Chapter 6
Chapter Six
LEO
“Some would call this stalking, but my dick and I consider it research of my future bride. At a distance. Without her knowledge”
T he incessant ringing as I dial Rome from my car is grating on my last nerve. I need him to pick up the fucking phone. He tends to play hard and work hard. Nights that are not booked with work he is buried deep in whoever he is currently seeing. My best friend has no predilections for the women he beds. He doesn’t care how thin or curvy they are, only that they submit to him. He finds the beauty in every size woman because it gives him a beautifully unique experience.
He answers, “What does the black winged devil need now? Did your date go that poorly?” My jaw clenches at the thought about the date. The sound of a paddle hitting skin echoes in the background followed with moaning. Are you kidding me? He is with someone right now and I am about to be the biggest cock block. I should care that Rome is about to have blue balls, but he has a hand and this is bigger than both of us.
“Rome, stop thinking with your dick. I need intel,” I bluntly respond. I sigh hearing him separate from his current play-toy. He puts a high premium on aftercare given how long and brutal sessions can go, I tune out his muffled words to his submissive until he finally comes back to the phone.
“Overlord of the underworld, what can I do for you today? I know you said you needed intel, it couldn't possibly be about the sexy forbidden daughter you are betrothed to, could it?” He quips at me. I grip the steering wheel so hard that it feels like it will break beneath my grip.
“She is going to be my wife. I don’t appreciate the comment about her appearance and you know it,” I chastise him. I shouldn’t be jealous. She is only mine in name. This is a dangerous feeling and I don’t like it. I cannot fall for her temptress ways, that is the kind of things that wars are started for. She may be as beautiful as Helen of Troy but I cannot change the course we are on anymore than she can.
“No harm intended, Death. You know I would never touch what is yours without permission,” he chuckles. Just because we have shared countless women in the past doesn’t mean we hold either party accountable to share in the future. Sharing a submissive or two can be so much fun. They want to please you both and it ups the stakes of the antics in the bedroom. I can tell one thing already, I will gladly destroy anyone who touches my Butterfly.
“I need every metadata trace you can find about my bride-to-be, photos, videos, contacts, everything and anything we can get without tipping off her dad or mine. Can you do that?” I question my friend knowing that technically my dad has more power than I do, but I think if it came down to it Rome would choose me. He knows that I would never do anything that would harm our business or put him in jeopardy.
“I already got it together for you. I had a feeling you would need more information before the nuptials,” he smugly answers. I hate his arrogance and one of these days it may cost him his life.
“How soon can I get the file?” I ask incredulously. I need answers and I need to swap vehicles. This high end car is far too suspicious. I need a neutral dark sedan to study her from.
I can hear the smile in his voice when he tells me,”I can bring it to your place in about an hour.”
“See you then,” is the only answer he gets before I end the call. I have never been known for long winded speeches or platitudes. The less you say the more people interpret what they want to hear. When people fill in the gaps they tend to be less reactive and it sets them on edge. Being a man of few words is the safest way to be. Driving home I focus on our conversation. My Butterfly was not what I expected. She is funny and holds enough beauty to start or stop a war.
I see the sparkle of the night sky heading home and I wonder what to make of my new prospect and how she will change the plans I’ve had for years. Pulling up to the gate, I use the key card to enter the property. Security is insurmountable when coming home. There are no guards in my house. I trust no one in my home and every door is thumb print sensor protected. The only people besides me who can enter my home are Rome and my father. If it were up to me he would not have access, but since my family money ‘came from his blood’ he required access. Given the distance from the restaurant to my house, Rome would be here any minute.
Opening the garage, I park my car and get the dark blue American sedan I had for just this kind of thing. The dark tinted windows would keep me hidden from others, and it was bullet proof with a level of stealth that I would need. Rome pulling into the driveway had my head perk up. It was time to get the information I needed about my butterfly. Walking to where he pulled up, he rolled down his car window.
“Romeo, Romeo, Where art thou file on my bride-to-be?” I chuckled. Rome shook his head knowing that no matter how much he protests about my use of his true name and Shakespeare jokes, I would never stop. I may be the Angel of Death but if I planned to run the empire I needed a quality education. Grabbing the file from him I am filled with nervous excitement to go Butterfly watching.
