Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Christian
“We found the truck abandoned by the river. That’s all though. We got nothing else,” Kirk says, and I frown. “I’m still looking around Boss.”
Fuck.
I punch the steering wheel, jerking my car, and gaze out to the Chicago skyline.
It’s night again and I got nothing. After hours of digging through shit I’m no better than I was this morning.
Now Kirk is telling me the same shit. The truck doesn’t tell us anything.
Kudos to us for finding it but I’m guessing that if was supposed to truly help us we wouldn’t have found it at all.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do now. I wanted a lead to work with. Having nothing leaves me suspended in the air not knowing where to turn, and another day wasted.
I’ve just parked up at the club to check on things, but it looks like I’m gonna have to go back out on the streets later.
“Keep looking,” I tell him. Kirk is one of our enforcers, but he works with me. He has for years because he knows how I work. Together we’re normally able to come up with something. No matter how small it is.
“I will,” he promises.
“There must be something we’re missing,”
“Yeah. I think so too. We’re gonna circle back over the places we checked. Falcone must have bought silence for a high price. That’s the only thing I’m thinking,” he says making a good point we have to bear in mind.
“I’ll join you later.” If I have to search for Falcone all night, I’ll do it. Losing sleep is a small price to pay in comparison to the bigger picture.
Earlier I ignored my father’s calls. He’ll be pissed at me for that and he’ll know I ignored him on purpose. I just want to have something, some sort of lead, before I speak to him. Something that shows I’m trying to fix what happened and not fucking around like the mindless playboy he thinks I am.
“Alright, see you later.”
Kirk hangs up and I get out of the car.
This is bull shit I need to fix fast. Time is getting away from me. Even if I had some idea of what Falcone had planned for the guns it would help. Jonny didn’t know shit. That wasn’t surprising since I doubt Falcone would have shared his planed with my warehouse staff.
I head up the steps to the club and look for Louise.
I’m gonna have to get her to watch the place tonight and tighten up security.
I don’t like leaving the girls working too late when none of us are here.
As sophisticated as the club is, it can attract all sorts of dumb fucks and unsavory characters.
It’s fun being the last bachelor and having all the attention.
But the shit side to that is the fact that because the other guys now have families, it’s just me who’s here most of the time.
The club is open every night and it used to be that there’d be one of us in charge each night, but most nights would see all of us here.
It was mainly Georgiou who’d be absent because of his work at Giordanos Inc.
He’s the only one that’s married without children, but I know him and Evie are planning to have kids soon.
She was eighteen when they got married and he was thirty, same age as his best friend Henry who he shares her with.
I guess they wanted their threesome of fun before having kids.
I head to Louise office then I hear music that doesn’t quite fit in to what I’m used to, and I realize the angel is dancing.
Lilly.
I should congratulate myself for going the whole day without thinking of her. Now that I have the image of her naked body present in my mind, my damn cock hardens at the memory of her and the way she tasted.
I paid five grand. That was definitely an expensive meal but worth every penny to have the taste of her in my mouth. What can I say? I’m a sick bastard that way. Paying for the taste of pussy. The taste of arousal. At least I can admit it.
The music holds me the same way it does with everyone else and I find myself moving over to the balcony to watch. I see her and I know I’m as enchanted as every motherfucker is here who’s watching her.
I thought I was imagining things last night when the place went silent, but I wasn’t. It’s happening again. People were watching. The sinners who frequent my club have stopped what they were doing to look at the angel floating in the ball.
Dressed in white again, Lilly looks like a real angel. Literally like she’s been loaned to us from heaven. The sheer white see-through strapless gown flirts with her body, caressing her the way I want to. Long white blond hair flows out as she moves, dancing on her toes.
Through the smoke and lights that focus on her I can see her perfect body.
The pink tips of her nipples pressing against the fabric and the smooth skin running down to her mound.
She’s naked because that’s what I wanted.
Tatiana did everything I asked for, except she exceeded my expectations and got Lily. a real angel.
The woman undoubtedly has a body of perfection and I’m almost enraged at myself for allowing others to see her in this barely there dress that’s showing off her finest assets. Those breasts, that ass and those hips.
