Chasing Bad Boys: A Bad Boy Romance Series (Chasing Bad Boys Book 4)

by Kylie Parker

  I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel as I checked the mirrors and tried to decide what I was going to have for supper that day. I was bored of takeout food and eating alone at a restaurant looked desperate and almost pathetic. After running a hand through my hair, my mind was made up on two-minute noodles and beer. A call came through for me just as I was about to pull out and I picked it up via the Bluetooth in my car.

  “Hello.”

  “Hello, is this Sarah Andrews?”

  “Speaking.”

  I already had a hunch it was a social call anyone else from work would have addressed me professionally.

  “You asked me to remind you about your appointment today at 11:00.”

  A quick glance at my wrist watch made me aware of the time and realization that I only had an hour to the appointment which had totally slipped my mind.

  “Yes I did, thank you for the reminder. Is everything set up?”

  “Like you asked ma’am.”

  “Thank you, I should be there on time.”

  My body immediately started sending anticipation signals all through my being as soon as I hang up the phone. My stiff neck and aching limbs were longing for a relaxation mode, and I couldn’t think of anything better. I was sometimes too good to myself.

  I decided to have dinner before my appointment; God knows I would need the strength. The cold night air bit hard into my skin as I reversed from the parking lot with my window down but I ignored it. I was looking forward to the night ahead, very few things excited me these days and the thought of my destination was riveting. I gobbled down a burger with fries from a fast food take out that was only minutes away before hitting the road again.

  There was no traffic as I headed to the much familiar neighborhood; the excitement grew as I drove. I could compare this moment to the adrenaline rush I felt every other time I held a gun in my hand. There was always a sense of power behind the trigger and truth be told I sometimes got turned on by it.

  There were a few cars parked next to mine, and I recognized two of them but who was I to judge, everyone derived pleasure in their own unusual way. The house had no activity, and one could not really tell if there was a party or anyone in it. My standard drill was like a second language whenever I got here; I had to check out the vicinity and find out who was lurking in the shadows. Satisfied that no one was trailing me, I walked over to the front porch, and my crotch responded with a summersault.

  The sound of the doorbell ringing throughout the house reminded me of the house I grew up in once I pressed it. A feeling of nostalgia settled well on me, and I wondered what my mother would think about my extracurricular activities. “You are better than this Sarah, you should get a man and settle down, I want a grandbaby.”

  I could literally hear her nagging voice echo in my mind as I waited for whomever as on the other side to open the door.

  “Miss Andrews.”

  “Hello Sam,” I answered as I stepped into the house “Is everything set up for me?”

  “You know we aim to please ma’am.”

  “Like hell you do.”

  “Right this way,” Sam began heading down a hallway and lead me straight to a basement. I had always admired what the owner had done with the place. Discretion was critical when it came to this business, and much thought had been placed into it. The basement was where all the action happened; it was sound proof and one could easily have a different decent party upstairs when the nasty and unspeakable happened literally right under their noses.

  The atmosphere felt and smelled like sex which got me all the more excited. An almost nude waitress walked up to me and offered a glass of champagne; she was dressed in nothing but a red thong with knee high boots. Her tits were firm and perfect, and I could clearly see why she had been asked to serve topless that night. I accepted the drink and watched as she parted her lips and gave me a warm kiss at the same time grabbing my ass.

  This was not just any kiss; it was the kiss of haze. She had a pill in her mouth which I happily accepted and watched as she winked at me and went her way.

  It was not easy to tell the narcotics she had given me; even in my line of work all I did was see them not taste the evidence. I chose to wash it all down with the champagne and went on to follow Sam, who was only a few feet from me.

  . The color theme for the night was bold and admirable a royal shade of purple had been chosen to blend with a daring gold. It gave the sex noises in the room an echo, but only one with a keen eye for detail like me would notice, it came with the territory I guess.

  The basement was just as I could remember (the layout of course), the people were different but the pleasurable noises were not. They had partitioned it into separate compartments with drapes acting as doors where some were drawn back while others were left open.

  After visiting a few sex clubs in and out of the city, I had come to realize that there were some people out there who would pay to watch live pornography. They never actually touched or indulged in the act, they simply got off by watching other people fuck while they sipped on expensive wine. I personally thought that was a waste of time and good wine, but you do what you got to do to get off, everyone had their own weird fantasies, and I was no exception.

  “Have fun dear,” Sam said with a wink before walking away. He had come to a halt at the front of my compartment before turning on his heel and letting me be.

  “I intend to.”

  I took in a deep breath and let the anticipation grow for a longer minute before pulling back the drapes.

  “Hello Daisy,” my favorite whore saluted before getting on her feet and walking towards me.

  “Hey there summer,” I replied and if she was keen enough she could hear how tense and nervous I was. Even after being a frequent visitor at this club, I would always get nervous every time I saw summer. Maybe it was the way she would play with her tongue, and that got me turned on. Or the thought of what her hands would always do to me, I never could tell.

