2. Vito
Vito
W oodlawn Beach in Pensacola, Florida, has been home for a few years now. I enjoy the peacefulness of the ocean as waves crash against the shore. The driftwood and seaweed emit a calming scent when I step out of my house every morning.
I wouldn’t trade my view for the world.
Or, I wouldn’t have … Until my eyes landed on the cute waitress in the Blue Heights Diner a few months ago.
I’d been there a couple of times prior to the day I saw her, but obviously not during any of her shifts.
But after that first time she served me, spilling the food and drink on me, I was hooked.
There’s something sweet and addictive about a woman who is so vulnerable in showcasing her feelings the way Stella did.
It’s not something a man in my position is used to.
My adulthood has been spent first in war as a special forces soldier, then, after returning home, intending to become a cop but unable to pass the psychological tests, I became a man for hire.
In the last decade, I’ve taken all types of jobs in various corners of the world. Typically, whoever offers the highest price receives my services. When I started working closer to home about six months ago, the Adair family became my largest clientele, with the Deviant Sinners MC coming in second.
The things I’ve done have ranged from eliminating abusive members of the families they save to hunting some of those predators down or surveilling them for prosecution.
The only thing I won’t do is kill or kidnap children.
I’ve even made a few boat runs south to bring in women, children, or people trying to escape poverty, abuse, and the cartels.
Stella has me looking in a different direction for my life, though, and I like what I see.
The things I want. But only with her. Today was a breakthrough in my opinion because after the first time we met, she’s avoided me like the plague.
Any sort of interaction from the stubborn woman has been a damn miracle, and it screams green light to me.
I don’t plan to be quite as psychotic as my older brother, Dark, and not let her know my name until our wedding day, or stalk her and send filthy text messages. I want Stella to clearly understand my intentions, which is why my eyes have a hard time leaving her body when we’re in the same space.
“Hey, man, thought you’d be back here.” Bishop Kincaid comes strolling down the pathway of my backyard to the small space on the beach I’ve taken up.
“Beer?” Grabbing a bottle from the cooler packed with ice, he drops into the chair next to me and cracks it open.
We sit in silence for a few minutes before he finally says, “Easton tells me you aren’t doing any out-of-town jobs for a while.” Bishop and his brother are the ones I mostly deal with for the Adair jobs. It helps that I served with them for a few years.
“Got a girl here,” I reply.
“So he says. Quite the looker too, I hear.”
It’s difficult to temper my reaction. Of course, Easton noticed her. Who the hell wouldn’t with those fuckable hips and that ass made for a good, hard spanking.
“Tell him to keep his hands and eyes to himself, or I’ll remove them.”
Bishop belts out a belly laugh loud enough to scare off the seagulls scavenging the beach for their dinner.
“Noted.” He tips his bottle at me. “He tell you about the job we need you for here?”
“Yup.”
“And?”
I stare at Bishop, not shocked that he wants me for this one, but surprised it’s just the three of us.
“I’m in.” There’s an industry up-and-comer they used to control.
He’s transporting weapons, selling drugs, littering the streets with dirty narcotics, and the guy needs a lesson.
We’re going to serve it to him. “What he didn’t tell me was when? ”
Chugging the rest of his beer, Bishop leans forward, eyes on the waves slowly rolling in as the sun begins to set. “Tomorrow night. They don’t realize they’ve found their way onto our radar yet. We’re going to hit ‘em with a big bang at their warehouse near the port.”
“You got the ammunition?” I ask. He affirms. “I’ll be there, then.”
Bishop takes another beer, pops off the top, and we discuss the details of my involvement and the timing of everything. As darkness settles in, I’m hit with a yearning to have Stella in my bed sooner rather than later and start imagining dragging her home one day after work.
“You’re thinking about her,” my friend points out.
“Hard not to. I’ve waited a long time to find someone like her.”
It’s never been a secret that I’ve craved a Daddy Dom relationship. The problem I’ve always had is finding the right woman for the role. Stella seems to fit it to a T. Not only does she submit when she’s near me, but she’s also always looking to please me, even if she doesn’t realize it.
Shaking his head, Bishop gets to his feet and says his goodbyes as I continue to fantasize about my girl.
Stella is shapely in such an attractive and seductive way.
She’s not overly tall but not super short either.
Her head probably comes up to my collarbone.
Her hips are a little wider than some of the girls she works with, perfect for childbearing.
Her tits are a delightful handful for a man like me with oversized mitts.
And the way she fills out the uniform, I just know she has thick thighs and a soft belly.
The day I get her naked in my bed will become the start of my new religion. Worshipping her body in ways that would make Satan blush.