by T. L Smith
“You want to run from me, Richard?”
“No, sir. No.” He shakes his head and Tim lets him go. Richard drops to his knees in front of me and shakes his head, his hands in a prayer position as he speaks. “Please. Please, give me more time.”
“You had time, Richard. Plenty of it.”
“What did you do, Papa?” his son asks, looking at his father with a scrunched-up forehead.
Richard ignores him and looks at me with pleading eyes. “Just give me time, more time.”
I shake my head. “Time is not something I’m willing to give. You’ve had enough time.”
“Let me pay you back. What does he owe you?” the son asks. He’s young but not young enough that he doesn’t understand why we’re here. I would say he’s in his early twenties.
I tell him, his face pales.
He looks to his father. “How could you do that? This was Grandad’s shop, and it was meant to go to me. How could you do that?”
Richard stands, faces his son. “I spent all your money, you have none. You’re blind to it all, Donald. I’ve been taking money from this man for quite some time, and now this business is his.”
“No, this is mine.”
Richard shakes his head at his son, he looks past him and I can’t believe what I see, he runs. Not caring about his son, leaving him behind.
“Donald, I wouldn’t look if I was you.” I raise the gun and in the second it takes to reach for the handle to make a run for it, my gun is raised and I pull the trigger. Richard falls, smashes into the door before sliding to the floor leaving a trail of blood behind him.
“Papa.” Donald gets up and runs to his father, he drops next to him and pulls him into his lap. I watch as Richard takes his last few breaths, whispers something to Donald and dies. I holster my gun and smile while Donald cries.
This is part of who I am. I didn’t come here to kill him though, I knew the possibility was there, and I don’t care anyway. Taking a life doesn’t affect me as much as it would someone else, I was molded to know and understand who and when to take one. It’s as easy to me now as breathing.
That probably isn’t a good thing.
Unless you’re me and forced to be this way.
“Donald, I have a business opportunity for you.” He looks up, his face is red and blotchy.
“I don’t want anything from you bastards,” he screams.
“Think carefully, Donald. I gave your father fair warning. Gave him time. He deceived me. You know who we are. Think about this carefully.” I walk to him, squat, so I’m at eye-level with Donald. “You can stay here, run this business, and I will take eighty percent of all earnings.” I stand, walking out, not waiting for an answer.
My men follow me out to the waiting car. Gabe climbs in after me. Carter takes the passenger seat while Ace drives. My other men follow closely behind.
“Any news on the autopsies?” I ask.
“He’s working late tomorrow to do it for us.”
“Good.” I look out the window. “Tell me, is there anything else?”
“Isadora took Gunner his money tonight.” Carter says.
That surprises me. I turn to Carter. “Who told you?”
He smirks. “I’ve been tracking Benny’s car. Benny was at the club and Isadora drove it.”
“Why are we tracking Benny?” I ask.
I don’t run the club, having no fingers in that pie. This is all on Carter.
“I have trust issues,” Gabe mumbles making Carter smile.
“We know,” we all reply in unison.
Gabe doesn’t like anyone, and trusts no one. It’s hard for him to fully trust us at times, but he has to, or at the very least, me. And he does fine in that area. He obeys, and is loyal to a fault.
“Are you going to see why she went?” Gabe asks after we’re all silent.
“No.”
He looks at me.
“Okay.” And I know what he’s thinking. Gabe isn’t one to question, he simply follows. But I know him well. He’s wondering what’s so special about her.
The only problem is, I want to know the same damn thing.
I don’t want to kill her.
Yet.
And that’s a first for me.
12
Isadora
“He mentioned you as well. How could he know?” I ask my uncle as I pace at the front of the car he’s currently working on. He slides out, I stop, he shakes his head, and slides back under.
“You know what you have to do.”
“No. He isn’t my target. I’m not out to kill everyone, uncle. I’m not an out and out fucking murderer.”
He laughs from under the car and it echoes. “You are, though. When will you realize that? You’re doing what you’re best at, seduction and vengeance, on those deserving bastards.”
“No. I will not do it. He hasn’t said anything yet, and maybe he won’t.”
“I thought I’d taught you better than this?” He slides out and stares at me, he has similar green eyes as me which are the same as my mother’s. It’s hard sometimes looking at him and seeing my mother staring back at me. I love my uncle, even if his thirst for vengeance is stronger than mine, but I am the one who has to carry out the plan that he implanted into me at a young age.
“I don’t trust men.” It’s a blanket statement, but it has so much truth behind it. “But as I said, I will not go around murdering those that I haven’t dreamed about ending, since my mother and father’s lives were cut tragically short by those lowlifes.”
“That’s a shame. I mean, for all your hard work to go to waste.”
I smile at him. “I’m starting to think you aren’t the best influence that I thought you were, uncle.” I turn walking out.
He yells as I leave, “I wouldn’t trust them, Isadora. No matter what… a snake is still a snake.”
“You did it, didn’t you?” I stop as my hand reaches for my door. Turning around I see Sharon standing there.
“Did what, Sharon?”
She looks around, her eyes skimming everywhere. “You killed that man, didn’t you?”
