Chapter 6
I sit in the back booth of the Gentlemen's Club waiting for the man who hired me for a job to show up and give me the details on what he needs me to do. I pick up my whiskey, letting the burn slide down my throat, giving me something to focus on. Getting to see Aaron for a few hours took away a lot of my tension, but I’m still restless.
He didn’t ask where I had to go, nor did I tell him. I’d like to keep him far away from the type of work I do these days. It’s the safest thing for him. Thankfully he didn’t seem upset when I mentioned Cea. I’m hoping if I play my cards right, I can keep them both. Hell, maybe I’ll get lucky for once in my life and they’ll want each other too. My lips tip into a smile at the thought.
A tall man walks up and takes a seat next to me.
“You must be Valentino.”
“You can call me Blaze. You must be Carmelo.”
I eye him, looking him over. My head isn’t sending off warning bells; he doesn’t give me the feelings of being someone I need to worry about. But I don’t know if that’s me or my ego talking at this point.
“You can call me Elijah,”
he says, stopping the waitress to order us another round of drinks.
“You called me here, what can I do for you?”
“I heard you can track anyone down and hack into any system you want too. Is that true?”
“Pretty much.”
I drink the last bit of my whiskey as the waitress walks up with our refills.
“I have a job for you.”
A look comes over his face, changing from a relaxed persona to all business, piquing my interest. “What do you need?”
“If you’re as good as you say you are and actually did your research, you should know I run this city and anything in a fifty-mile radius,”
he starts.
He’s right, I did do my research. He runs the Italian Mafia in this area and does a lot of bad things. But there are two lines he doesn’t cross, women and children.
I nod my head for him to continue.
“The Mayor has brought skin trade into my city. Even though I’m having him taken care of as we speak, the big dogs who run it are still around and will continue to run it here as long as I allow them.”
He takes a sip of his whiskey. “I won’t. I need you to find out who they are and I need all the information you can find on them. Maybe try hacking the Mayor's electronics, see if you can recover any useful tips there.”
Curiosity gets the best of me. “Who’s taking care of him? Why couldn’t they get the information?”
Elijah glares at me. “I have the best of the best handling his ass. They’re not getting the information for reasons you don’t need to know. Can you do the job or not?”
I smirk, throwing back the drink in front of me. “Depends, how much are you paying?”
Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve done this job just for the fun of fucking some pieces of shit up, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
Elijah lets out a low chuckle. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ll make it worth your while.”
Nodding, I stand from the table and put my hand out to shake Elijah’s. “You have yourself a deal, Carmelo.”
Saying our goodbyes, I make my way out of the bar to head home.
Elijah may just need me to hack systems and get information, but my monster lives for shit like this and he has been roaring to come out and play.
Sure, I got a kill in earlier, but it’s been a while since I was able to just let loose.
Elijah just handed me a feast fit for a king. My monster and I are about to have some fun.
It’s been two days since I’ve seen Blaze. He claims he’s busy with his job and will see me soon. I’ve visited “Cea’s Place”
the last two nights to try to get a glimpse of the beauty that has Blaze’s attention.
The first night I never caught a glimpse of her, but last night she was behind the bar fixing drinks.
I had left the bar thirty minutes before closing, waiting for her to come out so I could follow her home, just to know where she lived.
Tonight, I waited outside, Cea should be making her exit any minute.
There’s something about her that just draws me to her.
Her dark eyes pull me in, I can see the fire burning behind them, waiting to be unleashed.
The smile she reserves for her employee and some old man that occupied a stool half the night have me jealous. A part of me wishing she’d use that smile on me one day.
The door to the bar swings open and out walks Cea and her employee.
He’s tall and handsome, not my type, but I can see the appeal.
I was never really into guys until Blaze.
Hell, maybe I’m still not really into guys.
I’m just into Blaze period.
Maybe my sexuality should be labeled Blazexual.
Cea locks up, and as soon as she’s finished, the guy, I think I heard someone call him Daren, walks her to her car, kissing her on the cheek.
Jealousy heats my skin.
He shouldn’t have his lips on her.
He shouldn’t have his lips anywhere near her.
Forcing myself to calm down, I watch as she starts her car, pulling off to head home.
Pulling up, I park down the road giving her ten minutes to go inside, before I get out of my truck and make my way to her place.
