I arrived at twelve, pulling up to the sprawling mansion. It was nothing like Ray’s, where Nero conducted his business. Ray’s was seedy; Alec Lorenzo’s home was austere and it made me swallow every time I came over to deliver their monthly payment. I walked up to the front, apprehensive, each step heavy. He hadn’t told me what he wanted to see me for, just that he wished to ‘talk’ with me.
I was let in. The servant didn’t speak to me, and the thin man never had since the first day that I had come over, begging that they take my money in exchange for leaving my father alone. All he did was walk me through echoing halls, carpeted by ancient rugs that had certainly seen brighter homes. I was taken to Alec Lorenzo’s office, where the servant knocked for me, and left.
I waited.
“Come in.”
The voice that sounded was old, worn, the voice of someone who had smoked far too many cigarettes in his lifetime to be justified. I turned the knob of the door and entered, coughing a little at the scent of smoke.
Alec Lorenzo sat behind his desk, long grey hair pulled back, the Cherrywood hiding his large pot belly. Caracts clouded his eyes like his cigar smoke fogged up the room; neither seemed to bother him.
“Ah, Ms. Love. Please sit.” I did so, knowing that I had very little choice in the matter.
“Mr. Lorenzo,” I said politely. “Is there a problem? I was under the impression my payment wasn’t due until the end of the month. Was I mistaken?”
He coughed, hacking into his hand before smiling at me, a great yellowed, toothy expression.
“It’s your payment that I wanted to discuss, though less in terms of you needing to pay me and more in terms of who’s paying you; I had no idea that your income came from Nero Adams.”
From within his desk, he pulled out a folder. He slid it over to me, and my heart pounded in my chest; anxiety raced through me. Inside were pictures of Nero and I, namely ones of us having sex. It was embarrassing that Alec Lorenzo had them, and knowing that Nero and he had bad blood, I feared what the man across from me would do.
“I only needed the money,” I began to explain. “It wasn’t to insult –”
“Child. If I thought that you were trying to insult me, I would have shot you already,” he said. “No. I look at this more as an opportunity. You know that the man Nero Adams called father killed my only son, yes?” he asked. I nodded. “Yes… Little scuffle that ended badly. An accident, apparently. Skipped town before blood could be repaid. And there you are. Close to his son.”
“We’re not close,” I said immediately. “I only… Work for him.”
“Ha! Work. I suppose if bending over for him and letting him in that tight pie of yours is work, you can tell yourself that, Ms. Love. I didn’t call her here to argue over your employment status, however. I called you here to make a deal.”
He sounded pleasant about it, but I felt I couldn’t trust him. His Cheshire smile was far too devious and self-satisfied to mean anything good; and he wasn’t a good man either way.
“What sort of deal?”
“The sort that would erase your father’s debts to my family, and give me my retribution for my son. I want Nero Adams’ life, Ms. Love. I do believe you can help me get it?”
Fight or Flight
Nero
I need to talk to you.
She had sounded so desperate on the phone when she’d called. She hadn’t even given me a chance to say hello before that blurted out of her. On a normal day, I’d have teased her. Asked her maybe if she was that needy for what I could give her, now that she wasn’t so averse to flirting back with me. But this wasn’t that; there was desperation in Elizabeth, and I hated to think about what could have had her coming to me a second time for help.
It was strange to care about someone like that. Where I actually felt nervous and worried about what was going to happen. There were people that were close to me – the people that worked with me, who had worked for my father before. But none of them were like Elizabeth. None of them…
Hell. I had come to actually want her, more than just for sex or to see how far she’d let me push her. She would never want to associate with me after everything was said and done, her father’s debts paid. She wanted a quiet life away from all of this. I was hardly the kind of man that could pull that for her.
I waited for her at Ray’s, sitting on the front stoop. It was the middle of the day; there were patrons inside drinking but hardly anything to write home about at this time in the middle of the week. When she pulled up in her Dodge, I stood, putting out my cigarette. She was dressed nice, like she’d just come from a meeting. My head tilted, and I eyed her. She looked anxious, but mostly, she seemed to be sad. My thoughts instantly went to her father when I saw the tears threatening at the corner of her eyes. She instantly came to my arms, something that surprised me but also made my heart leap.
“Elizbeth, are you okay?”
“He wants to kill you,” she said immediately. I paused. “He told me… he said if I helped him kill you he’d… he’d…”
“Hey. Hey. Come on. Let’s get you a drink and you can tell me what you’re talking about.”
We ended up in my office, a bottle of Jack between us. She began to explain.