“This is everything that I could find on her without alerting anyone that I was digging. The information is conflicting and unclear if you line everything up. Have fun and let me know if you plan to get into trouble,” Rome answered.
“Thanks Romaine, I’ll caesar you later,” I joked. My eyes flitted over the pages of information about my Butterfly. Her birthday and general information is not what I need. Digging deeper it has her dating history. Pictures of my seductress at various events on the arms of some of the most dangerous men in the world. The monster within pushes against his flesh cage seeing her this close to them. Taking deep breaths, I look at the images closer, looking for the slightest indication as to how my Butterfly feels. She looks so stiff where the men touch her. Like she doesn’t want them to touch her. The smile on her face is enough for Hollywood, but it isn’t the one I got. The smiles are different and she is not looking at the men. It feels like trying to do a puzzle in the fog. I know I'm missing pieces, but without more information I cannot figure out what I am missing.
I need to observe her closely to understand her and now I know where I need to go. It's time to watch her in her natural habitat. I know I shouldn’t be this invested as she is just as likely to kill me as she is to help me, but I need answers. I need the answers to the mystery that is my Butterfly like my next breath. I finally pull onto her street and smile because the house is a corner property. That is so much easier to watch. Fabbri is so sure that no one would dare to approach him on his home turf due to the size of his empire. Little does he know that we have been quietly growing. Keeping our people out of trouble but recruiting and planning for the day that I take my revenge.
It takes a few minutes to figure out what upstairs bedroom is hers but I highly doubt Fabbri would have the candles that I spotted with binoculars in his windowsill. Now it's time to wait for movement. It's late, but not so late that I would expect a woman in her early twenties to be asleep already. Holding the file that Rome prepared for me so hard it creased, I read it for the third time. She is a temptress known to do her father's bidding at any expense including her body but what I have been told about her doesn't fit. She is beautiful and a mystery and I hate it. The need to understand my opponent is overpowering. Living in this lifestyle is like chess but more deadly. I have waited twelve years since I made that promise to my sister and every move since that day has been calculated.
I see the light flicker on in the room. She steps inside and is just as beautiful as she was at dinner. Her brown locks are in a bun and she is in much more comfortable clothes. Her long shirt ends just above her knees. Seeing her like this makes me salivate. Is this what I can expect to see her like when we live together? Even relaxed she grabs something off of her vanity and sits in a chair in her room. Using the binoculars I see a tablet. No, that's not a tablet that’s an e-reader. Is she reading right now? I don’t see a TV in her room.
Watching intently as she sits there in complete focus on her book, I smile and wonder what she will think about the library in my house. That is the moment when I see her other hand adjust her shirt.My breath stills in my chest like I will scare off my Butterfly before I enjoy the show. Her skillful hands move her lace panties to the side and her pussy is glistening in the lowlight of the room. My pants are uncomfortably tight again because of this woman. I undo the top button and pull my shaft out of my boxers. The touch itself is enough to nearly make me come.
Watching her spread herself open while she reads might be the most erotic thing that I have ever seen. She doesn’t know I am watching but in all fairness, she is only showing me what is already mine. She teases herself as I stroke in the same rhythm, groaning at the sensations. The cadence in which she changes from toying with her clit to circling her entrance is intoxicating. This might be wrong but fuck it feels so right. Her legs spread wider allowing more access and a better view. First, one finger slips inside of her and she tilts her head back. I need to hear her moan. No, I need to be the one to make her moan. The unbridled need coursing through me is more powerful than years of sexcapades and kinky clubs could provide. There is something raw about this intimate moment that has me teetering on the edge. She adds a second finger and continues the steady movements while using her palm to hit her clit. Every muscle in her body tenses as she comes all over her hand and I finally let myself finish.
Unbuttoning my shirt with my clean hand I smile. The irony in the fact that our first shared orgasm is one she is unaware of. Finally sitting there in just a tank top I refocus my eyes on her room. She has taken off her panties and is using them to clean up the mess she made. Her face shows the haze of her orgasm. She takes down her hair, turns off the light and goes to sleep. That must have been one hell of a book to garner this level of reaction. I can’t sit here all night no matter how much I want to. Turning on the car I drive home and sleep on all the new information I have gathered about my Butterfly.