by A'zayler
Demoto listened before hanging up and heading to get Taryn. He grabbed for her arm expecting for her to pull away, but she didn’t. She placed her smaller suitcase onto the larger one and grabbed his hand with her free one. They walked hand and hand to the front of the airport to catch a cab. They were slapped with a rude awakening once they got outside. They were no longer in Georgia. The wind brutally assaulted their faces as they stood on the curb. Snuggling against Demoto was like second nature for Taryn. He placed his free arm around her body, pulling her closer. They were standing the closest to the street, so when the next cab came Taryn hopped in. Demoto put away their bags before he got in and they pulled away. Nearly twenty minutes later, the car came to a stop in front of a Starbucks. Demoto could tell by the look that was on Taryn’s face that she was confused; he’d explain it to her later. After paying the cabbie and retrieving their bags, they walked inside. He ordered them both a caramel latte with java chips and sat down. Taryn had found them a table as soon as they walked in.
“So are you going to tell me why we’re at Starbucks and not at our hotel?”
“Nope! But I’ll tell you how pretty you look,” Demoto smiled as her face grew serious. She was obviously not in the mood for games. “The cold weather sure is making you bitter,” he laughed. Taryn was casually dressed in a purple Adidas tracksuit with all of her hair down. It was wild from the blowing wind, and she looked absolutely beautiful.
“Come on Moto, tell me please. I’m tired and cold, I just want to go take a hot shower and lay down.” She watched him as he stood up and reached his hand out to her.
“Come on crybaby.”
“Where we going?
“To take a hot shower,” he smiled as they grabbed their bags and left the building. It was still extremely cold outside, so their walk down the street was torture. Demoto watched the faces of all the people that were passing and they didn’t look the least bit fazed by the temperature. They carried conversations easily. It pained him to open his mouth, or breathe for that matter. Taryn-Lee didn’t look to be doing much better. She was keeping his pace, but she was shivering so hard her teeth were chattering. A few buildings up they stopped in front of a high rise and went inside. They both breathed a sigh of relief as they made their way to the elevators. Neither spoke a word, just observed in silence. The elevator came to a stop on the sixteenth floor before Demoto grabbed the back of Taryn’s arm and led her down the hall. He pulled out the keys that Bradley had given him in the backpack and went inside. Once the door was closed, he and Taryn stood still in amazement. The flat was breathtaking. It had hardwood floors and massive windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. The entire apartment was white, from the walls, to the décor. The only color was the blood red curtains and pillows on the sofas. The pictures that hung from the walls were immaculate and unique. The kitchen was decorated in black and gray, as well as two of the bedrooms down the hall. The last bedroom was the master, and it was draped in teal and gold. The bed took up majority of the floor, minus the small sofa set in the corner. The cinnamon smell of the atmosphere was so relaxing; it made Taryn feel right at home.
“I never want to leave!” she gushed as she admired the master bathroom. Demoto followed closely behind. He too was in awe at the apartment, but not as much as Taryn. Whenever he did work for Double O, he was treated like a King. He was given nothing less than the best.
“It’s a good thing you don’t have to.”
“Yes I do. When do we start?” Demoto left the room to get his bags. He was not about to have this argument with Taryn again. At least that’s what he thought. She followed him back into the living room.
“Demoto, I don’t understand why you won’t let me help. I mean it’s not like I’m asking to shoot them or anything. I just want to help! Let me make friends with one of them or something.”
“Taryn I appreciate it, but no! You’re too naive for something like this. You are the same person that was about to let a stranger know where you’re laying your head. We’re in unfamiliar territory, and you’re ready to trust anybody! The moment we got into the cab, you started telling all of our business. That man didn’t need you to tell him we’re not from here; it’s obvious as fuck! Secondly, suppose we’d let him drop us off here, then he’d come back later to rob us? Huh? I bet you never thought about that. But it’s cool because it’s not your job to, it’s mine. Just like it’s my job to keep you safe. You’re not helping me, and that’s final!”
“Well why did you even bother to bring me then?”
