Chapter 4
Ryan
I stood outside the nightclub waiting. Why was I so nervous? Bennett had been telling me all day my mind wasn't on the job, and he was right. Trixie and I were having 'the chat' today. She'd agreed to a weekend with me, much to my surprise, and all we needed to do now was sort out the details. I knew she was probably only doing it out of spite because Tony had offered her up as a bet, but I didn’t fucking care. She’d said yes, and that was all that mattered to me.
I was outside smoking my sixth cigarette in a row when she came out to find me. She looked beautiful. Her long hair was half up, and she had loose curls framing her face. She was wearing silver hot pants and a small, tight red top that left little to the imagination. She must be dancing later.
"Here you are," she smiled, her eyes roaming my body unashamedly. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
"I needed a smoke."
"Are you going to share?" she asked, raising a perfect eyebrow. I handed my half-smoked cigarette over to her and watched her inhale before handing it back.
"I thought you'd be angry. Honestly, I really didn’t think you’d agree," I muttered, trying to keep my eyes from drinking in her sexy legs. I couldn't wait to get between them and have them wrapped around my neck while I attacked that pussy of hers. My mouth was watering just thinking about it.
"Oh, I am! I’m beyond fucking livid , but not at you," she muttered. Her eyes were darting everywhere except at me.
"You're angry that Tony agreed to this?"
"I'm more pissed that it was decided on the roll of some dice," she replied, crossing her arms. Did she realize how amazing her chest looked when she did that? I tried so hard not to stare at her gorgeous tits, but failed miserably.
"You can say no, you know. I would completely understand. This is your choice, Trixie. I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to."
"Tony fucks around on me all the time. Why should he be the one to have all the fun? Besides, this is the only chance I’ll ever get with you." Sweet fucking Jesus Christ...she stood there and licked her lips as her eyes roamed up and down my body. She was totally eye fucking me. "I have to admit...you are one hot piece of ass." My cock was instantly hard, and I needed to tell him to stay the fuck down before he ripped through my slacks. The fact that Trixie was quoting me, using my own words against me...well that certainly didn’t help. She was such a fucking tease.
"I've been thinking the same thing about you for two years, Trixie."
"Yeah, I gathered that from how often you’ve asked if you could fuck me," she giggled.
"So...where are we going to do this? Your place?"
"Sure, if you're okay with that. I mean, if you want to get a hotel or something, we can..."
Her laughter had my words trailing off. "Your place is fine. Tony is away this weekend, and I thought it might be better to do this while he’s out of town." Shit, that was only three days away. Three motherfucking days!
"I'll send a car for you at seven on Friday, then," I replied, finishing my cigarette and discarding it on the ground. I couldn't stay out there with her for too long or people might start talking. The fucking women at the club didn’t know how to keep their goddamn mouths shut about anything!
"I’m looking forward to it." Without any warning, Trixie took a few steps closer to me, and I could feel her chest against mine as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "I hope you fuck as well as I imagine you do," she purred seductively. Fuck, I almost came in my pants right then.
"You’ll just have to wait until Friday to find out, won’t you?" I smirked, running my hands into her hair. Holy shit, it was so smooth and silky.
"Until Friday, then, Ryan." She chuckled as my lips got a little too close to hers. I felt as if I had vertigo when she moved away from me. "Do you have any requests about what you'd like me to wear for the weekend?"
"It doesn’t fucking matter what you wear. I don't intend for you to be wearing anything for long once I get you into my bed," I teased, giving her my panty dropping smile. Fuck me! I heard her gasp quietly and realized that it might have actually worked that time.
"I have work to do," she replied, looking a little flustered as she rushed away. Somehow, I had gotten her worked up and she wasn't even naked yet. Maybe she wasn’t as immune to my powers as I once thought.
I wandered back into the club a few minutes later. When I scanned the room, I saw that Trixie was already working the pole. Fuck, she was incredible. Every man in the club had his eyes on her.
"It's just a weekend , motherfucker!" Tony snarled in my ear. "Don't get any fucking ideas. Trixie is and always will be mine ."
"I'm aware of that, asshole, but a deal is a deal. You need to relax."
"Hopefully she'll start talking to me again afterward." I don’t think he meant to say that aloud, but my ears perked up.
"She's not talking to you?" I had to rein in my amusement. I knew that with the way Tony was tonight, it might start a fight if I laughed. The dumb fuck was still getting over his gunshot wound and was pissed that he had a limp.
"I've never seen her so angry before."
"That happens when you offer her as collateral for a damn bet." Fuck, I shouldn't have said that because even the smallest thing could set him off. Surprisingly, though, Tony glared in my direction before limping off through the crowd. He needed help with his anger problem. I was getting sick of his attitude.
"What was all that about?" Bennett asked, taking a seat next to me. "Do I detect a problem in the ranks?"
"Tony is still pissed about getting shot."