  We always used code names when it came to this part of the town; Sam was the only one who knew our true identities, and that was because he dealt with payment. I sized her up as she walked towards me; it was like watching her step out of a Bollywood movie except there was no frantic dance moves and deafening song. She had on a matching pair of underwear that was red in color and quite suggestive, just as I had requested.

  “I can see you followed my instructions.”

  “Don’t I always?” Summer asked shyly before slowly getting on her knees with a seductive look fixed on me.

  I let out another sly smile at this gesture; my wrench never wasted my time I had thought her well. I shut my eyes as she played with the zipper to my pants and pulled down my panties, there was never time for idle chit chat when it came to Summer, she always had a better use for her tongue.

  “Where is Henry?” I asked dreamily. Summer had made me spread my legs and started licking my already wet and excited pussy. She had directed my foot to the edge of the bed so that she could get a better surface area to work on.

  “I am right here,” Henry’s deep voice answered from behind me and I thanked my lucky stars that Summer did not have to pause what she was doing to answer my question “Have you missed me, Daisy?”

  “Would I be here if I hadn’t?”

  Henry stood behind me and cupped my breasts from my back; he then went on to nibble on my left ear as he fondled with my blouse and unclipped my bra, Henry also knew the rules he never wasted any time when it came to me.

  These two people always made me grateful that I showed up, they knew what I liked and how I liked it. I absent-mindedly let out a pleasurable moan as I surrendered my being to them to do as they pleased. Sam was right, they indeed aimed to please. My phone rang when Summer was still playing with my cunt and Henry fingering me in the ass. I wanted to ignore it at first and cursed myself for not leaving it in the car but the thought of ignoring a late night call might lead to serious repercussions.

  “Hello,
” I answered in my professional tone and trying to hide how pissed I was.

  “Agent Andrews, your presence is needed.”

  “Where?”

  “I will text you the address.”

  Such calls were the worst, whenever the caller could not give you details of the case at hand over the phone, be afraid, be terrified.

  I waited for the text to get through. I made a mental calculation in my head before looking at both Summer and Henry. I wished I could place them in my pocket and take them home with me.

  “I will need you to hurry this along; I need to be out of here in fifteen minutes.”

  “Roger that,” Henry answered and without warning bent me over and stuck his gigantic black dick inside my wet wanting pussy. I winced slightly as I thought of the last time I had been in here and got more than excited when he started thrusting.

  Summer knew what to do; her role was not yet over just because she did not have a dick; she positioned herself in a way that she could play with my clit while at the same time spanking my ass. Summer was the catalyst to my orgasm as Henry went on to hump and fill me up; these twos were a match made in sex heaven. She would pull at my hair, spank my bare ass and did all the dirty talk just how I loved it.

  “Do you like that?” she asked, “Do you like that thick juicy cock in your pussy.”

  “I love it,” I replied timidly. This was the only place where I played submissive; the sense of someone else controlling me and making me beg for mercy had a kick to it. I, of course, had my days to be in charge, however, whenever I had the time I would make Henry and Summer do things to each other as I watched and played with myself and arousing was a word I would use lightly when it came to that. I would make them slap each other across the face, moan out loud when they inserted foreign objects into the others body and would sometimes ask them to lick my boots and worship me. After all, I did pay enough money to have them do anything I want. This strategy had a result, degrading Summer and Henry and making them feel worthless would harbor a form of hidden resentment towards me.

  This would always come in handy on days like these, where I would play submissive, and they would have their turn to be rough with me. The vengeance behind every thrust, spank and shove could not be missed, and I loved it.

  Another slap on my ass from Summer made me feel an orgasm taking over her. I waited patiently for the second and third before the familiar cringe took over my body and preceded the orgasm. The familiar ripple that rose from the sole of my feet to the small of my back took over her as I let out a loud moan. Summer and Henry paused for quick second and let me have my little piece of heaven; I had indeed taught them well.

  “How did that feel?” Henry asked before pulling out. He had not reached his climax but didn’t mind. It was never about him; his aim was to satisfy his clients and would sometimes go for hours in the night fucking different women and sometimes men without cumming.

  “That felt wonderful,” I admitted as I stretched and loved the smiles that were both on Summer’s and Henry’s faces.

  “I will leave you a tip at the front,” I said as I hurriedly got dressed. They were never supposed to handle any money, which was a general rule.

  After throwing a quick glance at my wrist watch, I headed out of the compartment and into the hallway. The air was filled with sex noises as I walked out and headed to the front where Sam was playing with a drink in his hand.

  “Did you have fun my dear?” he asked, “Why are you leaving so soon?”

  “I have to run Sam, but I always have a good time.”

  I settled my bill before walking out the same way I came in; I took short and quick strides to the car knowing that my cell phone will go off again in a few seconds. I gave the place a quick look before pulling out of the driveway. I played with different words in my head that would befit a name for the place, was it a brothel? A sex club? A fetish parlor? Fantasy chamber? The possibilities were endless.

