by T. L Smith
Anton dashes to grab the car parked down the street. He’s louder and more robust than most. Where Viktor is more the silent type and often speaks only to those he trusts.
They’re both on steroids! Well, possibly not, but I do like to fuck with them. They are, however, built like brick houses. All muscle and power.
Anton flies down the streets of Brooklyn, not even caring about the police. They don’t register on his radar at all. To us, they aren’t as dangerous as other people. People who will shoot, stab, at just the sight of us. After a few miles of driving at speeds that would make a normal person shudder, we arrive.
“How much does he owe?” Viktor asks, stepping out of the truck.
We all follow him in, entering the small restaurant via the back door. Garbage scattered on the ground crunches under our boots, while laughter is heard echoing out from inside. It doesn’t stop us from entering.
“Over twenty thousand,” Anton replies in a low voice while shaking his head.
“Seriously! Did he need to buy some expensive pussy or what?”
I don’t answer because as soon as we enter, there she is. Her heels high, her legs crossed, her skirt riding up her thighs. Both Anton and Viktor punch me in the side to stop me from staring. I can’t help it! Why the fuck does she do this to me?
“Close your mouth, you have some drool,” Anton says with a laugh as he walks straight past her to go behind the counter. She just watches me, sitting in her seat, her legs crossed like she’s hypnotizing me.
“Boss,” Viktor says, pointing to where Anton currently has the man by his neck, feet dangling off the ground.
His temper needs to be checked.
“Deal with it!” Viktor does the same thing, walks straight past her. She stands when he walks behind the counter, taking two very loud steps toward me. Is it so loud because she’s all I can hear and see? Or is it because I’m afraid if I turn she’ll disappear?
“Missed me, sugar?” She walks so close I can smell her, then she starts circling me like I’m her prey.
Hell, maybe I am!
“Elina,” I say, letting her name roll off my lips.
“I’ve missed you.” She stops walking around me and stops directly in front. Her voice makes my dick hard—it’s hard, yet it feels sweet.
“Stop disappearing, then you wouldn’t!”
She cocks her head to the side and bites her lip. I should be worried, that she knows, that she wants other things, though all I want at this point in time is her.
“Are you running away again?” I circle her now, memorizing every curve, then locking it away. She stands still—hands down by her sides, her posture perfect.
“Depends...” She smirks.
I want to keep her talking.
I want that voice wrapped around me.
I want to never stop listening to it.
“On what?” Her posture doesn’t waver.
“On what you can offer me.”
“What I can offer?” I ask, confused.
Her hand reaches out again, touching my shoulder. She steps another step closer, her heels clicking loudly on the tiled surface letting it echo through the diner.
Then she whispers in my ear, “Yes. What can a man like you offer someone like me?” Her words seep through my body, making me crave her, want her more.
“Me...”
Her head drops to the side while she stares at me. “And?”
I look at her confused, pulling her body close to mine, bringing her into me by holding her waist—it’s tiny and feels so fragile like I could snap her in half.
“Do you really want to know what someone like me can do to a girl like you?”
Her mouth is inches from mine. We both watch each other’s lips, mesmerized.
“No, I don’t. How about you show me?” Her heart shape lips lift up in a smile. Those lips, they’re tantalizing. They beg to be kissed, beg to be bitten.
I smash my lips to hers, my hands move down to the curve of her hips and land on her ass. Her hands come up around my neck, she pulls me closer, then one hand drops and I feel it going lower. She bites my lip, softly, then her hand grabs my ass squeezing it hard as I kiss her deeply.
I want to fuck her so fucking bad it’s driving me crazy. I want to take her right here, right now. I want to bend her over the chair her ass was sitting on only minutes ago and make her scream out my name, till it’s the last name that leaves those lips. She’s a witch, she’s bewitching me, and I hardly know anything about her.
What a fucked up situation I’m in. Especially, when I’m due to be married off soon. Fuck!
“Once you finish face fucking, we have shit to do,” Viktor’s voice breaks through.
I feel her hands glide back up and sense her beginning to pull away. I don’t let her, as I continue kissing her. I don’t care who’s watching. They can watch. Hell, they can watch me fuck her if she’s into that.
She pulls back from me, breaking contact, her hands leave me, signifying loss. I hold on for a minute longer, then turn around when the boys make a grunting sound. They have the shop owner on the floor, his face all bruised and bloody. I turn and notice Elina watching, she looks down at him then back at me.
“Goodbye,” she says pulling all the way away, and I’m helpless as I watch her walk out. Observing her hips sway, her heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor, and I stand there like an idiot until Anton pulls my attention away.
“Should we kill him?” Anton asks.
Looking down at the man who’s curled up in a scared child-like posture, I shake the kiss from my thoughts. As I bend down to face the man, his eyes are basically so swollen they’re sealed shut. Noticing he can still see me out of one, but he closes it completely when I’m in front of him.
“This is your last warning. If you don’t have it by next week, you won’t have a life or a store.”
His head starts to shake rapidly. “I will, I will,” he says curled up in a ball and shaking.
I used to hate this part of the business, the shakedowns. My first shakedown was at the age of thirteen, I had to go along with my uncle to learn the ropes. He killed that man, with me standing there. That was my first taste of death, and it wouldn’t be my last.