"You're stronger than him and Carlo knows it." I turned to Bennett, rolling my eyes. I knew he and Jamie were on my side, just as Adam and Mickey were on Tony's. I would never go over Tony’s head, though. I didn’t want to be number one—ever. Why the fuck would I when I already had everything I needed?
"I'm slightly older than Tony. He still has a few things to learn."
"A few ?" Jamie sniggered, joining us and jumping right into our conversation.
"He's Carlo's son," I pointed out.
"That doesn't give him the right to think he's better than all of us," Bennett commented. I was going to reply, but something in the distance caught my eye. Trixie looked to be having trouble on the main stage with some patrons. What was it with these fucking men? They knew the fucking rules! The girls on the main stage were not to be touched!
"Ryan, where the fuck are you going?" I heard Bennett and Jamie call to me, but I was already making my way through the crowd and wasn’t about to turn back and explain myself. They'd follow me anyway; I only ever walked off when there was trouble.
When I saw Trixie being grabbed by at least five intoxicated dickheads, I pushed violently past the last two men in my way. "Get your fucking hands off her!" I roared, punching and headbutting whoever I had to so I could reach her. "Where the fuck is security?" I snapped as Bennett and Jamie reached my side, helping me with all the fuckers in my way. Trixie was shaking when I finally reached her. I needed to get her the hell out of the main room. Without even thinking, I scooped her up in my arms fucking bodyguard style, and carried her to the girl's locker room in the back. She clung to me and laid her head on my chest. My hands were touching her bare legs since she wasn't really wearing much, and I had to try really hard to fight back a moan. Now was not the time to be getting turned on by her sexy as fuck body. For fuck’s sake, the poor girl had just been mauled by five assholes. The last thing she needed was for me to start humping her leg like a horny fucking teenager. I was no better than the fuckers we left behind.
"It's okay, Trixie," I soothed, kicking the door to the locker room open. "I've got you. You're safe now." Still, she didn't say anything.
"What happened?" Barbie asked as she caught sight of us. She was my regular fuck—because god knows I had to have at least one. There was no way in hell I was ever getting blue balls, and if I had waited around for Trixie for the last two years, they would have shriveled up and fallen off long ago. Barbie had one hell of a mouth when it was wrapped around my cock, but damn, was the girl clingy.
"Can you get Trixie a drink? Some fuckers tried to grab her onstage, and I think she’s in shock still. Oh, and find Tony. That fucker should have been watching her. I can't do fucking everything while he’s healing," I bellowed. Barbie scurried off without a word.
I sat Trixie down on the sofa in the dressing room. "Hey," I cooed, lifting her chin up so I could look into her eyes. "Do I have to treat you for shock? Or should I give you mouth to mouth?" That was all it took, and she smiled up at me then. "There's my girl." I grinned, moving my hand away from her face.
"Thank you, Ryan," she whispered. "That's not the first time you've come to my rescue." Didn't I know it? I always came to her rescue. I was such a fucking pussy when it came to her, but someone needed to protect her. Tony was always too busy playing gangster to see how dangerous it got for a woman of her beauty in here.
"You need to speak to Tony. When the club is this busy, you’ve got to have more protection."
"I'll talk to him," she replied as Barbie rushed in with a bottle of vodka.
"It's okay, Trix," she stressed, pushing me out the way. She never did like Trixie and I being too close. She probably thought she had some sort of claim on me because she was my regular fuck. Fucking women.
"I'm alright, Barbie. Quit fussing," Trixie moaned, pushing her friend away but taking the vodka bottle first. "You should go out there. Bambi’s gonna need you. The crowd is absolutely crazy tonight." Glancing between the two of us and then toward the door, Barbie looked torn. I could tell she was about to protest, and I wasn’t fucking having that.
"Just get the fuck out, Barbie!" I commanded. With one last longing look in my direction, she was gone.
"You can go, too, Ryan. I'm fine," Trixie murmured as I turned to look at her. "I have an hour to pull myself together before I go back onstage."
"Back onstage? Trixie, that’s crazy! You should go home."
"No, really. It's nothing, I promise. I just freaked out when those drunk assholes got on the stage and started grabbing for me."
"You're an amazingly brave young woman."
She laughed to herself before speaking. "I must be to have agreed to sleep with you. Barbie talks about you all the time, you know." That definitely piqued my interest.
"Does she, now? And what exactly does she say?"
"I'm not going to stroke your ego.” Her eyes focused in on my crotch for a minute before she spoke again. “Or anything else for that matter. Well...not tonight, anyway." Sweet fuck, would Friday come already!?
"I can see I'll have to keep an eye on you," I chuckled, standing up. She'd stopped trembling, thankfully, and I knew Tony would arrive at any second, limping in and acting the caring boyfriend. My job was done.
"Ryan?" I turned, watching her wide, chocolate brown eyes as they searched deep into mine. "This weekend, can I ask you to do me a favor?"
"Of course."
"Will you call me Siena the entire time?" I had no idea what that meant, but I wasn't given a chance to find out. Tony limped in at that moment and took the beautiful Trixie home with him. I guess any chance of an explanation would have to wait until Friday.