“Alec Lorenzo. He called me over earlier. He found out about us – about how I’m getting the money to pay for my father’s debts,” she said. “He said that if I helped him kill you, that he would get rid of my father’s debts for me. He’s still angry about his son, been waiting for revenge for so long…”
I cursed. Lorenzo and I had always gone back and forth. Man was too bitter for his own good. This was the first time that he had tried to get one of my own to turn on me –
The thought makes me pause. Since when had I started thinking of Elizabeth as one of my own?
I pinched the bridge of my nose, before looking at her.
“What did you tell him? Did you agree?” Perhaps this was just her giving me the courtesy of warning me before she put a bullet in my head. After all, around her I was unarmed. I never prepared for anything deadly when it came to dealing with her.
“It’s what I told him. But I don’t want to. I don’t know how to reconcile this but I don’t want you dead… even if it helps my father… your life isn’t supposed to pay for his mistakes – ”
“How long do we have before everything sets into motion?”
She wiped at her nose.
“I told him that I would convince you to meet with him. He plans to ambush you. I told him that you might not want to meet with him, on his turf, however. From there I don’t know. He does have someone watching my house though. To make sure I don’t decide to skip town,” she said bitterly. “They also… they took my father. For insurance.”
I didn’t know what to say. This was a lot for her. It was enough that she had gotten involved with this mess to begin with. That she had had to turn to me and my money to fix her father’s problems with the Lorenzo’s. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be going through this.
I stood, walking to her. My hands cupped her face, thumbs smoothing over her cheekbones.
“I’ll figure something out, Elizabeth,” I promised. “You’re in this situation because of who I am, and what Alec Lorenzo wants. Don’t worry; we’ll get through this.”
I could only hope that that was true.
Last Stand
Elizabeth
I stayed with Nero that night. He had a spare room in the back of Ray’s, and we lost ourselves in each other for what could have been our last night together.
I had no experience with disputes like this; only what could be heard on the news, read in papers, discussed with friends in a café. But it was very real that Alec Lorenzo had my father. He wanted to kill the man that I had come to care for. I was caught in the middle, in a situation that I had never thought that I would need to prepare for.
We got undressed once everything settled down. I didn’t have any clothes to change into, so it was down to
my underwear. I had a feeling of deep apprehension about me, like this was going to be the last time that we would be together. I wish that I could have called them silly fears – but disputes like this ended in bloodshed. I didn’t know how to manage those feelings, the hopelessness.
I went to Nero.
He got into the bed first, and I followed. I lay beside him, quiet for a moment, my heart beating. I didn’t think we would make love. We weren’t lovers, I had to remind myself. But I needed to feel him, I needed him inside me and I wanted to, at least one last time, to have him bring me to the heights of pleasure he had time and time again.
“Take me,” I breathed out, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Please?”
He didn’t deny me, and my body sang out as he laid me back on the bed. He kissed me, starting from my neck and working his way down. My bra was undone, moved out of the way so that his kisses could reach my breasts, his tongue darting out to flick over one teasingly before he suckled on it fully. It sent shocks of pleasure through my body, and my hands pushed into his hair as he made his way lower and lower. His mouth and teeth brushed over my stomach, rising goosebumps on my skin.
When he got between my legs, he moved my panties out of the way, sliding them off my hips and down my legs. I let him between them, keeping my legs spread, bent at the knee. He took me in, bare naked beneath him, sex exposed and wet already, wanting him.
“You’re damn gorgeous, you know?”
My face flushed, and before I could reply to it, his mouth was at my thighs. I gasped, rising my hips up to him in need. He obliged, his tongue coming out to lave between my folds, trail up to the wanting bud that had me moaning when his tongue circled it.
“Oh, Nero… that feels so good.”
His hands kept my thighs spread apart as his mouth loved me, tongue always nestled deep against my womanhood or lips suckling at that pleasurable bud that kept me wet and my insides fluttering. It was so much, so good, and almost became too much when his mouth remained at my pleasure spot, and his fingers slipped inside me.
They weren’t as thick as his length, but they didn’t to be. They were long and reached deep, stroking against intimate spots that had me rolling my hips with him. In and out, spreading, his fingers kept me going and going, until I was panting for him, back arching as I came over his fingers, a flood of pleasure wetting them further.
“Please, Nero, don’t stop…”
It was like a godsend when he pulled his fingers from me, only to replace them with his member. The swollen head pressed eagerly against my open sex, and he slipped in with an ease from how much I wanted him. My arms went around his shoulders, my legs to his waist as he began to thrust inside me. It always felt so full like this, so magnificently full and wonderful and I loved the way he fit inside me just right – thick and long, never painful though and he always reached those deep pleasure spots inside my womanhood that made me moan his name.
