“You bastard, you’ve already made up your mind, haven’t you?”
“I spent last night at Jack’s. I was going to talk to Jim this morning.”
“You fucked Jack before you had the decency to even tell Jim?” Bear asked in a menacing tone. He shook his head in disbelief. “You know that Jim Boy really runs this place for you. You may deal with the Doms and the business end, but Reed, I hate to tell you, Jim Boy owns the back of the house. You do him dirty and all the unattached subs who count on him to look after them, all of the kitchen help, your suppliers—hell, everyone—will be pissed.”
“How could you think I’d let Jim go?” Reed shouted. “I wouldn’t fire him, I need him here.”
“How could you be so stupid as to think he’ll stay and watch you shack up with Jack? How ignorant and selfish can you be? Why would Jim want to stay around and see your mug every day?” Bear’s expression turned belligerent.