Chapter 3 -
I tapped the pen on the table as I looked over the figures of the club. I felt edgy. Everything was beginning to annoy me. I snapped the pen between my fingers and tossed it across the room. If I didn't calm down soon then, then some prick was due to get his head blown off.
I had to sort myself out.
I opened the drawer on the desk and pulled out a bag of coke, emptying the contents onto the desk. I made myself a line and sniffed it back; rubbing my nose as I felt the dint hit me.
"Boss." I looked up to see Avi standing at the door.
"Come in." I said motioning him forward. "Close the door."
I leaned back on the chair; my eyes fluttered as I felt the high take control. Fuck this was good. I sat with my eyes closed enjoying the feeling for a few moments and then I remembered Avi was there.
I offered him the note in my hand; he shook his head and held up his hand. "No thanks, boss." He said as he took a seat.
"So, who's watching her?" I asked
"I left Damon watching her."
"You did what?" I roared getting up on my feet and leaning over the desk. "Damon is fucking unstable at best. Do you have any idea how much she means to me?" I grabbed the bridge of my nose. "You shouldn't have let him anywhere near her. I expected more from you, Avi!"
"It's fine boss." Avi said holding up his hands. "I left him with strict orders to stay out of sight and observe. She was starting to recognise me. I don't think I can get away with tailing her anymore."
I smirked. She was a smart little cookie.
"When we're done here switch Stefan with Damon and keep tabs on him. I don't want him fucking thinking for himself. If he needs to take a shit then, he asks you first. Got it?"
I relaxed back into the chair. "Tell me about her, I want to know more."
Avi relaxed when he saw my tantrum was over. "She's attending the Brooklyn College, doing courses in Creative Writing, English Literate and Journalism. What can I say? She likes to fucking write." Avi laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "I er… saw some kid talking to her on campus on Monday; she didn't seem to like him much, he was drooling all over her."
Fucking Prick. "I want to know who he is." I said pointing at Avi. "I want to know where he stays. What he fucking eats for breakfast in the morning. I want to know everything this kid does. Get someone on him. "
"Make it Damon." Let the kid get what he fucking deserves. Who the hell does he think he is looking at my woman?
"What else?" I demanded, banging my fist on the table.
"There is nothing much else to report, boss. She went to school Monday and Tuesday, had lunch with her friend Angela, and then went home. Wednesday she was working at The Bookstore café, I thought she had made me so I left and sure enough she tried to follow me down the street. I called Laurent and got him to sit in the café while she worked and when she finished I followed her home. I stayed outside in the car all night."
"What about her friends from the bar? The ones I sent you a picture of. Did you get me files on them?" I didn't like Carmen and Kate. They were nothing but whores and a bad influence on Bella. They wouldn't be staying around her much longer.
"I gave it to Lena to deal with."
"Will phone her and fucking find out." I roared at him.
Avi shifted his weight on the seat. "See the thing is boss. I haven't been home for three days, Lena is kinda pissed at me."
"Tell her you've been working for me." I didn't have time to deal with his relationship problems. "She's got a problem with that she can fucking come and see me."
"Yes, boss." Avi sighed.
There was a knock at the door. I looked up to see Jasper walking in. He had a package under his arm. I hoped it was the one he was supposed to be collecting for me.
"Go, get those files from Lena." I said pointing Avi towards the door. "And get Damon the fuck away from my girl."
"Yes boss." Avi said getting up and turning away from me. He nodded his head towards Jasper as he made his way out the door.
"Did you get them?" I asked Jasper.
He closed the door and walked over to the desk. "What's Damon been up too?"
"Nothing." I said motioning for him to open the box.
"Size five, just like you asked." He smiled, showing me the contents.
I looked down at the shoes; they were black sandals with a diamond belt running up the front. She was going to look hot as fuck in these. I could easily picture her wearing the shoes and nothing else. God, I wanted her so much.
"Tell Alice thanks." I said shifting my position as I felt my erection push against my trousers.
"No need." Jasper said taking a seat. He lounged back, folding his legs. "You know she loves to shop… Though she is starting to annoy me by asking questions. She wants to know when shes gonna meet Bella. She wants to meet that girl that has captured your attention."
"Tell her she'll get her chance when the time is right." I snapped.
He nodded. He knew not to fuck with me when I was in a foul mood, and I had been in a foul mood ever since I had met Bella and let her walk away from me.
I wanted her, she was mine. I didn't want to play these games. I wanted to take her and lock her in my apartment and be done with all of this.
My brothers had convinced me that it would be better if I tried to win her affections rather than go all cavemen on her ass.
I didn't know how much longer I could wait.
When I was apart from her I felt like a junkie waiting for his next fix, all I could think about was her. I wanted her, I needed her and more than anything I needed to claim her.
I moaned as my erection strained against my trousers. I hadn't seen her in days and look what she did to me.
I grabbed a blank card from my drawer and wrote a note for the shoe box.
Here's a little something to set off your outfit.
I hope you like them.
I tossed it inside the box and closed the lid. "Make sure that gets delivered." I told Jasper, shoving the box towards him. He nodded and got up to his feet. "When you go downstairs send Tanya up."
I dealt myself another line from the table as I waited for Tanya to come up. I lay back and closed my eyes enjoying the buzz. I let my hand rub against my cock. All I could see were images of Bella naked, in those damn heels. Thank fuck tomorrow was Friday.
"Need a hand?" Tanya said smiling from the doorway.
"Come in and shut the door." I ordered her.
I watched her close the door, seductively walk over to me. "You know, I was starting to think you were tried of me. It's been too long since you called me up here." She said smirking as she came to a stop by my knees. She was looking down at me with eyes that were begging me to fuck her.
Tanya was nothing, but a whore. She was just trash that occasionally provided a bit of entertainment.
She thought she was more than that to me, and I knew it, but I didn't care.
All that mattered was I got what I wanted, when I wanted it.
I lifted the note off the table and handed it to her and shoved her head towards the table. Maybe if she was high, then she wouldn't talk so, fucking much.
"You know I don't like that shit." She said pushing against my hand.
"Just fucking do it." I said, shoving her head down harder. I wasn't in the mood for this bullshit. I needed laid now before I ended up exploding all over my trousers.
I watched her lean over the desk and snort the coke up her nose. "That's a good girl." I said pulling the note out her hand. "Now bend over the desk and lift you skirt up." I put one hand on her hip, the other on her back forcing her into position.
"What? No foreplay?" Tanya said standing back up.
"Bend over and shut the fuck up." I shouted at her, forcing her into place with my hands.
I watch her bend over, and I unzip my pants. I pull my cock out, and look at her bare ass. All I can think is this is not Bella. I feel myself going limp in my hand. What the fuck is wrong with me? I try stroking it a few times, but it doesn't work.
"Get the fuck out." I yell at her, shoving my dick back in my pants and pulling the zip up.
"What?" she asks, standing up and looking over at me confused.
"I said get the fuck out." I grab hold of her and shove her towards the door. She falls over and lays on the floor looking up at me. She's terrified to move.
I pick up the desk and shove it over. "Get the fuck out!" I roar.
If she didn't get out now then I was gonna pull my gun out and shoot her in the head.
"Boss?" Garrett calls, running in the room with his gun in his hand. He scans the room trying to identify the problem.
"Get her fucking out of her." I shout at him.
He grabs Tanya by the arm and drags her from the room.
When their out of sight I fall into the chair. What the fuck is going on with me?
I'm my own man. I can do whatever the fuck I want.
So why the hell can't I stop thinking about her and how it would make her feel?