Chapter Three #2
The dress ran across one shoulder and under the arm of the other, exposing a shoulder. It was bunched at the waist, around a small opening that gave a hint of flesh. One long thigh was also exposed. She looked fucking sexy. I liked looking at her, she was stunning.
Holding out an arm, I watched her hesitate for the merest hint of a second before sliding her arm through mine.
I saw her neck work as she swallowed. There would come a time when her neck would be working because I had my dick in her mouth, and I was going to make her swallow every drop of my cum. It was not now.
We left my home, and I already had my driver ready and helped Maeve into the back seat. Closing the door, I slid in beside her and knocked on the panel, giving him the go-ahead to drive.
“Where are we going?” Maeve asked.
“A cute Italian restaurant in the city. It’s a short drive away, but they do the most fantastic steak.”
It was also a restaurant I knew her family frequented.
The Taylors, since the trade, had been active.
I had it on good authority they had somehow come into some drugs, and they were selling.
Now, distributing drugs came with a lot of heat.
I had a sneaking suspicion the Taylors were dealing for the Bratva.
If my sources are right, they are not putting that money to the side to give to the Bratva but have been flaunting their newfound wealth around the city, spending it on girls and whatever took their fancy.
This was bad news because they were also dealing in my territory, and that pissed me off. I was neither Bratva nor Mafia, I was my own person. I had taken what my father had created and made it better. I was the one who was feared.
The Taylors visited this restaurant from time to time, so I was going to enjoy sending them a message and reminding them of the position they were in.
“Burt and Daisy are adorable.”
I nod. I’ve loved dogs for as long as I could remember.
I happen to love animals. Several years ago, when my father was still alive, I discovered a dogfighting ring taking place on our turf.
I didn’t take the news well. It took me less than a week to find the fuckers that were sacrificing dogs weekly.
I might have gone a little crazy. All the people who had taken the dogs, bred them, or had any association with the fighting ring, were dead.
Those that made bets and made money from the suffering of the dogs, also suffered. I took care of it personally.
I made sure the dogs had a place to stay.
There was an animal shelter several miles from the city, where all the dogs that had been part of the dogfighting ring now stayed.
There was round-the-clock care, and I paid all expenses.
It also happened that everyone involved who had earned even a cent contributed that money, plus interest, which kept those dogs in good health.
Would I have done it if I found out it was humans? Fuck, no. Humans are pieces of shit, and I say that as one of them. Dogs are adorable and I love them way more than people.
“I had always wanted a dog. My parents always said no. When I was younger, it was because I was too young, then as I got older, I knew it was because they had every intention of getting rid of me, and they would be stuck with a dog they didn’t want.” She shrugged. “Do you love dogs?”
This made me smile. “I do.”
“Why did you laugh?”
“I find dogs are a lot better than people.”
I looked toward her and saw the smile on her lips. “I do as well.”
One day, I would get her a dog of her own. Burt and Daisy were mine, and there was nothing quite like having a dog that was your own, to love and take care of.
“Are you going to tell me your name?”
“No,” I said.
There would come a time when she needed to know it, but that was not today.
“It makes you seem all mysterious. Do you know that?” she asked.
I turned toward her. “Do you enjoy the house?” I changed the subject.
“Yes, you have a lovely home. I quite like the pool, as you saw today.” She let out a little giggle. “I can’t believe I actually thought you had a shark.” She shook her head. “Burt is adorable.”
I couldn’t have agreed more.
I got her to talk about what she loved about the house. She adored the large space, the pool, the theater, and the library.
“Is there anything else you would like to have?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. Your home has everything a woman could need, and besides, it’s not like I developed a hobby.” She shrugged. “I didn’t know what kind of future I was going to have, so I just ... lived.”
I reached out and slid a finger down one of her many tattoos. “Is that what this is all about?”
She nodded. “Yeah. My parents got so mad, but I had started it and I wasn’t going to stop. I wanted to do everything and anything that would break that contract, you know?”
I did.
“There was nothing you could do,” I said.
“What if I hadn’t been a virgin?”
“That wouldn’t have changed anything.” I might not have gone quite so easy on her, and she would have been in my bed before now. I’m not a fool. “Why are you still a virgin?”
Maeve shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess, I just, there was no one I wanted to go all the way with.” She rubbed her temples. “It probably sounds silly.”
It didn’t to me.
We arrived at the restaurant, and I let myself out of the back. The concierge knows to keep his distance as I hold out my hand for Maeve to take. She slid her hand in mine, and I like that she’s not shaking. Maeve is not a quitter.
Helping her out of the car, I wrap my arm around her waist, and we head into the restaurant.
The ma?tre d’ knows me on sight, and I’m escorted to my usual table.
My men are given their table, and Maeve looks nervous, but she sits opposite me.
I noticed the men who admire her on my arm, but they all know she is out of bounds.
One look around the restaurant and with a signal from one of the waiters, I’m made aware that the Taylors are not here.
“This is a really nice place,” Maeve said, leaning in close.
She’s captivating. I watch as she nibbles on her bottom lip. Seconds pass as I’m distracted by her lips, when the waiter comes over with the menus.
I’ve got the one with the prices, and Maeve thanks the waiter. She is nothing like her family. She has surprised me by not needing to be warned about her behavior.
“Is the chicken parmesan good? What would you recommend?” Maeve asked.