necessary.”

  Jimmy climbed in first, eagerly grabbing a bottle of champagne that had been chilling. David sat down across from him, and Cold took his place back beside him.

  Jerry shut the door and got behind the wheel to drive them back home. Cold took the bottle from Jimmy to open it, pouring them each a bubbly glass.

  “Congratulations on your freedom, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, his voice holding a subtle purr as he raised his glass to David’s.

  Jimmy shivered at the formal title, but he tried not to think much of it. Cold was talking
to his father, after all.

  “I will gladly drink to that,” David laughed, clinking his glass with Cold’s and Jimmy’s. He took a long sip, coughing softly and clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s been a little while since I’ve had anything to drink.”

  “Quite all right, Mr. Poe,” Cold assured him, giving Jimmy a sly smile.

  Cheeks flushing, Jimmy narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the gangster. He only ever called Jimmy that when they were being intimate.

  Very intimate.

  Cold winked, looking back at David as he said, “I have a room ready and waiting for you. Please let me know if there’s anything I can do for you, Mr. Poe.”

  Oh, that dirty rat was doing it on purpose!

  “Please, call me David!” David insisted, tipping his glass back with more success.

  Thank God, Jimmy sighed to himself in relief. He didn’t know that his body would behave itself if he heard Cold say ‘Mr. Poe’ one more time.

  “Are you sure?” Cold asked, raising a brow. “I’m not usually so informal with people I’ve just met...” He paused, slowly licking his lips as he added huskily, “Mr. Poe.”

  Jimmy nearly choked on his champagne.

  “Seriously,” David chuckled warmly, “you’re offering me your home, your hospitality, and you’ve made my son a happy man. Call me David.”

  “Very well,” Cold relented. “You may call me Roderick.”

  “No ‘Boss Cold’?” David laughed.

  “No,” Cold replied with a smirk. “Rod is also fine, if you so wish.”

  “I can live with Roderick.” David hesitated, a moment of emotion warring on his face as he added breathlessly, “Thank you again. For everything.”

  “My pleasure,” Cold said, finishing off his champagne with a rare and genuine smile.

  “Are you hungry, Dad?” Jimmy asked, grabbing the bottle of champagne and refilling all of their glasses. “Jerry, the driver, super nice guy, he’s also a fantastic chef! He can make you anything you want.”

  “I wouldn’t mind a steak the size of Texas and a cold beer,” David said thoughtfully, smiling brightly at his son, “and a scalding hot shower to wash all this prison funk off.”

  “Totally doable.”

  They continued to chat all the way back to Cold’s compound, and Jimmy was proud when his father let out an impressed whistle as they drove through the gates up to the mansion.

  “Not bad,” David said, nodding in approval.

  As they pulled up front, Jimmy saw they had people waiting outside for them. Rowena Legrand, Cold’s younger sister, was there, plus Roger Lorre and Mickey Tamerlane, two of Cold’s top Gentlemen.

  Jimmy worried for a moment that his father would be put off by so many people, especially since neither Tamerlane nor Lorre exactly screamed friendly. He knew he and Tamerlane had met while in prison, but he wasn’t sure if it would be a happy reunion. To his surprise, David was all smiles as they exited the limo.

  He even reached out to hug Tamerlane, laughing, “Well, look at you! Hey, Mickey!”

  Jimmy cringed, thinking the assassin would not be much on hugging, but he was surprised again when Tamerlane hugged him back.

  “Hey, Doc!” Tamerlane greeted with a crooked grin. “Good to see you on the outside!”

  “Good to be seen,” David agreed, nodding toward Lorre. “And this must be Roger?”

  “Roger Lorre,” Lorre said, shaking hands with David. “Nice to meet ya’, Doc. Appreciate you fixing up Tamerlane while he was in.”

  “No problem at all,” David said with a humble shrug of his shoulders. He looked to Rowena, asking, “And this is...?”

  “Rowena Legrand,” Rowena cooed sweetly, slinking over to pull David into a big hug and kiss his cheek. “It’s lovely to meet you, Daddy Poe! Welcome to the family!”

  David actually blushed, saying politely, “Thank you very much, Miss Legrand. I appreciate that.”

  “Come on, Dad,” Jimmy said, taking his father’s arm and leading him inside. “I’ll take you up to your room, and you can get settled, okay?”

  “Sure, sure, sounds good, slugger!” David took a deep breath as Jimmy walked him upstairs.

  “You okay?” Jimmy asked quietly, gently patting his shoulder. His father seemed upset, and he didn’t understand what was wrong.

  “I’m good, son,” David promised him. “It’s just a lot. But I’m good. This is just...” He looked around the rich surroundings. “Wow.”

  “Yeah,” Jimmy agreed with a grin. “It’s pretty crazy. I still have trouble believing it sometimes.”

  He showed David into one of the spacious guest rooms, saying, “This is your room. Bathroom is through that door there. Me and Rod are down at the end of the hall. There’s clothes in the closet for you. Rowena helped me; I had to guess on the sizes.”

  David was looking all around, and plopped down on the edge of the bed. He was quiet, nodding along as Jimmy spoke.