  Whatever name I would secretly baptize the place, I knew one thing, it was a part of my life that I was never proud of. Granted, it took me to heaven and back, but it would always remind me of my empty and lonely life. I pushed the depressing thoughts to the back of my head and saved them for the day I would consult a shrink and step on the accelerator. The job ahead was more important, at least that I was proud

  The place was crowded, just as I suspected it would be, I spotted the local police trying to control the crowd and from the distance could also spot a few of my people. It was late in the night and from the yellow crime tape outside the house and the different bags being shipped out of it, I had an inkling what the case was about. But what I could not understand was why on earth the FBI had been called to the scene? The local police could quickly take care of the mess; I knew better than to ask myself so many questions. And after parking opposite the crime scene at a strategic point where I could easily escape after impressing the big boss and ordering around everyone else I walked into the house.

  Ian was the first to notice me walk through the front door; he had on his navy blue jacket with the words “FBI” written on the back in bright yellow. I hated those clothes; they made one look like a construction site worker.

  “Hey, what have we got here?” I asked. He was holding a clipboard in his left hand and a pen in the right scribbling something that looked grave.

  “Come with me,” Ian said as soon as I got to where he was standing and turned on his heel. He led me to a room and from a quick analysis I could tell that it was a two bedroom house.

  “The whole family was murdered,” he pointed to the gruesome picture that was now before me.

  The room was filled with the raw metallic stench of blood, there were three bodies sprawled on the floor, and I could tell that two of them had already been moved.

  The bodies had been shot in the head, a clear sign that the act was in cold blood, I knelt by one of the bodies and was careful not to get any blood on my clothes as I let my mind analyze the crime scene.

  “Were there any survivors?” I asked Ian, who was hovering in the background watching me.

  “One of them made it to the hospital, but the other died in the ambulance.”

  “Give it to me,” I said.

  Ian looked like he had been living for this moment when I told him that, he took out a pen from the front pocket of his shirt and started going through his scribbled notes.

  “This is the Morello residence; there was a 911 call from the neighbors at around 9:45 pm reporting loud noises and screaming coming from here.”

  “Morello? Why does that name sound familiar?”

  “Because it is not their real name.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “We placed them under house protection program about ten years ago. These are the Miguel.”

  It all came flooding back as soon as Ian had said these words; I had been a rookie back then when handling this case. Now I could see why the FBI was involved; this was a case dated back ten years.

  “Fuck!” I let out and got to my feet. Now I got why Ian was hovering around me looking slightly agitated.

  “Do we have any suspects, Ian?”

  “Yes, the mob leader was released on parole only a few weeks back.”

  “Do you think it is a case of vengeance?”

  “Might be,” Ian answered, “It is just too coincidental that the family turns up dead after the ex-leader was released.”

  “That is what they want you to think Ian, the old man might have also been framed,” I tried to explain “The spotlight would automatically fall on him.”

  “So what are you attempting to say?”

  “Do not rule out any other suspects.”

  “Who do you have in mind?”

  I paced the bloody room before biting at my lower lip, the words of my very wise criminology teacher echoed in my head. “When everything falls into place so quickly, go back to the drawing board.”

  “Who is the current leader of the mob?”


  “Joe Mancini,” he answered.

  “I think that is who we should be looking at.”

  “Wait a minute, I am confused.”

  “Think about it,” I turned all my attention to Ian to help him see the logic behind my thinking “If you were Joe Mancini, would you easily give up your seat to someone who had been locked up for over a decade? Have in mind the kind of submission and ass kissing that comes with being the boss.”

  “That makes sense, so should we make him a prime suspect?”

  “We should but let’s make them think we have fallen for their foolish trap. Let them think our primary suspect is the old man.”

  “I get you.”

  The perks of being boss were always refreshing; I did not have to stay back and do all the dirty work. I gave a last look at the bodies in the room and made my leave, on the bright side they were all dead, no one will have to grieve for the other. Assuming that the survivor in the hospital wouldn’t make it, from the wound he had sustained chances of making out alive were almost zero and even if he did he would be in a vegetative state for the rest of his life.

  The fatigue was beginning to weigh down on me, even Superman had his kryptonite and after the good fuck with Henry and Summer, my body needed to shut down. I walked over to the car and got in the driver’s seat before driving away. I had been up since four that morning, and my wristwatch confirmed it was 2:58. All I could think of were the silk sheets on my huge bed, I had a long day coming up, and it all started in two hours.

  2

  Robbie

  Nothing made sense to me anymore, scratch that, a lot of things made sense to me, but nothing felt meaningful. It used to be this way when I had no money and making money was the only thing that mattered. Everything seemed flat, the scotch in my hand, the music in the club and the woman seated next to me bubbling on and on about things that only made sense to her.