Bart had a rude awakening coming. Unfortunately Luke had invited his friends, including the asshole he used to trust. Friends. With friends like this… Luke knew without having Jessie tell him anything about what had transpired that Bart wanted a taste of her. He’d know that fact at the BDSM party. They had sparred during those years, vying to best the other on in business as well as pleasure, no matter what the outcome. Marla hadn’t been the first moment of competition between them and obviously she wasn’t going to be the last. Bart was on the prowl and had his sights set again on what Luke had, no doubt Jessie first then stakes in his business perhaps? That bullshit wasn’t going to happen. He could tell by the look on Bart’s face the man was curious as to what he’d say or more pointed, how he was going to react. Nodding, he moved toward the iron railing at the edge of the building. The lights of the city were twinkling, the downtown below teeming with activity.