“Because, I miss your ass like crazy when I’m gone! That shit fucks with my head, and I need to do my best while I’m here. I knew if I could come home to you after dealing with bullshit all day, it would keep me ready for the next day. If you had stayed in GA, I would have been miserable every fucking day and fucked over this job.”
“Don’t try to say all that sweet stuff so I won’t be mad,” a smile crept across her face as she unzipped her jacket. She would let this go for now because he was right. She didn’t know the first thing about what he did. She just wanted to help in any way she could.
“I ain’t worried about your ass being mad. I knew you would be alright after I gave you this good D,” he laughed as he motioned towards his hard length with his eyes. Taryn couldn’t help but laugh at his silliness. After tossing her jacket over the back of the sofa, she went to retrieve the rest of her things. She wheeled them straight to the master bedroom without even asking. She wasn’t the least bit surprised when Demoto came rolling his stuff in behind her. The look he gave dared her to object to them sharing rooms. She smiled at him and rolled her eyes.
“Demoto you are not my daddy!”
“Oh but I can be!”
“Your nasty ass! I should have known you would say something slick.” She continued placing her clothing on the hangers in the closet. If she was going to be living there for a month minimum, she was not about to live out of a suitcase the entire time. Demoto left his things in the suitcase and put it in the closet. Just like a man. He wasn’t even going to put his clothes up. He probably wouldn’t mind one bit living out of his suitcase. Once she finished hers, she’d do his as well.
******
It had taken her thirty minutes to unpack their things, and they had retreated back to the extra large great room. Demoto was busy looking over the files of each folder while she made them dinner. She wasn’t the best cook, but she tried. She had baked some steaks and made baked potatoes and salad. The kitchen had been fully stocked when they got there. Taryn was in love with the Double O treatment. Less than an hour later, she was done cooking and had called Demoto to taste it. To her surprise, he actually looked like he liked it. She made their plates and sat them on the table in the dining room. It took Demoto a few more minutes before he joined her. They said their prayers and dug in. It was quiet the first few minutes while they ate. Demoto looked like he had a lot on his mind, so she decided to break the silence.
“Find anything useful in the folders?”
“You have no idea! These people are loaded bae. They have stacks of money, and the dumb daughter is blowing it all. She has the worst gambling problem known to man. This girl is losing thousands of dollars at a time in casinos, and stock markets. Anything you can think of, she’s betting on. She has money on cockfights, horses, racecars, even football games. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Well it’s not like they don’t have the money.”
“They’re not going to have it too much longer. She’s spending more than they’re making back, and I don’t even want to get started on the brother. This man is scamming some of the largest names in the world. The files from his computer alone can shut down the whole white house. He has taps on everything. The only thing is, that fool has a meth addiction.” Taryn ate another piece of her steak while she waited for him to finish. “The father, he seems like a pretty stand up dude. There’s nothing much on him besides the fact that he cheats like a fucking man
iac. He’s had four paternity suits this year alone. Which brings me to the last member of the family, the mother. She is suffering from depression and sees a psychiatrist twice a week. Between the four of them, they’ll be broke within the next three months. The shit these people are in could kill Double O. None of them are stable enough to be in charge of a business this prominent. One mishap and the whole team could go down. They’ve been maintaining thus far, but they have to go before it’s too late.” Demoto shook his head as he thought about all of the information he’d just taken in. Each folder was thick with information on the family, from their friends to their favorite hangout spots. This was going to take a lot of work, but it could definitely be done.
“Dang! Who are these people?” Demoto got up and came back with a family portrait they’d taken last month and slid it to Taryn.
“Taryn-Lee, meet the Elmores.”
*****
DING! DING! DING!
The siren from a winning slot machine sounded. People were moving all around the room. They were drinking, serving drinks, or changing tables and machines. Taryn had accompanied Demoto to the Resorts World Casino about an hour ago, and she was already ready to leave. He had come to watch Emily Elmore, the gambling nut daughter. The only reason he’d let her come was because she had begged. Now she wished she hadn’t. There was nothing appealing about continuously and unnecessarily losing your money. She had tried to endure the pain like a trooper, but she was bored out of her mind. After a few more minutes of roaming around, she shot Demoto a quick text.
