Pawliday Love

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

GRAYSON

I ntrigued, I pulled my cell out to text my head of detail, Harrison. He was one I could count on for tapping, investigating, and so much more. More than half of the crap he did was a miracle.

“Hey, Harrison. I need a favor. Find out what this farmer's daughter’s plans are for the tonight. Her name is Daniella Hagard. Get it to me as soon as possible.”

“Farmer's daughter? The ranch you went to today?”

“That would be the one.”

There was no need to text him back. He was trustworthy and loyal.

I was going to see her again before we left Colorado. That was a guarantee.

As we arrived at my aunt’s home in the north end of Colorado Springs, Jacob was green again. My sister-in-law came out to tend to him as the kid hurled on the ground.

I went to talk to Pierce. I wanted him to drive me around in case I had more than a few drinks. Now, all there was to do was wait on Harrison with the information I inquired about.

Outside tossing around a football with the guys, Neal, a cousin of mine, asked, “Are you coming out with us tonight?”

“I may have plans already, but I'll let you know if anything changes,” I replied.

“Well, if your plans change, we’ll be at a bar called Wild Spur's Club. They’ll be a wet t-shirt contest. You should come. Could be fun for an out-of-town boy like yourself.” He wagged his brows.

“You need a woman, Neal. Badly.” I chuckled, tossing the football up in the air, then catching it.

“Ah, cousin, this is why I go to the clubs. Come have a few drinks. Take a load off, and maybe get laid. You’re looking a bit stiff.”

I laughed. “Let me think about it.”

As soon as I said that my cell buzzed in my pocket. I tossed the ball to Neal, then pulled the phone out to look.

Harrison.

“Seems like she'll be at a club called Wild Spur's Club.”

“Thank you, Harrison.”

“Yes, sir.”

I turned to my cousin. “Looks like I’ll be going to this club after all.”

“Great, man. We’ll leave about eight. Also, we won't be back home until around two a.m.”

“I have my own ride. I'll probably leave earlier than that.”

“Suit yourself, buddy.”

After roughly another hour of hanging with the guys out back, I left and headed to the hotel to shower and change.

To solve my hunger pains, I had Pierce stop at some small mom and pop place that I’d spotted down a one-way street to grab a bite to eat.

I noted on the menu in bold writing ‘The Daily Special’ with ‘Rocky Mountain Oysters’ beneath it along with three other entrees.

I knew what that was. I wasn’t trying it.

Pierce, on the other hand, stated, “I think I’ll get the Rocky Mountain Oysters.”

I lifted only my eyes, head still partly lowered as I studied the menu. “Really?”

“Why the hell not?” He waved the waitress over to our table.

“You’re really going to eat bull nuts, Pierce?”

“I’ve had a lot of things in my mouth, Grady. Some not so tasty and most things men would die for.” He wagged his eyebrows.

“Pussy isn’t to be compared to bull nuts,” I countered.

Instinctively, I considered what Daniella’s pussy would taste like on my tongue as I held her writhing body captive on my bed.

He chuckled. “You only live once.”

“You two ready to order?” the waitress asked, holding a pad and pen. If she’d heard us speaking, she was doing a great job hiding her thoughts.

Pierce gave her his order, then she faced me. “Bison. The chef’s special is fine,” I said.

“What type of veggies would you like, sir?”

“Whatever the chef suggest is good.” I nodded, then gave her the menu once she’d finished scribbling the order onto the pad.

When it came to vegetables, I wasn’t picky. However, meat was another story altogether.

Roughly twenty minutes later, two servers came to our table with a bottle of wine and our meals. Once they disappeared, I ate slowly, enjoying the flavor of the bison.

Pierce and I bullshitted as we ate. The conversation led to my last kill.

He surveyed our surroundings, then began, “Bad call on my part,” he said with a fry in one hand ready to dip in some kind of white sauce. “You should’ve just killed him that first day.”

“You’re right. I think he was an excellent liar, though.”

“I won’t disagree with you there.”

The place was fairly quiet for this time of day. I understood what he’d done before he spoke freely. Pierce took precaution. Nonetheless, it was a good thing we were tucked away to one corner of the restaurant. Out of earshot and prying eyes.

“Scum,” I muttered.

