Hands run down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Sorry for the delay.” His deep voice settles over me, making my heart race. “Thank you for waiting.”
I turn to face him. It’s weird being the only ones left in the club. “No worries,” I reply softly, unsure of myself and what I’m doing here.
His hand comes up to my chin, and his fingers tilt my face up so that I’m looking into those gorgeous brown eyes of his, I could get lost in them, “Do you want to come with me?”
My tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip, I’m nervous, and it’s showing. “Yes. I want to come with you.”
He leans down, and his mouth captures mine. This isn’t soft and sweet like I thought it would be, it’s hard and consuming. Our lips are closed, but it doesn’t matter. It’s still the best kiss I’ve ever had and if this is a preview of what’s to come then sign me up. “Ready?” He asks as he pulls away from me.
I nod, I’m unable to talk, he’s left me breathless.
“Good.” He smirks and helps me to my feet. His hand on the base of my back, he leads us to the door which he unlocks and then leads me out of the club. The fresh air fills my lungs as I wait for him to lock the club up, when he’s finished he leads me into a waiting car. Shit, he has a chauffeur. Climbing into the back, he gets in beside me, and his hand grips my thigh. His fingers begin to slowly caress my leg. Heat rises throughout my body, and I squeeze my legs together as liquid pools there. Shit, I’ve never been so turned on from someone touching me before. Leaning closer, his lips graze the outer shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to get you inside my house. I can’t wait to finally have you, watching you all night has been driving me crazy.” He whispers, and I whimper. “We’re going to have fun tonight.”
I don’t know how much time passes before we reach his house, but it only seems like minutes. He’s been driving me crazy the entire drive, his fingers caressing my skin, going higher and higher up my leg but never going anywhere near my panties. His breath hot against my ear as he whispered what he wanted to do to me when he got me inside. He helps me out of the car, placing his hand on the base of my back. I’m hot and bothered, I need him, and I have no idea how or why, but I know that I do.
As soon as we enter the house, he’s on me. His mouth fusing against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and our teeth clashing. It’s hot, wild, and brutal. It’s amazing. My hands go to his shirt, wanting, no needing to touch him. “The first time is going to be quick. I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep tonight. I have plans for you.” He growls as he pulls my dress over my head, leaving me standing in my panties and heels. His eyes darken as he rakes over my body. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
Two
Hudson
“Boss, we’ve got a problem.” Jagger’s southern drawl comes over the line.
“What?” I ask. It’s almost ten, and I’ve just sat down in my office. That fucking bitch Carina texted me asking me if she can have an advance. She’s crazy, I’m not her man, and she doesn’t work for me, I don’t owe her shit, and yet she has the cheek to ask me to give her drugs without paying. In her fucking dreams.
“Kane’s body has been found.” He tells me, peering at the camera outside, he's in the shadows, away from the crowd of people waiting to get in. Jagger's my bouncer along with being my right-hand man.
I shake my head. He’s been missing for two days. I knew he was dead; there’s no way he’d go that long without checking in. “What happened?”
“Bullet between the eyes.” He says matter-of-factly.
This is a message, whoever shot him wanted to send a message. I’ve received it loud and clear. They're not going to get away with this. You don't execute my men and live to tell the tale.
"Find out who did it!"
"Boss, I already know. It was Healy."
"Why the fuck are those Irish gangsters killing my men?" They've crossed the line. We didn't have any problems until now.
"Seems as though Kane was playing around with Healy's daughter…” There’s a pause, Jagger’s fucking pissed. “Boss, she's sixteen." He bites out.
Fuck, I would have killed Kane myself, that asshole was twenty-nine, you don't do that shit with a sixteen-year-old.
"I'll call Healy and see what the fuck is up." He should have come to me. I would have dealt with Kane. "Make sure Carina stays the hell away from my club tonight Jagger. I'm sick of dealing with her pathetic ass. We're not a charity, I don't give anything away for free."
His sigh is heavy, "She still at that crap? Don't worry Boss, I'll make sure that she doesn't show up."
"Good, I don't want her stepping foot in the club, she's bad for business." She's a mess. That woman's so high she could be a damn kite. "It's time you got rid of her Jag."
He's silent for a beat. "Are you demanding I get rid of her?"
I grind my teeth together. I wish I could tell him to, but I'm not a prick. Well, not all the time. "No, it's your life, do as you please. I'm telling you as a friend that she's toxic."
"I know you don't like her Hudson, but trust me, I know what I'm doing." This is the same speech he's been giving me for almost two years now.
"If you say so. I'll talk to you later. I have Healy to deal with." I tell him and hang up.
I scroll through my cell until I come to John Healy's name. Hitting call, I grit my teeth as I listen to it ring. My hand is shaking with rage the longer I wait for him to answer.