Reaching for her hand, I pull her inside. “Be careful what you say in public, Sharon.” Shutting the door behind her, she looks at me, her eyes assessing me.
“You didn’t flinch when that man was found dead, you handled it better than anyone there including the men. I asked around, you were upstairs the night before,” she finishes.
“Are you done?” I ask.
Sharon’s hands go over her chest and she puffs it up. “I am,” and she nods.
“Good,” I reply, moving to sit near her. “I would never kill anyone, Sharon. Are you crazy?” I finally respond to her questions.
“I saw the way you reacted… it all adds up. The way you started at work, and the minute you saw those men. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I know it’s something.” She finishes off by crossing her arms over her chest.
“Sharon, we’re friends, right?” She shakes her head. “Okay, so acquaintances then. And acquaintances don’t run their mouths about unnecessary shit. Now, do they?”
She bites her lip, her eyes go down before they come back up to land on me. “Are you threatening me, Issy?”
“Sharon, oh Sharon… now if I was doing that I wouldn’t invite you into my home and offer you a drink.” I reach for my mini-fridge and grab a can of Pepsi. “Drink, Sharon?”
She looks at it, back to me then shakes her head.
“No…” she pauses. “You—” Before she can finish, a knock comes at the door.
She swings her head around and I stand to see who’s there. Opening the door, Jasper stands there. His eyes fall on my body, raking me over, before he pauses and looks behind me. “You have company?”
I nod, stepping back so he can see Sharon, who’s glued to her spot.
“It’s probably best you leave,” he says to her.
Sharon looks to me quickly before she glances back to Jasper, but I’m not about t
o make her stay. She should leave, this shit is not something anyone should be messed up in.
“Sharon, this is Jasper.” I smile as I say it.
She’s heard of him, I know she has from the first time she went to the mansion.
“You’re—”
“Leave,” he says again.
I step back giving her room to exit. She makes a point of brushing past me and pauses at the door. Jasper steps in, blocks my view, then closes the door in her face. “You had company,” he says, stating the damn obvious.
“Well, Mr. Obvious, you have a keen eye today,” I say with an eye roll. Walking back in I sit on my bed, crossing my legs.
“See, that kind of attitude isn’t at all acceptable.”
“You’re in my place, Jasper. If you don’t like it, then leave,” I state, waiting for him to react or reply.
He stalks toward me, pushes me back on the bed and drops down so he’s leaning over me. He’s wearing a white collared shirt with dark jeans. His ink is evident on his arms and the scar on his lip begs to be bitten.
“Do you really want me to leave?” he asks while hovering above my lips.
“Do you always get what you want?”
“Always. It’s what’s made me so ruthless. People don’t like saying no to me.” He strokes my face. “Especially women.”
I smile, he’s left me a great opening. “No, Jasper. How does that sound coming from my lips?”
He shakes his head. “Like you have a heavy desire to be spanked.”
I push on his chest, and he lifts up, so I turn until I’m on all fours and bend over in my jeans for him. Looking back so I can see him I say, “Do you want to spank me, Jasper? Tell me I’m a bad, bad girl?”
He stands fully, and in one swift movement he takes off his shirt and drops it to the floor, then he pulls the belt from his trousers and pulls it tight around his hands.
“No tying me up, Jasper,” I tell him.
“No touching my back. Do you understand?” I nod. “If you don’t listen, Isadora, I will have to tie you up and you may not like what happens after that,” he says kicking one shoe off at a time. He then touches the top of his jeans while staring at me.
“Will you fuck me tonight, Jasper?” I ask uttering the words in the most seductive way I can muster.
“If you’re a good girl. Otherwise, I’ll simply take you, Isadora.” I sit and reach for the hem of my shirt pulling it over my head. I’m not wearing a bra.
“Lay down and turn around,” he says.
I do as he says, and he steps forward reaching for my jeans and pulls them off with my underwear in one full-on forceful yank. I lay naked in front of him now, waiting for him to speak or touch me, but he does neither.
“What’s wrong, Jasper?” I ask sliding up onto my elbows.
He rubs his jaw, while I look down at his cock. It’s hard, large, and throbbing. I want it as much as I want him right in this moment.
“I wonder if after this, you’ll be out of my system?” he asks in the most confused tone.
“And what happens then? Do you kill me? Or perhaps better, not contact me again?” I ask, wanting to know.
“If you warrant death, yes. But so far, you don’t. Or, do you, Isadora?” His hand drops from his jaw as he thinks. As he reaches to touch me between my legs, I’m bare and wet for him. It’s easily done when you’re highly attracted to someone, and I’m absolutely one hundred percent attracted to Jasper.
“Jasper…” I pause. “What’s your surname?” I know what it is, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Moretti.”
“Ohhh… that makes sense.” I nod.
He leans down and in one quick movement, I wrap my legs around his waist and push up pulling him down, so now I’m the one who’s looking down on him. The surprise on his face is every bit worth it.
“What the fuck?” He slaps my thighs. “You’re strong.”
