9. Zane
ZANE
S unlight had come dancing in through the window, and all I could do was admire how Emmy’s body glowed. She was sleeping but she’d woke me up because of her screams.
I’d tried to gently wake her, wondering what could be causing her so much pain in her dreams.
Finally, with a loud audible gasp she sat straight up, grabbing at her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she turned to me looking like a deer caught in headlights.
“Hey,” I whispered. “It’s okay. It was only a dream.”
Emmy dabbed at her eyes, and the moment embarrassment came over her I knew. She was ready to flee.
In quick jerking movements, she was out of the bed and looking for her clothes.
“I…I need to go,” she had on one of my huge gray New Orleans Pelicans shirts that had faded with time.
“Emmy, wait. Calm down. You haven’t even had breakfast yet,” I murmured.
“Look,” she said. “I shouldn’t be here. Last night, as good as it was…shouldn’t have happened.”
Taking a deep breath, I continued to watch her search for her missing clothes.
“Oh my God, where is my goddamn shirt!”
Finally, unable to take another second of her frantic searching, I flipped my bed sheet back and hopped out of bed. I was still naked from the night before but I didn’t care.
“Do you have no shame?” She called after me.
Her shirt was still in the living room where I’d tossed it last night. I turned to find her standing behind me, grimacing.
“Here,” I handed the shirt to her.
She shyly took the shirt and I knew she was trying to avoid looking down at my dick. I stepped in and whispered to her.
“I made you come four times last night, shame went out the window the second you set on my face.”
Emerald’s eyes grew wide and she shuffled away from me. “Again, this shouldn’t have happened.”
I shrugged, walked over to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice and eggs.
“I offered you the chance to go,” I murmured, staring into the fridge surprised none of this food had gone bad.
The fact that I was barely ever home and slept at The Conjure most nights.
If you mean fucked Crystal on the couch in your office, then yeah you got sleep.
“Do you eat bacon?” I turned around and found her trying to avoid looking anywhere but at my naked ass.
She bit at her lip, finally meeting my eyes. “I do like bacon. But can you please put on some clothes.”
A heavy smirk dropped on my face. “Fine. But please sit down and stop acting like you didn’t like what happened last night.
Striding from the room, I went to find a pair of boxers to slip on. I brushed my teeth and stared at my reflection. The bruise on my mouth seemed a little less purple.
By the time I got back to the kitchen, I found her sitting on the bar stool typing on her phone.
I came over and pulled her face up to meet my own. “Who are you texting?”
“My sisters…they want to know where I am because my car is still there,” she sighed.
“Tell them you’ll be along soon enough,” I dropped a kiss on her mouth.
“This is weird,” she sighed softly.
“Breakfast is weird?”
Cracking eggs in a bowl I began to gently beat them before adding in salt and pepper. Looking back up, I saw Emmy’s face had settled into confusion.
“Not breakfast, it's just…this is very unexpected,” she finally offered.
“Don’t overthink it,” I smiled before pouring the eggs into a pan.
I cooked in silence for a few moments, occasionally glancing over my shoulder to see that she was burrowed in her phone. Tension seemed to have settled into her shoulders, and I noted she looked tired.
Turning back around, as the sizzle of the bacon caught my ear, I flipped it over. I loved crispy bacon when I did get around to cooking it. It occurred to me that I’d never made a one-night-stand, a meal before.
Yeah right, you intend to have her more than one time, I thought as I plated the food.
“Here Emmy,” I served her and then filled up a glass of orange juice.
I sat down next to her and started eating my own food.
“You know, you never finished telling me about how you came to open a strip club,” Emmy said in between bites. “Mmm, this is good.”
I nodded in agreement. “There’s not much to tell. Kind of floundered after high school, joined the Sinners and I was always at the fucking strip club. I love strippers. I love fucking strippers.”
She coughed, and reached for her orange juice taking a long pull. I quirked a brow but she ignored me.
“This was…”
“Weird,” I finished the sentence for her.
“Right, and my sister is on the way to pick me up. I could say, I’ll be seeing you around but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Her phone started to ring, cutting through the awkwardness. She picked it up and shrugged. “Well, this…have a good day, Zane.”
Emerald hurried from my apartment as if the devil had come through the walls of my apartment threatening to drag her to hell. I watched her leave and didn’t say much else because I would be seeing her for sure.
After all, she’d left in such a hurry that she still had my t-shirt on.
I drank the rest of my orange juice and ate the rest of my food noting that she’d hardly left a crumb on her plate. Grinning, I gathered the dishes up and placed them in the dishwasher. I needed to check in with the managers at The Conjure and make sure everything was in order.
As I entered back into my bedroom, immediately my eyes fell upon my bed. Thoughts of last night replayed in my head. I could still taste the drunken sweetness of Emmy’s pussy mixed with the salty taste of my cum to the point it seemed to overwhelm me. I felt breathless, still wanting more of her.
I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts before dragging the sheets from the bed.
My phone buzzed on my nightstand and I could see that it was Butch hitting my line.
Clear your schedule tonight boys, I read the text message.
What’s up? I replied.
Butch took a few minutes but another text came through. Talked to Loki about an hour ago, and it seems Brittany Lee has a house in the Marshland Parrish.
What about the ransom money, Bo texted back.
Loki’s going to send a few others to a meeting at eight p.m. tomorrow night with the money, and if it all goes well, then we’ll have the boy back in custody.
I stared at my phone because I was sure Loki wouldn’t make a plan without a backup.
Sounds too easy, I texted back.
Exactly, Butch shot back. That’s where we come in.
I’m getting strapped up. They won’t catch me fucking slipping. I got five kids to come home to and Monica would kill me if I died, Bo replied.
Don’t even think like that, Butch told his brother.
I want a few more people with us, I told them.
There was no way in hell I wanted to run a mission and get killed either. I didn’t blame Bo for being worried. Britney Lee was not a woman to be trifled with and I was sure she’d kill you as soon as she saw you.
Firing off a text to Loki, I explained that I wanted a few more men to run the mission with. He agreed and told me that he’d spare Jack “Titan” Thomas and Ryan “Rattler” Canady. They were both ex-military and would have no problem shooting if they needed to.
Once I looped the other two into the group chat that we had going, Butch gave more information. Wires is going to send us some intel on the house.
At eight thirty p.m. we’re going to move on to the Marshland House, I told them.
I’m ready now, Titan sent back.
Just say the word, brother. We’ve got your back, Rattler agreed.
We ended the conversation and I found myself scrolling on social media again. Naturally, I navigated to Emmy’s page. With nothing left to lose, I sent her a friend request.
I was about to sit my phone down, when I saw she had immediately declined it.
“Now Stank, why you wanna play these games,” I smirked.
Another plan began to hatch itself inside of my brain. Emerald Landry could deny all the friend requests she wanted to. I had other ways of infiltrating her life, she just didn’t know it.
Yet.