  Jimmy frowned, sitting down beside him, asking, “Are you sure you’re okay, Dad?”

  “Been in prison a long time,” David said, his lips pulled back in a strained smile. “Rooms seem too big, lights are too bright.” He sucked in a shaky breath. “It’s a lot, son.”

  Jimmy leaned against his father, taking his hand and smiling brightly as he said, “I know, Dad. I mean, I don’t know, but I’m here. We’ll get through this together.”

  David’s eyes were getting damp again, and he kissed Jimmy’s forehead as he sighed, “I love you, slugger.”

  “I love you, too,” Jimmy replied, smiling sweetly. “Everything is gonna be fine, I promise.”

  “Baby steps, kiddo,” David chuckled, giving his son a friendly nudge.

  “Everything to your liking?” Cold’s voice called out from the open doorway.

  “Great,” David said quickly and wiped at his eyes. “Thank you.”

  “Jimmy,” Cold said firmly, “why don’t you let your father get settled, hmm? I’ll let Jerry know what to prepare for dinner. Steaks the size of Texas, yes?”

  “Perfect,” David agreed.

  Jimmy pouted a little, giving his father one last hug before getting up to join Cold. He shivered when Cold’s hand gently rested on his neck, saying, “You just relax, Dad. You need anything, call for us, okay?”

  Cold squeezed Jimmy’s neck hard enough to make his knees wobble, saying, “We’ll let you get some rest, David. Dinner will be ready by six o’clock.”

  “And seriously, you need anything at all,” Jimmy went on, “just let us know, okay?”

  “Thanks, slugger,” David said with a tired smile. “I will, I promise. I’ll see you guys a little later, okay?”

  “Okay, and there’s towels in the bathroom and soap and—”

  “I’m sure David can handle it from here,” Cold cut him off sharply, shifting his fingers up into Jimmy’s hair and giving a small tug. “Let’s go.”

  “Bye, Dad!” Jimmy exclaimed as Cold steered him quickly out of the room and down the hallway. He hissed under his breath, “You didn’t have to rush me out of there like that.”

  “Yes, I did,” Cold replied with a snort, leading him into their bedroom.

  “I just wanted to make sure he’s okay!” Jimmy protested, fussing as Cold pushed him toward the bed.

  “Jimmy,” Cold scolded, “your father has been in prison for many years. He needs time to adjust.”

  “He said he’s fine!” Jimmy argued. “My dad is one of the strongest people I know. If something was wrong, he would have told me.”

  “No, he wouldn’t have,” Cold countered. “He’s your father, and you’re his son. He is not going to tell you how difficult this is for him. Trust me. That is a man who needs space to breathe.”

  “You do not know my father better than me!” Jimmy snapped, surprised at how angry he was at the insinuation.

  Cold’s lip twitched at Jimmy’s raised voice, his entire body tensing as he replied, “I may not know your father very well, but I do know crim
inals.”

  “My father isn’t a criminal!” Jimmy argued loudly, his face flushing brightly.

  “No, but he spent almost twenty years living as one,” Cold replied, reaching out to wrap his hands around Jimmy’s throat. “Adjusting to life as a free man is not easy. I’ve seen it many times and lived it myself.”

  Jimmy sighed, relaxing under Cold’s firm hold. His fingers curled around Cold’s wrists as his eyes slowly closed. “I want to help him.”

  “I know,” Cold soothed, “but the best thing you can do right now is give him time. Do you understand me... Mr. Poe?”

  “Yes, sir.” Jimmy slowly began to smile as he added coyly, “That wasn’t very nice of you to tease me like that earlier, saying that in front of my dad.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Cold said innocently. “How else should I address your father?”

  “Anything but that!” Jimmy laughed.

  “I rather enjoyed watching you blush,” Cold said, his thumbs arching up to trace Jimmy’s jawline. “Can you imagine what your father would say if he knew...?”

  Jimmy grunted, his breath stolen away as heat crawled up his spine, hot with shame and desire.

  “What would he say if he knew his precious boy likes getting fucked raw by me?” Cold went on defiantly. “That he likes being owned, that he enjoys having his body dominated by me and me alone...?”

  Jimmy began to pant, his tongue swiping anxiously over his lips. He couldn’t think, and his cock was getting so hard. “Please, sir... you can’t tell him.”

  “Oh?” Cold smiled wickedly. “Can’t tell him what, Mr. Poe?”

  “That... that I like it.”

  “Like what?” Cold pressed.

  “You owning me,” Jimmy breathlessly replied, his eyes flooding with need. “Telling me what to do. Making me yours... I can’t... I can’t live without it, but I can’t tell him that...”

  “On your knees, Mr. Poe,” Cold ordered, releasing his hold and unbuckling his belt.

  Whining eagerly, Jimmy dropped right down and stared at Cold’s thick cock as he pulled it out. He began to drool almost instantly, waiting to be given permission to touch.

  “Open your mouth, Mr. Poe,” Cold commanded.

  Jimmy’s lips parted immediately, and he groaned when Cold began to rub his cock along his lower lip. He was already salivating, breathing in Cold’s strong scent.