Chapter 22
Falcon
Aside from our normal runs, we haven’t had this much shit going on for as long as I could remember. There would always be issues: punks getting ballsy, roadblocks, deals going bad, normal shit to expect in this life.
But the last few weeks had been nothing but fucked between Raven getting shot, a change in command, a fight at a random club, and the rescue of a couple of unknown women. Now we had to entertain the idea that one of our own could be involved in the assassination and, while that was the most logical idea, it added a layer of crazy to it all, since it could be anyone. If anything, I needed a release. My girl was in my bed, but I had to give her the space she needed to realize she was mine.
Petrov had told us he thought there was some trafficking going on at her club, but hearing that Lacy confirmed it to Eagle hit differently. They were prisoners and were prostituted against their will. No wonder she ran when she had the chance. She only had a little cash, and she didn’t ask about canceling any cards or ordering replacements. I hadn’t seen a wallet, now that I thought about it. Did she have any ID? She hadn’t mentioned a replacement phone, either. Everyone had a cell these days and you could usually report it lost or stolen and get a new one. But she hadn’t said anything about that, either. Did they have everything taken away?
I let the hot water run over me and my blood boiled as I tried to figure out which piece of shit was running that operation. It wasn’t the slimy fuck that started the fight. He was a bouncer. And I remember the guy from the door. Closing my eyes, I recalled the bartender, too. That left one fucker. The only thing I didn’t know was if he was in charge of it all, or just the one that got stuck running the strip club.
It would take time since our club’s business had to be handled first, but that guy was going to pay. And if he wasn’t in charge, he’d tell me who was and that fucker would pay, too. Focusing on who hurt her was giving me an adrenaline rush that I had no way of expelling right now. Trying to regroup and move to something more present, I returned to thoughts of Daisy laying in my bed.
There was no way I could just take her now, even though she was mine. Part of me thought she knew it, but it had only been a couple of days since she got the fuck out of whatever was going on up there. She needed to know she could trust me. That I’d take care of her. That I wouldn’t hurt her and damn sure wouldn’t let anyone else. I had to show her. Let her come to me. But when she did…
Imagining her glossy lips again, my hand circled my already hard cock. I had to keep in the back of my mind that there was only a flimsy door separating us as a low growl rose in my chest. My free hand lifted and pressed against the shower wall as my other hand stroked over and over at the image I concocted of those full, pink lips circling my dick, bobbing back and forth as those pretty blue eyes looked up at me.
Needing to get the job done, I stroked faster, knowing that soon I could take my time and savor the real thing, but for now I just needed the release. I gritted my teeth as my muscles tightened just before I shot my load to the shower floor. With a few good rubs, struggling to stay quiet, I finished myself off and took a deep breath before I moved the shower head to wash it down the drain.
I washed up, turned off the shower, toweled dry, and then got dressed. I did my routine of brushing my teeth then tended to my beard with the balm I ordered off some website to keep it soft and tidy before combing it out.
When I left the bathroom, she was in the bed and her outfit from the day was piled next to her on the floor. If I hadn’t already relieved myself, I’d probably have to after realizing she was laying in my bed in the new little sleep shorts we got earlier.
I wasn’t sure she was asleep that fast, but I tried to be quiet as I rummaged through the small closet for a blanket. The night before I was too exhausted to even change clothes, but I needed a blanket to sleep on the futon that was in my room, and I couldn’t take the one off the bed .
Once I found an old, fuzzy blanket, I walked around the bed and grabbed the pillow she wasn’t using, tossed it on the futon couch, and lay down. I was too tall, and my feet hung over, so I rolled around, trying to get comfortable until finally I dropped one foot to the floor and bent the other so my foot wasn’t just dangling in the air.
It was dark, but I looked over and I swore she was grinning but her eyes were closed. That’s alright. I’d be back in my bed, with her, soon enough.