One
Saturday. 22:03.
A frown and then a hard smile. I watch, as the boss picks up the file and re-reads it. I take the chair opposite him. Slouched but aware. His hair streaked with white, bobs as his eyes run through the information. His fingers gnarled with age shake slightly as they whisper over the words. I lose my mind a little as I watch them.
“Do you think Patricia smokes?” He asks without looking up.
“No” I grumble in answer. It’s a reasonable question. I just don’t dwell on it. There are more important things to do and plan. Hunting. Extermination. More important than his step daughter’s smoking, which she does. Healthily.
“I thought so. I know she can be difficult” I look at my boss “I will make arrangements. Soon”
What Patricia needs is a bullet down her throat. Not another guard. There was so much money could do. Disrespect wasn’t counted. The rich controlled only the money. Never the man. They never had to get their hands dirty but the man. And I sure wasn’t going to stand by and watch the money demean us.
“I do not do disrespect. My men do not do disrespect” Anger slices my words. Patricia was the ultimate persona of hateful. Vengefulness. Manipulation. Only he couldn’t see past the pious perfect portrayal she showed the world. “She needs a timeout” I down my glass watching as a slither of understanding makes home in his grey gaze.
“I will have a talk with her” He breathes softly. “God knows I have tried my best to raise her well”
“We owe you life” I say
“And you boys turned out fine” he looks up then. His eyes blinking in memory.
Ferdinand Wasser is a man I would kill for. A man who has earned my loyalty- for life. He did his best. The one person who polished the gutter off us, inflicting knowledge and wits for the future. Raising six boys was no ordinary thing. The fights. Testosterone tempers. The aches and pains of growing boys. The cupboard full of meds. He took it all in stride. Molding the rampageous orphans who on an occasion had robbed him.
“How is the Cosmo deal going?” He asks instead. Placing the file on the desk he heads to the glass cabinet.
“We are down one man but the stakes keep rising. 3.2 mil” I turn my empty glass. The overhead chandelier sparks against the glass, a creation of lights momentarily blinding me.
“Recursions?”
“Three times”
“A brilliant trifecta ain’t it” he smirks, his eyes coming alive. He hands me a glass.
I smirk “They never had a chance. The Redmi is our newest partner”
“Isn’t Redmi Corp. straitlaced?”
“Still is. The Demarco event took it all out. Redmond signed the deal at the first recursion. Unofficial”
The boss lights a match. “That old goat. Serves him right” His cigar protrudes from his lips, emitting a haze of smoke. I inhale the menthol like vape of smoke. It calms me. To a point.
“They didn’t have a counterattack”
I swirl my glass. Watch as the amber liquid dances against the chandelier lights.
The boss smirks “No one strikes a deal with the Demarco’s and wins”
I nod in agreement, my gaze turned to the window behind him. Widely spaced. Set above head level. Neon lights sparkling light through it, enough to ignite one’s curiosity and hold it. The boss’s cigar creating wisps of smoky haze airily. I sip my whiskey. Other thoughts plaguing me. Plans. Tightropes. A back deal. That were the most important of things in my world. Without them nothing but blood and gore ran amok. Those destined to die often did not. And once-over the bad won. Every time.
“Kae. Stop musing” The boss smiles wide. His head bobs. Knowingly.
“No time” I say. I down my glass. I like the drink better.
“Go” he says “Enjoy the party”
Enjoy the party..
My boss’ voice flit in my thoughts. Seated at the farthest area my back against the soft cushions, I ground my ear against the peaks of laughter. From the vintage point my eyes move from the elite to the filthy rich. They flit about the ballroom. Dominating the space. Dressed in their finery. Dripping in wealth. Words of demeaning against their own. High handedness laced just at the surface. Amongst themselves. I feel only one word. Annoyance. It tugs at me like footstool. An emotion borne from years of trying to fit in, and then through Wasser’s legacy- being one of them.
I look at my watch. 00:27. Past midnight. I grunt against a ton of other feelings merging within me. Vengeance. Blood. Piety. I down my glass. Pour another. The Cosmo deal. We would profit large from this deal. It isn’t just any other deal. It’s a life changer. Into something great. Greater and better than what we have built.
A laugh. Tinted with malice cuts through my thoughts. I look up. Directly into the eyes of Paulus Demarco.
“Man!” he says “What we got here?” He flounces himself on the sofa. “The man of the hour”
I look at him. Dangerous as thorns to skin. Paulus Demarco is no man to play with. Ruthlessness. Carnality. They all shroud him like a crown.
“Demarco” I greet him.
“So casual. “Demarco”. So gentlemanly” He taunts. Utter disdain in his words. He preens himself, eyeing me “Worthy of the name aren’t ya?” I remain silent. Sip my drink. Demarco looks at me. “How about this?” He says. Moving towards me. Something reels in me. Something behind his words. “How’s the Oceans treating ya?” He smirks.