He spoke low, “Yes. I fucking believed what he said. But I guess when you’re faced with a knife at your throat, you’ll say anything to live. He fooled you too. That in itself is remarkable that he was capable of convincing you he wasn’t lying. You’re usually dead on when people are lying.”

“Well, it won’t happen again.” I straightened my spine. I had more than enough people lie to me and I’d called them out on it as they took their last breath in front of me. “I got him in the end. It’s over,” I added casually.

“I think you got carried away. It was messy, Grady. The cleanup crew sort of complained this time.” He forked another nut, then brought it to his mouth.

I almost gagged. I had seen more bloodshed by my own hand to people who didn’t deserve to live another minute. But to see Pierce sit across from me, snacking on Rocky Mountain Oysters , made me sick to my goddamn stomach.

“I tried to keep the blood to a minimum. It’s not my fault the fucker was a free-bleeder.”

“I suppose not.” Pierce licked a few crumbs off the fork.

“I killed him slowly.” I grinned, pleased with the outcome.

“I saw that firsthand. Next time let’s put plastic or something up to minimize getting the space so messy. You were like an animal tearing into his first kill.”

“Thank you.” I chuckled. I looked at my cell, then said, “Let’s get out of here.”

I left a sizable tip on the table and went to pay the bill.

Outside of the restaurant, I decided to take a stroll alone in downtown Colorado Springs. The weather was nice for a late evening. By now back home, I’d need gloves and my coat.

I thought of her . I knew she wouldn't call for dinner tonight. Why would she when she had a temporary boyfriend? She probably never thought of me either as she readied herself for him. I hated the fact that she gave herself to such a boy that couldn’t provide the basics that a beautiful woman as herself required.

I could give her what she required.

I could make her scream in the darkness of my dungeon too.

The last woman I fucked wasn’t into the whole domination sensorial thing. She hated being blindfolded. Said that she couldn’t stand not seeing what I was about to do to her.

There was a reason I blindfolded the women. I loved to take away their sense of sight. The way they reacted when I touched their flesh without them knowing I was going to did something to me. The feel of the tiny bumps raised on their skin from the excitement, made me hard.

It was a powerful thing to be able to take all control from someone just by eliminating one of their senses.

It’s erotic.

It’s dangerous.

And I love doing it.

I’m a fucking master at it.

I checked the time on my cell. Only seven-thirty.

Reaching the end of my walk, I came to the door of the club. There was a bouncer at the door checking for the underaged ones trying to sneak in. He nodded me in. There was no need to check my ID, I didn’t look my age, but I sure as hell didn’t look eighteen either.

When I crossed the threshold, I went straight for the bar. A bartender strolled over and asked, “What can I get for you?”

“Bud is fine.”

He stepped away for a moment, then returned opening the bottle. I paid the man, then half-turned to look around the bar. I located my cousins and a few of his friends sitting at a table that was facing the dancefloor and stage. I ambled over to them.

We actually had four cousins there. Neal, Conor, Becka, and then myself. Throughout the years, we’ve moved from place to place, scattering the family around. The distance worked for our family. It gave us pull where we needed. We were all spread out, but when we Italians got together, it was one hell of a party.

I left Boston years ago and relocated my business in Connecticut. I had to. It was where I called home now. I still went back to Boston often because it wasn’t far to travel. If I didn’t, my mother would probably give me the third degree.

The bar dimmed as the night went on. I sat and made small talk while nursing my third bottle of Bud. My cousin Becka scooted over next to me, then placed her arm around my shoulder. We’re a close-knit family.

“So… Grady, are you seeing anyone?”

“No, we broke up. And I'm not looking for anyone either.” I made my point clear.

“Don't worry, I'm not gonna try to set you up with my friends.”

I checked my cell, getting worked up. She hadn’t texted. Was she even coming here? It was after eight. Perhaps she was waiting on a friend.

Neal ordered more drinks and before he paid, I pulled out a hundred to give to our waitress. She stepped away, then shortly later returned with my change, smiling at me.

When she sashayed away, Conor shook his head. “Dude, do women everywhere do that shit to you?”

“Do what?”

“Fucking drool or act like they’re in heat around you.”

I laughed. “Don't you two have girlfriends?”

“Yeah, I do. She's coming later. Neal is single.” He joked at Neal’s relationship status.

I chuckled.