Taryn: I’m about to go shop! Call me when you’re done
My Love Moto: No the hell you ain’t! Keep your ass in this Casino!
Taryn: LOL Demoto please! I keep telling you, you are not my daddy
My Love Moto: I keep telling you I can be! Just be safe and don’t talk to nobody
Taryn: Yes sir daddy
My Love Moto: Call me daddy when you taking this dick
Taryn: Nasty ass!
My Love Moto: You love it! Don’t talk to nobody!
Taryn put her phone back into her purse and headed out the door. She checked to make sure she had her fake IDs and walked into the brisk air. There were stores everywhere. She couldn’t wait to get in Nordstrom and Burberry to find her a good coat. It was fucking freezing in New York! She missed home already; hopefully Demoto would get done sooner than later. On her way to Burberry, she was stopped by the Apple store. It was big and clear, she’d never seen anything like it. She rushed inside. By the time she’d left, it had been thirty minutes and an iPad later. She’d heard Demoto tell Adisa he’d broken his last night before they left, so she got him a new one. She stopped and ate as she made her way down the street. She enjoyed the scenery as she basked in the happiness of her current situation.
“Welcome to Burberry,” the sales woman greeted as she entered. She smiled and headed for the section she saw jackets in. There were so many styles; she couldn’t choose. Thumbing through the racks, she could hardly contain her excitement. The various shades of browns caught her eyes instantly, until she saw red out the corner of her eye. As she turned around, the sight before her made her eyes bulge. It was the cutest red Burberry Reyna Trapeze coat. She’d saw one similar to it on fashion week when she was watching TV a while back. She had to have it! After having a salesman retrieve that coat along with two others, six pairs of boots, a scarf, and three hats, she was ready to check out. Her total was close to 32,000 . She had just reached in her purse to get her black card when the clerk grabbed her arm.
“There’s no need for that ma’am, your things have already been purchased.” Taryn looked at her like she had spoken in a foreign language.
“Excuse me, what? How? By who?” Taryn rambled off questions as they packed her things into bags. The clerk didn’t say another word until she had finished bagging her items.
“The gentleman in the corner next to the window has given strict instructions for this spree to be on him.” Taryn turned around and looked towards the window. She turned back around quickly, because she didn’t know that man from a bum on the street.
“Are you sure you have the right person? I don’t know him.” The lady behind the counter gave Taryn a disapproving look. One day young girls would learn; when a man was spending money, let him. Not bothering to acknowledge Taryn’s question, she walked around the counter to hand her the bags. Taryn could tell the lady felt some type of way, so she took her things and headed for the man. As she got closer, she still didn’t recognize him. She made up in her mind that she would just pay him back and leave.
“Hello sir, I’m not sure if I have this right, but did you just pay for my things?” The man was an older white gentleman dressed in a sleek suit. His hair was groomed and he looked to be in his mid-fifty’s. He smiled at Taryn as she waited for a response.
“That is correct. I like for beautiful women to have beautiful things. I think you’re beautiful and the green trench coat you tried on compliments your skin very well. As well as everything else you tried on.”
“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that,” Taryn said as she reached to pull some cash from her purse. A large hand covered hers, stopping her movement.
“You’re money is no good here, pretty girl. You’re welcome” He smiled and left the store. Taryn thought about going after him to give him money, but decided against it. She grabbed her things and proceeded to finish shopping. Hopefully there were some more men looking to fund her trip. She hit at least five more stores, racking up on cold weather clothing for her and Demoto. Neither of them had packed the appropriate clothing for this trip. She had bought so many things she could hardly carry it all. She knew there was no way she was going back to the casino. Demoto had texted and called her a few times to check in, so she told him she’d wait for him at the apartment.