My eyes blaze. A look speared with burn. A fliting wisp of fear rages in his eyes. He pulls away. Downing his glass. Blinking the emotion away. Fear? My eyes narrow at the man. More than handsome. Physical features compliant to a firm robust physique. But off. Somehow different. In the way he holds himself. The way he taunts. His voice. Were it not for greed and power, Paulus Demarco would have been worthy of being human. Or a partner. I shake away the thought, earning a slight dizziness. I breathe it out. Turning to the man.
“Have you need of something?” I spear him with a look instead.
He chuckles “Your head on a platter”
I let out a breath and stand up. Down my glass. “Not tonight” I say.
His laughter follows in my wake. I storm pass the elite. Disgust hastening my steps. Out! My mind yells. I scratch my throat, loosening my tie. My head suddenly whooshes. The bottle of whiskey has been half out. I have slowly been getting drunk. Simmering in annoyance as I had watched the elite play their part in their own story plots. I slowly make my way towards the servants entrance. My eyes blur against the harsh chandelier lights. I grace myself against the wall. Wait for the floor to normalize. That whiskey must have been too expensive. I turn sideways banging my head against the wall. I groan taking a hard damned breath. A weakness within me, searing through my legs flits faster than a bullet. I feel the floor cave in and down I go. A yelp reaches to me. I feel softness against me and the whoosh of hair against my arms. I look up. Right into eyes as dark as midnight.
“Sir. Sir” I feel hands against my face “Are you okay?”
No. I try to say. But nothing. No words pass through my lips. They feel dry and numb. I shake my head instead. Grave mistake. The floor moves again and this time I groan as my head floods.
“Oh gawd.. I..Oh..-“ the voice trails softly. I feel a whoosh of air. My hand shots out. Clasping at soft skin. Another yelp.
“Don’t leave” I yank at her. I rummage in my pocket. Hand her the keys. I slump against her softness and draw her towards the doors. “Car” I whisper.
The chill air hits me as hard as fuck. I stumble against something and that arousing yelp finds it’s way to my ears. My blurry eyes try to make out her silhouette. All I feel is sudden cold hard desire. It’s been ages since my cock had jumped for a woman and here was one. I turn my head towards her skin. Delicious. The sweet sickly smell of her warmth burns me. In the distance, I hear my car ping as a sudden hard turn reels me further into her warmth. She mumbles inaudibly. It takes more than a few stumbles and more yelps than mumblings to reach my car. I feel the leather of the car seats against my back. Eyes closed I wait for the dizziness to pass. I hear her voice then. Soft. Caring. Right in front of me.
“Sir..sir..you need to call someone” her voice trails off.
I shake my head. That sudden desire grasps at me again. Harsh. Hot. Pulsating. I yank her against me. Her yelp is a gunshot to my ears. My hand rough against her skin finds purchase between her.
“No.. no..” she shrieks. Fighting me off. I feel her fingers and hands grasping at my hands. I don’t let go. My desire has just increased and the sudden hotness in my body aches to release. I pull her towards me. She falls upon me and desire sparks. She moves against me, trying to get off me. I grab her hands stilling her. I move leisurely against her and an echo of a moan spills from her lips. Enticingly.
“Want..m..me too” I whisper to her. My hands rove over her, my fingers gliding over the contours of her face. Bespectacled. Soft. Delectable.
“Sir.. sir.. I can’t.. I”
I kiss her then. Feeling her breath as it spills on me. She gasps. I feel her all around me. Within me. My fingers glide downhill, yanking at her skirt. I feel her perfect heat, pulsating against my fingers. Her blouse comes off. I hear a tear, her yelp but my mouth leaving her lips, clasps on the heaving globes of temptation. Softly peaked and aroused, the nubs hard and exquisite. She moans loudly as my fingers glide into her. She jerks. And I feel my cock stirring. My cock springs. Hard. Pulsating. Dripping. I’m raged in ecstasy as my dick springs from the confines of my trousers. I ram through her heat. She screams then, her nails biting into my back. I thrust. Harder. Faster. Feeling her walls as they clamp around my thickness. Nothing but desire runs through me as I ram into her. I feel her nails scratching against me. Scarring me with desire but I hold on to that form of wantonness. She’s breathing hard. Making little noises. She suddenly arches into me. I close over her face. Biting into the soft area at her neck. I come hard and fast, pulsating against her inner walls. Groaning as she shakes against me, engulfing me as I pull out of her. My dick, limp and spent, drips between us. A silence shatters through the car. My semblance is hazy as I move her off me.
“Get my phone. Call Sam” I whisper
Movement and then the ringing tone. I hear her voice. Hushed. Teary. My heart suddenly pangs. I breath the emotion away. No time to feel.
“He is coming” her voice cuts into my thoughts. I look up at her. My blurry eyes can’t make out her face but her spectacles blink off the lights. I try standing up but my body feels so tiring. I fall against the leather.
“Come here” I whisper. No answer. I eventually rise and nothing. She has run off. I curse softly as I slump against the seats. I close my eyes and wait for Sam. My mind whirls, feeling a sudden pulse. I gaze down my dick. And curse. This time loudly.