I take the initiative and kiss his lips. He lets me, no sign of hesitation as his hands glide up my bare thighs, and he takes hold of my hips flipping me so fast I’m now on my back. I laugh into his lips and watch as he pulls back and reaches for something. He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth.
I lean up reaching for it. “Let me,” I say in my most seductive tone.
He sits back on the bed next to me, his cock sitting tall, waiting, begging to be touched. With a rip I pull the condom from the packet, and lean forward kissing the top of his cock with my lips then letting my tongue skirt out to touch the tip of it. He moans and it’s exciting. I don’t even have him in my mouth yet, and the want in his eyes is all for me. Making those noises entices me to take him wholly into my mouth, while I still hold the condom in my fingers. His hips thrust upward and his cock goes even deeper, almost into my throat where I’m on the verge of choking, but I somehow resist the urge. Instead, I reach for his balls, rolling them in my fingers as I fuck him with my mouth.
If you’ve never had the pleasure of making a man go crazy for you, touch you, want you, all because you are touching him, you aren’t living your best life.
I know life isn’t all about sex.
But it is fun.
Right?
No! It’s not? Yeah, said no one, ever!
“Is-Isadora…” When my name leaves his lips, just a stutter of my name and the urgency with which he speaks it, I know he needs me in more ways than I’m giving him right now. His fingers thread through my hair, and he pulls me back, takes the condom from my hand and slides it on.
“Jasper. Jasper,” I mutter his name a few times.
“You are a naughty girl with an even naughtier mouth.” He wipes at my mouth with his thumb.
“I’m a good girl, but I’ll be bad for you.”
Jasper’s thumb slides between my breasts and his cock sits between my legs. I push up, wanting him closer to me.
“Impatient.” He tsks at me while shaking his head a few times.
“Needy,” I reply arching up again. He pushes down and in a blink he’s at my entrance. I can feel him there ready to go, ready to make me his for just one night.
Then what, my mind screams at me. You get what you want for the night, then what?
Do I plan to kill him?
Make him drink my potion and force him to fall asleep?
Jasper’s phone starts ringing and it does so loudly. He swears a lot, but before he can get up to answer I push up and he slides his tip inside me. He pauses, eyes wide and alert as he looks back to me.
“Needy,” he mutters what I’ve just said.
Ignoring his phone he pushes inside quickly. I reach my hands out to clutch onto the sheets with both hands as he pushes in, again and again. It’s like pure fucking heaven, I’m floating on his dick.
Fucking floating.
His mouth makes short work of my nipple, and while he’s doing that I do as he says, I don’t touch him. Not once do I touch his back. Instead, I keep my hands on the bed, gripping those sheets, while I close my eyes in pure fucking bliss.
Sex is what I’m good at.
I’m better at giving sex, even more so than killing.
I was made to fuck.
And fucking is how I pass my time.
Lifting my chest up a fraction he pushes in harder, his rhythm picking up as his mouth reaches my nipple, and I now know why I wanted him so much. He knows what to do, he knows how to fuck. He’s good. Actually, the best, and he’s hardly touched me.
He sucks each nipple giving each one attention, all the while he never stops fucking me. His hands touch my body, sliding up and down it until he reaches both breasts and cups my tits then plays with my nipples individually.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen. A grown man going crazy over my body, a man as powerful as he is going wild over me.
He doesn’t stop, even when I feel my own orgasm building. Jasper removes his hands and slides them down to grip firmly on my hips. He holds them as he takes action, and starts to thrust hard, and when I say
hard, I mean it.
I grip the sheets as it comes on, my mind going blank, my head going back and becoming lost in pure fucking bliss.
It isn’t long until he comes as well.
And when he does, he pulls out, throws the condom in the bin, and lays next to me.
Jasper Moretti fucks me better than any other man has ever fucked me, and I’m starting to like him. A lot. The excitement he just gave me from coming, instantly disappears at that thought. Dread fills me.
His phone starts right back up.
13
Jasper
I knew there was a reason I wanted her so bad, I had to have her. Her body was made for mine. She catches her breath as she lies next to me, and not once did she touch me. For that, I am thankful. I’ve been with plenty of women where I was fucking them and they still touched me after I told them not to.
“That’s really annoying.” She turns on her stomach and leans up on her elbows as she looks at me. She nods her head to the phone. “Turn it off already.”
“I can’t.”
She chuckles and touches my stomach. Her fingers begin tracing my heritage tattoo.
“You can. You can take some time off and fuck me all night if you want. Doesn’t that sound like a better idea than answering that stupid phone?” Isadora’s lips purse together, and I want them back around my cock again. Tight. Sucking. Giving me everything. Just like she was before. My cock stirs and she looks at it.
“See, he agrees with me.” Isadora stands, naked. Her body taut and fit, her perfectly shaped breasts sit on her chest, and her brown hair sways as she walks over to the phone. Bending, she shows me her ass and the slit of her cunt as she reaches for it. She flicks a button and my phone powers down. I should be mad. But I smile as she stands up and turns to face me. “Now, isn’t that better?” she asks, with her hand on her hip. She walks until she reaches my legs, and pushes against them.