“Harder, Damon, please.”
That was all it took. Despite this only being our second time together I pumped against her hard feeling every inch of her. She would be sore tomorrow, I would guarantee that much. I fucked her hard, listening to her call out my name. I pumped her harder while I reached over and rubbed her clit; she was so wet that my fingers slid over her pussy easily. I bent forward and kissed her shoulder, nipping it gently. I fondled her breasts from underneath. I could feel her tightening around me and I knew she was going to cum again. I pumped faster and she muffled her cries of pleasure against her palms. Oh she was good, really good. Her orgasm broke through and she whimpered as she finished.
“It's my turn,” she whispered.
I slid out of her as she rolled over, got up and pushed me back down on the couch. It was the hottest thing she could ever have done.
“Okay baby, I want you to fuck me good, I can't wait.”
She was sexy and naughty and her beautiful breasts bounced before me as she mounted me.
The whole length of my cock slowly pushed inside her as she sat down on me, causing her to let out a slow and powerful moan. There were so many different feelings and sensations going through my body at that moment. I was lost in a sea of pleasure and I wanted to let go of my orgasm but I needed to stop myself.
“I want more,” she whispered
I chuckled and she started pumping me, her pussy bouncing on top of my cock. I was delirious with the pleasure she was giving me. I needed it, needed all of her.
What I didn't expect was for her pussy to become so wet. She was dripping wet down my shaft and I felt a buildup once again. I could feel her squeezing me and I knew she was going to cum on my cock. God, the thought was just too delicious.
“Damon, it feels good, it really does feel so good.”
“I know, baby. It's amazing, isn't it?”
“Yes,” she gasped, “I'm coming again.”
Her whole body shuddered as she came. She continued pumping against my cock breaking all reason inside my mind. She was glorious; all of it was so incredible. She was building up for another orgasm, I couldn't believe it. The shudders ripped through her body causing an ache as she screamed my name.
“Oh Cadence, I'm ready too baby. I'm going to fill up your pussy with my cum.”
She moaned, loving how sexy the dirty talk was. I spilled inside of her and collapsed against the couch.
She slid slowly off my cock and I missed her already.
I rubbed her ass as she moved away from me. She was truly a gift to me, a sexy little gift. I couldn’t get enough of her and I honestly doubted I would be able to say no to anything she wanted from me. We cleaned up in silence and once dressed she smiled seductively at me, looking like the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
Chapter Eight
Damon
Sitting in my office mid-afternoon, I was enjoying a glass of brandy. I couldn't get Cadence out of my head. The girl had got into my brain and was holding it hostage. No matter what I did, thoughts of her kept coming back to me. The sex we had a few nights ago was really all I could think about. The girl was like a drug and I wanted more and more of her. I hadn't spoken to her since because I felt my attraction for her had gotten wildly out of control. I never felt like this before and I wasn't about to let a girl get in my head and cloud my judgment. I had plenty of work to do and had no intention of catering to a girl. The company was starting to grow. We had plans of expanding to other areas of California. It was exciting times, because it meant just that much more money and power was going to start pouring in. If I could grow the organization that much bigger while being the boss then people would truly recognize my value. That was why I couldn't be bothered with getting seriously involved with any woman, never mind a fox like Cadence. That hot little piece of ass could come to great use for me but only as a piece of ass. I was nobody's boyfriend.
After the incredible sex we had I had sent her home with my driver. It had occurred to me to let her sleep over so that I could fuck her again in the morning. But that just smelled like too much trouble to me. We had both been a little drunk anyways, and I was determined not to get tangled up in a real relationship. Whether I liked it or not, her sleeping over would have been a mistake. I didn't want her getting the wrong idea about us and then start asking me 'where this was going.' No, things were better off this way and she would just have to get used to my absence. The problem was I wasn't sure if I could get used to her absence. The girl had found a way to enter my brain and never leave. It couldn't just be the sex. After all, at the end of the day, sex was just sex. It could be found with another girl, and yet lately I didn't want another girl. I just wanted Cadence. If I fucked her for a month straight I doubted that I would be bored with her. What the hell was happening to me? Maybe I was under too much stress. The incident at the warehouse certainly hadn't helped my stress level.
Just then Gord walked in which helped to raise my blood pressure slightly. He sat down across from me. “So what happened the other night? That was a little unorthodox if I say so myself.”
I snorted. “You're telling me. The last thing I thought I would ever have to do while being the proud owner of this chair, Gord, is deal with killings. And you better hope to fuck that it wasn't some hazing ritual or I will have your head next.”
Gord sat there and nodded slowly. I couldn't tell what he thought of me these days. He had always been my father’s guy, as they had worked together since they were young men. There was a lot of loyalty between them and I wasn't entirely sure if that loyalty had transferred over to me. Like I said, I wasn't sure if I was being tested at the moment. Was there a chance that I could fail and be dethroned? There was no way in hell I was about to let that happen.
“So what happened?” Gord asked.