She lives five minutes from her bar, which must be convenient for her.
The street is quiet, most house lights are off as I sneak my way up to the side of the house.
Light sneaks through the back window shades, I can barely peek through a crack.
I watch as she undresses, dropping her clothes to the ground.
She goes into what must be her bathroom and shuts the door.
I test the window to see if it's locked, and it rises right up.
Climbing through, I try not to make a sound as I crawl through the small open space.
I can hear the shower running, soft hums coming from the bathroom.
I wonder if I can sneak in there? Scare her away from Blaze.
Getting rid of those thoughts immediately, I face the room, taking Cea’s space in, trying to push the jealousy down.
A queen sized bed is pushed up against the wall, purple blankets covering it under a mountain of pillows, a flat screen hangs mounted on the wall opposite in the perfect location for a movie or whatever the fuck people do these days.
There's a dresser with a few pictures of her and the guy from the bar.
Who is this asshole? He must be someone important for her to have pictures of them together.
Is he her boyfriend? Hopefully.
Blaze may actually leave her alone.
Who am I kidding, he’s already jumped in.
I may actually have to give her a shot.
Something pink catches the corner of my eye and I turn my head, there on her bedside table sits a toy.
I smirk at the thoughts of Cea using it on her clit, making herself cum all over it.
Walking over to the toy, I pick it up, bringing the rose shaped object to my nose and inhale, wanting to know if she as addicting as Blaze says.
My cock twitches and I palm it trying to get control of myself.
Something comes over me and I bring out my phone to look at the time. She’s only been in the bathroom for about two minutes, surely I have plenty of time to have a little fun.
Need overcomes me as I bring the toy to my mouth, sticking my tongue out, licking over and in the hole at the top.
Trying anything to maybe get the slightest hint of what our girl tastes like.
Shit, did I just say our girl?
I throw my phone on the bed face down, unbutton my jeans, yank them down, and pull my hard cock out of my boxers. It doesn’t take long for it to stand at full length. Low singing comes from the bathroom and I use the sounds of Cea’s voice to imagine she's moaning my name, our names.
Pressing the button on the side, I start slowly stroking my cock. The toy vibrates at the lowest speed and I rub my finger across the top, realizing it uses a suction. I press the side button again, the vibrations picking up speed.
I slowly start rubbing it around my cock with thoughts of our dark-eyed beauty using this on herself. Bringing the toy to her clit as it sucks, her arousal spreading down her thighs. The vision in my head is so clear, I can imagine myself crawling between her legs, slowly sliding my tongue up the inside of her thighs and licking up every drop of wetness I can find.
“You like that baby?”
I moan to myself. I bet she tastes like the best drug, the kind even money can’t buy.
I continue to drag the toy along my length until I get to the tip of my erection. The top of it instantly sucks my tip and I’m hit with a tidal wave of desire and need.
“Fuck Cea,”
I groan. Just thinking of her juices all over this toy from the times she's orgasmed on it and now they’re all over me. I can picture myself taking her clit into my mouth, sucking on it, while nibbling every so often. Inserting my fingers, curving them to hit her g-spot, her creaming all over my face.
The noise from the bathrooms turns to moans. She must have needed a release too. The thoughts of having her essence on me and the sounds of her moans floating through my ears is all I need. I cum all over her covers. I stroke myself a few more times, slowly coming down from my orgasm. Looking down, white streaks of hot liquid cover her sheets. Call me Picasso, because this is a fucking masterpiece.
I hear the water shut off and panic sets in. I take the toy, placing it in the middle, and don’t even attempt to hide the evidence of me being here. I want her to know someone was here, marking their territory, claiming her as theirs.
Picking up my phone, I hightail it out the window and close it as soon as the bathroom door opens. I forgot to close the blinds, but there's no time now. She was going to know someone was here, regardless.
I take off running to my truck and hop in then check my phone for any missed calls or messages. When I look at the screen, it says “call ended.”
What the fuck? I go to my call log to see who I butt-dialed and Blaze's name is the last shown. Clicking it, I see he was on the phone for five minutes. Shit.
My phone lights up with a text message, but I already know who it is. I glance at the screen, New Message: Blaze. Opening the app, I can feel the sweat forming at my hairline.
Blaze: Your place. Now.
Oh fuck. I’m in some deep shit.