What I look at though is the way she moves. It’s gracefulness and sophistication at their finest.
It’s like she’s not really here. Like she’s set apart from everything else that’s happening. I wonder if that’s what she’s doing in her mind. Is that how she’ll be able to do this job that clearly doesn’t suit her.
Someone who spent years training at Julliard and has the impressive resumé this woman has does not end up in my sex club dancing the way she is.
So what’s her story?
And, why do I care? It’s not the first time I’ve been curious about a woman. Definitely not the first time a woman has piqued my interest.
However…
She’s the first in a long, long time to spark that part of me that’s been locked away for years.
Lilly comes closer to me in her glides of grace and I get lost in the vision of her. Her movements draw me in and once again I feel it… that spark. It’s small but definitely there.
For a moment I stare on at her and take note of this feeling she creates inside me. In my thirty-six years, only one person has ever managed to reach that part of me. One person. One girl.
One girl who is no longer living. She chose it so.
Nothing has ever reminded me of the past until this woman.
I’ve purposely never allowed anything to stir that memory and I’ve certainly never allowed anyone to get as close to me as Amelia…
Amelia
That was her name. It still hurts to think her name, and I haven’t spoken her name since her death either. In some cultures, people don’t say the name of the dead when their gone. There are all sorts of reasons why. Whatever the reason, I get it. I understand it for the mere fact that it’s painful.
The fact that this woman, this dancer, should stir a memory of a girl I couldn’t save strikes me. I don’t know if it’s’ good or bad. I don’t think it can be good. How can it be. But something inside me is curious about her.
She continues in her procession toward me. I don’t think she can see me watching though. Even if she could, she’s so wrapped in the music that only it has her attention.
Closer she comes, and closer. Then the smoke and the lights fade out and I can’t see her anymore.
Everything goes dark, above and below us. The music stops and the room is pregnant with silence. It stays that way, bordering on to a full minute before a flicker of light appears before me and I see her.
I see her and she sees me and in that moment, I know why she reminds me of Amelia.
It’s the way she looks at me.
That look that actually sees me as the man and not who I am.
She’s looking at me and I can tell she’s not looking at me because I’m Christian Giordano. She’s looking past the name, and she can see me.
Crystal blue eyes cling to mine and for those few seconds she seems to drop her guard. The light of desire illuminates her eyes from deep within making them shimmer with the invitation to see into her soul.
I accept and attraction laces through me, heating my blood, stirring to life that secret part of me I locked away. Attraction radiates from me to her and I know she feels it too.
I can see it.
Then it’s like she suddenly remembers who I am, and she flinches as if someone just whispered the reminder into her ear. Wariness washes over her pretty face, but it comes with something else. Pain. It fills her eyes and comes with a plea that makes her look like she needs to be saved.
Her cheeks flush pink and I wish I could read more into what her expression is trying to tell me, but the lights brighten and the ball floats away. She moves with it, eyes still on me and the moment strikes me so deep I could still be looking at Amelia all over again.
Amelia on the edge of that cliff. Her shaking her head at me to stop me from trying to get to her, yet her eyes pleaded with me to save her.
Just like Amelia, Lilly disappears from my sight. The darkness comes swallowing the crystal ball and the music I’m used to fills the room.
The people resume hell and sin. Everything that is The Dark Odyssey awakens, bringing forth a wild dark fantasy before me, but… the memory of the angel burns a hole in my mind.
The warning comes to me to stay away from this doll. Those feelings she stirred… I don’t want them. It’s as simple as that. I don’t.
The past has taught me that sometimes you can’t save people and when you try sometimes you lose yourself.
Curiosity, however, claws through me spurred on by that ripple of that attraction I felt when I looked at Lilly.
Attraction has me wanting her. I want to see her again. I want to taste her again and there’s only one way to make that happen.
The desire that has enticed me is the kind I should overlook if only for tonight. I need to get back out on the street and do my best to find Falcone.
But what if I just had one more taste of this girl.
One time… just once with the angel and I’ll leave.
I was the first to taste her.
I should be the first to take her.
I’m a man who always gets what he wants, even if it’s to explore this thing I’m calling curiosity.