“I shot them just like you asked me to and then I buried them. It was one hell of a cleanup, not exactly something I'm used to.”
“Well you are the one that asked us to leave, Damon. We would have been happy to clean up the mess and bury the bodies. We wouldn't have expected you to do that. It was a little weird that you wanted us to leave in the first place.”
“Right. Watching someone do their first kill is the same as watching someone masturbate for the first time. No thank you. I can do that alone as well.”
Gord smirked. “Where are the bodies buried?”
“That is one bit of information that I plan to take to the grave if you don't mind. I have no intention of having this come back to haunt me one day.”
“I always know where the bodies are, Damon. This isn’t a game. Tell me where they are.”
“Well not this time you don't. I don't want anyone to know where they are buried in case the cops ever investigate us. If someone knows, they can tell the cops if they happen to have beef with me about something. Next time I suggest you not involve me in these messes.”
“Our people aren't like that, Damon. We watch each other’s backs.”
“You never watched my back Gord, so who are you kidding.”
“It was my job to watch your father’s back, and now I am doing the same for you.”
“Whatever, drop it. It's my secret, end of story. Like I said, next time don't even call me when you need a dirty job done because I'm not interested. That's your job and don't you forget it.”
“Fine. I just wanted to also let you know that a huge amount of heroin and cocaine is being transported here in a couple of weeks so we'll be good to go with expanding all throughout California.”
“Sounds great, man. That's what I like to hear.”
With that, Gord got up and headed out the door.
Nosey little fucker.
Chapter Nine
Cadence
I was smiling when I walked into my office that day. The more the days went by the more that I loved my job. Or maybe it was the paychecks that I loved so much. Being head accountant was so much better than being just a regular accountant. I was actual
ly able to buy some new furniture and some cute-ass shoes. My year so far had been shit and I was starting to feel like maybe things were going to be okay with me for once. I was determined to find out what happened to my parents but in the meantime the job was nice, the people were nice, I was having great sex and money was flowing in. What more could a girl ask for?
I was grateful that I had finally been able to ask Damon about my parents. His reaction hadn't seemed genuine; he had seemed more in shock than anything. He had also taken a little longer than normal to admit that he didn't know them. There was a good chance that he recognized the name but still had nothing to do with their deaths. Or maybe he didn't want me to know anything about it. I couldn't tell, but I wasn't about to stop digging into it with him. I needed to know how much he knew, if anything, about them. It was vitally important that I find things out quickly before someone caught on to me. I hadn't heard from Damon in a few days but I wasn't concerned. He seemed to come around when he was ready to and I sure as hell wasn't about to chase any man around. He would come to me when he was ready and when he did I would question him again.
Just then there was a knock on my door. Looking up I expected to see Damon, but instead it was his mother, Elizabeth, standing there. My mouth dropped — she was the last person I expected to see in my office. I wasn't entirely sure how much authority she had in the company. Was she also my boss, or was it just Damon? Did she actually work for the company, or was she just a respected legend because of Damon's dad? I wasn't sure what I should say to her or what she was doing there.
“Hi, Mrs. Alexander. How are you this morning?”
“My morning is wonderful, thank you. The sun is shining, after all, so what more can I ask for.”
I smiled warmly, unsure of what to say next. Thankfully she was a lot nicer to me this morning, not like the last time she saw me. She had practically growled at me the first time. She seemed to be in a really good mood that day so I figured her visit had to be a friendly one.
“Are you having a good day, Cadence?”
“I am, thank you.”
“How do you like the job so far? Are you enjoying working here?” She sat down in the chair across from me. She was the most intimidating woman I had ever encountered.
“I love it, Mrs. Alexander, I really do. Everyone is so nice and, well, the job has done wonders for my life.”
“Well that's great news,” she said warmly.
The smile slowly left her face again and I felt a coldness enter the room. What the hell? Suddenly I felt that something was wrong but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Maybe this little meeting wasn't exactly what I thought it was. I remembered how mean she had been the day I met her. I also remembered how she had reacted to my last name. She had frozen when she had heard my last name. Does she know? God, please don't have her be the one that knows.
“I know, Cadence, that you are the daughter of Charles and Veronica.”
My breath caught and I had to will myself not to throw up. Every part of my body was screaming to get up out of my chair and run out of the room. But wouldn't that be a death sentence for me? I didn't know what to do. I was scared for my life and yet I was furious that this woman knew who I was and didn't offer an ounce of remorse for what had happened to my parents. She stood stone cold in front of me looking like she could read my mind. Oh god, where was this going? What did she have planned for me? How did she find out? Or did she always know? She knew what happened to my parents, I was sure of it. My blood turned an icy cold beneath my skin. I had never been so terrified in all my life.
“What are you saying, Mrs. Alexander?”
The woman stared at me unfaltering. She was an opposing figure and I wasn't sure what to do. Should I talk my way out of it or just stay silent? The fight or flight responses were going wild inside my brain and yet I didn't know which one would save my life. I was terrified about what her knowledge about me would mean. Was I about to die?
