Chapter 3 #2
He’s staring at me with dark disapproving eyes and his voice is both right in my ear and miles away. He looks hazy. Like he’s moving side to side very fast and very slow at the same time. Maybe that’s me.
“Soren…what do you want?” I ask him, but I can’t stop smiling even when I feel annoyed.
“You’re the head of the Dresvanni Family and you’re banging people in public,” Soren reminds me. Though, only half of his words process now, the rest processes later.
“Yeah?” I tilt my head to the side. “You’ve been watching me?” I ask him and step closer. “Maybe you want to join.”
His hair is windswept, and he smells so much better than the other guy. He smells minty and sweet.
“Fuck off,” Soren shoves me back. “Unless you’re serious?” I see a smirk pull at his lips. “Does the big bad Carmine really want to be fucked by me?”
A bit of my sobriety leaks back in at his words. I blink at him. “If anyone’s getting fucked, it’s you.”
“You’re already fucked, Carmine,” Soren tells me. “Whatever this is…” He motions toward me.
I huff and look beside him as the guy returns.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Nothing. Let’s go outside, more private there.” I grab the shot and drink it, slamming the glass on the table. I’m not sure what I’ve just drank. I can’t taste anything.
“Carmine, at least wear a fucking condom!” Soren calls after me, and I feel something hit me in the back. I don’t go after it, instead I rush outside with the guy, to the back, where an alleyway separates the club and a closed bakery.
“Who was that guy?”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. We gonna fuck?”
My tongue feels heavy. I can hardly get any words out now. All I want is to feel so much bliss that I can’t think or feel anything else.
But as the guy tries to stroke me and get me ready to take him, nothing is happening.
“Just…keep going,” I mumble.
“It’s okay, it happens.”
I growl, frustration heating my body. The warm fuzzy happiness fading and instead exhaustion and ache pools in my stomach.
“No, it doesn’t!” I grab him by the front of his shirt and turn us around until he’s smushed against the brick wall.
“Hey…man, I’m just here to have fun,” he tries to shove me, but I keep my grasp on him.
“This doesn’t happen to me,” I huff.
The guy quickly zips up his pants and grabs his wallet from the back of them.
“Here, just…pay my tab, I’m done here, okay?” he shoves money into my shirt collar.
I sigh and let go of him, watching him rush up the alleyway.
“Wow, that was pathetic,” a voice comes from the left of me.
At first, I think it’s Soren again, but it’s not. Not even remotely.
It’s one of the Carvel girls. She’s standing a few yards back with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
I shove the money into my back pocket and immediately reach for my gun…except, it’s not there.
“Where’s my fucking gun,” I rumble out. My own voice is slightly weak and strained.
She laughs at me. “Someone took your gun, how fucking perfect.” She steps closer. “In a back alley with no gun and your dick out.”
“Hey, what’s going on here?” Soren’s voice this time. “Someone lose a gun?”
The Carvel woman looks over at him at the same time I do, and I see him holding my gun in his right hand.
“That’s mine.” I step over.
“Just holding it for you.” He doesn’t give it to me. He looks to her. “Get lost.”
“Whatever, I came out here to smoke, but…now, I think I have an interesting story to take home,” she smiles.
I reach for my gun from Soren, but he steps back slightly and prevents me from doing so.
“Do whatever you need to stay relevant,” he tells her calmly.
She rolls her eyes, and disappears down the alleyway too.
“Give me my gun,” I demand.
Soren shakes his head. “No. Not in the state you’re in, I’ll drop it off at your place.”
“What is your problem?” I ask him.
He scoffs. “My problem? What’s your problem? I know…okay, I know what just happened, but… what did you take, Carmine? You’re fucked up, and I mean messed up. Look at you.”
I look down at myself. I’m covered in sweat, semen, alcohol… I reach down and try to get my boxers and pants fixed back up, only just barely managing to do so.
“None of your business.”
“Maybe not…but, other people think it’s theirs,” he tells me.
I lean against the brick wall and brush my fingers through my hair. My ears are starting to ring.
“Who? The Carvels? Pft.”
“A rival is a rival. You keep giving them the idea that you’re compromised, they’re going to take a chance,” he tells me.
I glare at him. My eyelids feel so heavy, and the high has turned into a low. Everything feels so…difficult. Moving. Breathing. Blinking.
Especially thinking.
“Not compromised,” I say.
Soren steps closer. “You are, and you need help. A watcher, at least. Our deal doesn’t have to just be about the extra guards. I can make sure no one gets to you while you’re…dealing with all this.”
“I’m fine,” I growl at him.
“You’re an idiot,” he huffs at me. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.” He grabs me by the front of my shirt. I feel a twitch in my pants.
I tilt my head back against the wall and close my eyes. “Don’t need anything.”
I’m not sure what happens next, because everything is foggy and dark. I’m so tired.
The next thing I remember, is the rolling of tires underneath me in a car, and then my bed.