Chapter 43
Sinclair “Story” Taylor
“Whose place is this?” I looked at Alana after she entered the apartment with me behind her.
“Yours.” She lifted my hand and placed the keys in it.
I looked at her in confusion. “Mine, how is this mine?”
“Because I purchased it for you. It’s in your name, so you own it. William paid for it, or rather his money did, but he doesn’t know. I come here a lot. I have been doing it for years. I don’t really know why, other than it made me feel closer to you.”
“Why the fuck would I want an apartment he paid for, Alana?” My voice elevated and she tensed.
“Because you deserve this and much more. I never really thought you’d ever get out and be able to see it, so it was more for me than it was for you.
But I needed a place I could go to be with you.
I couldn’t visit you in prison. You wouldn’t let me, and William…
well, he would have probably taken my life if I did. So this was my place, our place.”
I thought about it for a minute and looked around. It was nice as hell and I saw Alana all over every detail, from the colors to the furniture.
“I need you to get a few things for me. I’ll need a phone and clothes. I have to get in touch with Trooper so I access my money. As much as I appreciate you doing this, I have my own and I’ll take it from here.”
She slipped her hand into her purse and pulled out a phone, which she handed over to me. “The only numbers in it right now are mine and Sophie’s. I’m sure you have Trooper’s. I’ll get what you need.”
“We’ll talk when you get back,” I said, looking her in the eyes.
She nodded to agree then left.
I still needed to know how the hell she’d made this possible. There was a debt to be paid, and I didn’t want that on her, but it was already too late. At this point, all I could do was try to lessen the burden on her shoulders from getting me out.
Most people in my position would have been out for blood when it came to the situation with Alana.
She did the unthinkable to me, and I’d lost ten years of my life because of it, but I understood why.
Alana had been raised by her father, who was street through and through, but she wasn’t built for his lifestyle.
That was the main reason she’d ended up with William in the first place.
She was always searching for something I couldn’t give her.
I was who I was. The streets were my home, and as much as she loved me, she never made peace with that. Somehow, she thought life would be better with someone who could give her more.
Maybe I should have been upset, and maybe I shouldn’t have forgiven her, but love was love. That woman was everything to me. I couldn’t deny that. I tried, but she was and always would be the reason my heart beats.
After doing a tour of what I had to accept as my place for right now, I sat on the bed in the master suite with my phone in my hand. I needed to call Trooper to let him know what was going on.
I dialed several times and didn’t get an answer, so my next thought was to call Sophie. Pulling up the two contacts listed as hers and Alana’s, I placed my finger on hers, then paused.
I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t make the call. She was my daughter and I couldn’t find the courage to let her know I was a free man. That came with a certain responsibility I was ready for, although I wasn’t sure if she was.
An hour later, I was still in the same spot when Alana returned with the things I needed. I wanted a hot shower, clean clothes, and a meal that didn’t taste like it was prepared in a high school cafeteria.
“Order us food. I’m about to take a shower,” I said, standing from where I had been sitting while she was gone.
“Like what? What do you want to eat?”
I chuckled and smiled. “Shit, it don’t matter. Anything is better than what I’ve had for the past ten years.”
Alana’s expression changed fast. I wasn’t trying to make her feel bad; I was just speaking the truth. She would have to get used to that. There was no denying what my life had been and pretending it hadn’t happened wouldn’t change that.
I pulled her close to me and let my chin rest on the top of her head. “Go order the food. We can talk while we eat.” I let her go enough to kiss her forehead before I completely released her from my embrace.
She left the room and I grabbed a few things from the bags she placed on the bed then headed to the bathroom. Life would be different now. For both of us.
“Sinclair.” Alana’s soft voice broke a little as my name flowed from her lips. That was one thing about her that hadn’t changed.
Lifting her leg a little higher so I could dig deeper, I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I prepared to let go of the past ten years of aggression.
We had plenty of time to make up for the condensed version I would give her.
But fuck, I couldn’t help it. Ten years without consistent pussy had me nutting prematurely and I couldn’t do shit about it.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t had any at all, because I was good for once or twice a week with a few of the female staff members who worked out at Rikers, but that was just head or a quick nut.
It was amazing what they wanted in return for small privileges.
It was a win-win. I was comfortable there and they got hit off every now and then.
In no way did it compare to having the real thing.
Most of the time it was rushed and in cramped spaces, but right now, being with Alana again made me remember what I had missed all these years.
The more I thought about it, the more aggressive I got.
I started dipping in and out of her, trying my best to erase the existence of anyone who occupied her time while I was away.
Yeah, that was childish and some immature type shit, but fuck, I was a man first and my ego was somthing I couldn’t control.
I wasn’t really worried though. William wasn’t handling her body the way I could.
That was evident by the way she ran from the dick, whimpering my name like she was barely hanging on.
Premature nut or not, it was the best one she’d had since the last time I was between her legs, so I felt accomplished.
When I couldn’t hold it anymore, I pressed her inner thigh with one hand and used the other to grip her ass and pull her into me as I released so hard my body had nothing left to give.
After I finally had the strength to move, I rolled to my side and pulled Alana into my chest, letting my lips crash against hers before I pulled back and just looked at her.
Her eyes were on me while a lazy grin adorned her face.
After all these years, she was still sexy as hell.
Age had barely touched her because her body was tight.
She was all about appearances, so she would be on point.
When I saw pictures of her in the paper, standing with William’s bitch ass at some fundraiser or social function, I could just tell she still had it.
Now, lying next to her, I knew for sure. She was every bit as sexy today as she had been the last time I’d seen her.
“Stop looking at me like that. You’re making me nervous.”
I chuckled and kissed her nose before I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. I glanced at her over my shoulder as she pulled the covers up, covering her chest and resting her head on her hand while she held her body up with her elbow.
“It’s been a long time, baby. If I want to look at you, I will, and how I look at you shouldn’t matter. I missed you.”
“You make me nervous the way you’re looking at me,” she said lustfully.
Like her, I’d kept myself together. I was naturally slim, but with nothing but time on my hands, I had kept in shape. Pushup, sit-ups, and weights when I got the chance. Anything to keep my mind focused. It paid off because at fifty-two years old I had a better body than men half my age.
“Why you nervous, Lanni? Because you’re embarrassed about giving my pussy away? Don’t be. He ain’t got shit on me. We both know that.” I winked at her and stood before I headed to the bathroom.
“I haven’t been with him in months, and when I was, it wasn’t you,” she called behind me.
I chuckled because I already knew that. The reason she kept coming to me, even after she married William, was that I owned her heart and kept her satisfied.
He only had titles and a reputation. He couldn’t compete with me on any other level.
I knew that, and so did he, which was why he made sure he’d gotten me out of her life in a way that would cut off all access.
He might have accomplished that physically, but Alana belonged to me and always would.
Now that I was home, I planned to make him pay. I would start by paying him a visit to let him know I’d fucked her in the apartment and bed his money paid for and had her dizzy and satisfied.
Daddy was home and I was about to paint the city red.