“I'm not sure why you suddenly showed up here in California without warning, but I do know something is going on. It's all just a little too coincidental. I just want you to know that I will do whatever it takes to protect my son and the company. So I suggest you not get in the way of that.”
I was stunned into silence. Even if I could have spoken, I wouldn't have for fear of saying the wrong thing. Elizabeth got up briskly from the chair and walked straight out of the room. The coldness left the room just as quickly as it had come. I sat there in my chair wondering if I had made the biggest mistake of my life coming there.
Oh god, she knows.
Chapter Ten
Damon
I walked into my office with my mother in tow. She had been rattling off about a get-together she wanted to throw at her home. She had actually started to put me in a better mood after my meeting with Gord. We had been having a quick coffee together and she was now walking me back to my office. I loved my mother with all my heart. These days she was my rock and she fiercely believed that I could follow in my father's footsteps. I didn't intend on letting her down.
“Darling, it's the perfect timing. Now that you are in power, people need to get to know you better. See how well you run things. And a party is a great way of doing it. We will have everyone that is part of the MOB at my place and it will be one hell of a party. Spared no expense, of course.”
“Whatever you want, mother, as long as you don't need me for organizing. I got my hands full already. It hasn't been easy taking on dad's company.”
“Oh please, darling. I don't need any help planning a party. I was planning parties long before you were born.”
I chuckled. “Well it sounds great then. I can't wait.”
“Besides, you are doing wonderfully already. You are the perfect man for the job and I think your father would have been proud.”
“Well, I wouldn't go that far, mother.”
“I would,” she said with a wink. I was quite confident if my father was still alive he would be hounding me about everything that I was doing wrong and blaming me for trying to ruin his company. But there was no need to bash him in front of my mother now that he was gone. She didn't deserve that and she never saw him that way anyway. She had always been madly in love with him.
I circled my desk and saw there was an envelope sitting there addressed to me. How odd. I picked it up, noticing there was no return address on the envelope, just my name. That was usually a bad sign. I wondered who would have sent it and why my receptionist hadn't dropped it off personally as she did with all the mail. Nothing usually came through without her say so. I set it back down to avoid my mother asking questions about it. That was the last thing I needed and I certainly didn't want to open it in front of her. God knows what was inside it. I made my way over to the brandy decanter and poured myself a drink. I poured a healthy serving and drank down half of it. My mother barely batted an eye at my almost full glass. The MOB wasn't exactly known for being lightweights. I smiled at her, however, so she wouldn't suspect something was wrong with me.
“I was thinking of doing it the weekend after next. What do you think?”
“That should work out fine, mother, I don't see any immediate issues with the date.” My eyes flickered back to the envelope. I wondered who it could be from and what it was regarding. Looking at it gave me a sick feeling in my stomach; either that or it was the brandy I had just downed. I poured myself another glass and returned my attention to my mother who was still rattling on.
“Okay darling, I will let you get back to your day.” She kissed me on the cheek and breezed out of the room. I smirked as I watched her go. She was one hell of a woman alright. That party would be the perfect distraction to my life.
I immediately went to the desk and picked up the envelope. I stared at the inscription once again and didn't recognize the handwriting. I ripped it open and my mouth dropped. Now what the hell was this? The contents of the letter were alarming to say the least. They also filled me with dread.
-Ru
n the company right or you will die next! I know you didn't kill the 3 people with the 3 strikes!
That's all that was in the letter, just short and sweet, and I had no idea who sent it. Shit. Who would do this? Who actually had the balls to do this? Anyone in the company would know I would have them sentenced to death if I found out who sent it. So why risk it? Why send something like that to the boss of the MOB? Were people not taking me seriously as the boss? Was I nothing like my father? The thought filled me with fear. I could be dethroned, or killed if people thought I was some kind of pussy. Should I have killed those people and been done with it? I could have, but I didn't want to. I never wanted to be a part of that business. As a boss I felt I could just distance myself from it all. I should have been able to, as it wasn't my job to kill people. I had no interest in getting my hands bloody over something like money. None of these three strikers had done anything to personally hurt me. I didn't have it in me to end lives for no reason.
There were probably only a handful of people that knew that I was supposed to make the kills that night. But the question was, how did they know that the kills weren't made? How did they know that I let those people go? I had explained to Gord that I had taken care of killing and burying the bodies where no one would find them. Was there a chance that someone had been watching the warehouse that night? They wouldn't have heard gunshots, they may have seen people running away, and they would have seen me leave with no bodies to bury. Shit, I had been sloppy. Now what was I going to do? What did this person want? Were they planning on exposing me? Probably not. If that was what they wanted they probably would have just done it by now. It was a threat, to be a better boss. Would that be the last that I heard from them?
I sat back in my chair as I tapped my fingers against my desk. I could feel my power slipping and yet I knew I had to hold on to it no matter what. Someone may need to die after all.
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