By the time she got inside the apartment, she was beat. She didn’t think she’d ever been this tired in her life. She showered, washed her hair, and braided it down. It had gotten dark and she was lying on the sofa watching television when her phone rang. It was Kia. They talked for a while about nothing before Taryn fell asleep. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep when she heard the door slam shut. She looked up to find Demoto standing there with a smile on his face.
“Honey, I’m home,” he sang playfully as he leaned down and kissed her. He took a shower before joining her on the sofa.
“So how did spying go?”
“T, that bitch is paid! The only sad part is, she’s so fucking sloppy. It’s going to be a cakewalk getting to her. How was shopping?” he asked. Taryn told him all about the clothes she’d gotten them, and the man that had treated her in Burberry. He wasn’t too fond of that, as she figured he wouldn’t be. They talked for a little while longer before he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He snuggled up close to her and lay his head on her breasts. With her arms wrapped around his head, and his around her waist, they drifted off to dream land.
Chapter 16
It had been one week since they’d gotten to New York, and things were going great for Demoto. Taryn, on the other hand, was bored and ready to go. She’d done all the shopping she could and had grown tired of the cold. She and Demoto were getting ready to head out to a club that the son, Bailey Elmore, frequently attended. Demoto had pretended to meet him two days ago at a local meth house. Bailey immediately took a liking to the African meth head, or so he thought. He and Demoto had talked for a while before he invited him to the club. He’d even gone as far as to put him on the VIP list. Being that women were free all night anyway, Taryn didn’t need any special treatment. If need be, Demoto would just pay for her to skip the line. They’d agreed to separate once they got inside. He didn’t want any extra heat on Taryn, so he kept her at a distance. Demoto explained his rules to her over and over to make sure she understood. Once they got into the club, they wouldn’t be together but she was to stay in his line of vision. Looking her over in the mirror almost made him ch
ange his mind about the club all together. She was dressed in a white two-piece ensemble with pink pumps. The cropped top showed her flat stomach while the satin pants hugged her shape. Her hair was French-braided into one long braid in the center of her head. The large gold hoops and gold watch was her only jewelry. Taryn-Lee Alvarez was bad, in every way. She had to be the most beautiful woman walking the planet, and all his. He walked up behind her and kissed her neck.
“You making my dick hard girl.”
“Well what you want me to do about that?” she asked as she turned to face him. She loosened the buckle to his belt a little and stuck her hand down the front of his slacks. As she ran her hand over the tip of his throbbing wood, it jumped in her hand.
“It’s yours baby, get it,” his voice was husky and filled with lust. His accent seemed to get thicker when he was ready for sex. Demoto turned her on something terrible. She had been watching him get dressed all night. She pushed him to the wall as she squatted in front of him. After freeing him from his pants, she licked her lips. Demoto’s dick was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It was long, thick, and heavy. The pulsating veins protruding out the sides led straight to the perfectly ripe head. It was begging to be kissed, so she did. Once she’d kissed the head, she continued to lick up and down his shaft before taking as much of him in her mouth that could fit. The moan that escaped his lips made her panties wet. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him harder and faster. She could tell he was getting close because he started speaking in broken French. Whenever he was about to cum, he would moan to her in French.
“What are you saying?” she asked as she paused and looked up at him. He was looking down at her with eyes blazed with lust.
“I said you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth. I love the way your lips circles it while you look up at me. Shit Taryn-Lee, you make me fall deeper in love every time I look at you” His hand was now resting on the side of her face. He had reached to touch her hair a few times, but she kept moving his hand. It had taken her too long to get her braid right; she was not about to let him mess it up. She smiled up at him as she thought about how she must look with his hard dick still hanging out of her mouth. She pulled it out, kissed the head, and went back to sucking. It had been another five minutes before she felt the slight tremble in his legs as he pulled out of her mouth and bust in his hand. He had wanted to see if she would swallow, but he didn’t want to push her too far just yet. She was still new in the sexual area of life. When he returned, she was putting on more lipstick. He smiled at her as he fixed his pants. Once they were put back together, they left the building and headed for the club.