It shouldn’t have felt so loving, the way he moved inside me, but it did. I felt loved in his arms as he kissed me, marked my body with his touches. Everything was heightened since I had reached my climax once already, and it was a high to be so close again, this time with what I really wanted.
I pulled his face to mine, kissing him deeply, desperately. Words on the tip of my tongue I dare not say, but I put the feeling into the way I delved my tongue into his mouth, in how I nibbled and sucked on his lip. I hoped he could feel it, too, in how I clung so readily to him, wishing that we could spend the rest of our lives like this, our bodies entwined together.
When we came, it was together. My body arched into his, and he pressed fully into mine. His seed and my satisfaction mixed together, a sweet medley between my thighs that ran out when he slipped from inside me. We lay there together, wrapped in each other. I pressed my lips to his shoulder, nibbling on his skin as I breathed heavily. Perhaps it was greedy of me, but I wanted him again, and again. I hadn’t had nearly enough to be satisfied with him.
Nero had similar ideas, it seemed. His hand trailed between my legs, prying my thighs open. His fingers ran through the evidence of our completion, easily sliding in and out of my sex. He had grown soft, though that didn’t deter me from taking him in my hand, stroking him as he slid in and out of me. With a moan and a hungry growl, he rolled so that he could press me to the bed, kissing me in full once more.
We didn’t sleep anytime soon that night. I wished that it could have stayed that way.
The next day, we began preparations. I had never spent much time at Ray’s, aside from the occasional time that Nero would insist we had drinks there. No one bothered us. I think it was because Nero knew that I didn’t feel comfortable in the beginning. Now though, I didn’t mind being there. Ironically, it felt safe, like it was where I needed to be.
Nero had Ray’s closed, the only people there were of his own crew. The lot was filled with their bikes, and the inside of the bar was filled with them. His right-hand man, Adrien, was organizing everything.
“Make sure families are doubled up so there’s no surprises in case they decide to target innocents. We’ll go on patrols to watch the roads and make sure everything is clear. Fabian, you’re riding with me and Nero. And you.” Adrien looked over at me, smiling even with the seriousness. “Nero said you’re going to ride with him.”
I looked over to Nero in surprise. “I’m going with you?”
“I spoke to Alec earlier. I told him you had informed me that he wanted to meet, and that I would be interested in talking. He seemed to be pleased with that. We set it up on neutral ground, he wants you there – no doubt to be there for the big reveal of betraying me.” He rolled his eyes. “Either way, he wanted you there. You’ll be on my bike with me.”
Though I was terrified, I accepted this. Of course I would need to be present; it was the only way to make this look authentic. I didn’t know what more would need to be done on my part, but those questions were soon answered.
The plan was this. We would ride out, as planned. I would go along with whatever Alec said, and go to his side, as if it were true that I was turning coat from Nero. I didn’t know how good of an actress I would be, but I only needed enough time and to be close enough to distract Alec so that Nero could shoot him. The thought of being a part of a murder should have terrified me, but in a way I found relief. This whole ordeal would be over soon. My father would be released, I would never have to deal with the Lorenzo’s again. The only thing that I worried about was the fact that with the Lorenzo leader gone, what would bind myself to Nero?
Only time would tell.
I clung to Nero from the back of his bike. We zipped along the backroads, heading to the warehouse that would serve as neutral ground for Nero and Alec’s meeting. I had never been on the back of a bike before, and perhaps in another setting, it would have been thrilling or even exciting. Rather, I kept my eyes closed, pressing my face into Nero’s back as we rode. Honestly, I just wanted all of this to be over. My stomach was in knots.
When we got the warehouse, the Lorenzo’s were already there. They had three cars parked out front, with Alec and his small party standing out and waiting for us. He gave me a deep smile as we stood across from each other. There was a silence, before Alec spoke.
“Elizabeth, darling. So good to see you again. Come here.”
I swallowed. There was the urge to look back at Nero, for confirmation. But that would just make Alec suspicious. I did as told, walking forward.
“What are you doing?” Nero asked behind me, bluffing apprehension.
“You can’t have possibly thought after everything that you made her go through, that she would actually remain on your side now, would you? That you would mean more to her than her father? Come on now, boy. I know you’re not that dumb.”
I hated the way that he spoke to Nero. Down to him, like a child. I said nothing though, and tried to keep my anger off my face as I came to stand beside Alec. His arm came across my shoulder, pulling me close to his body.
“What’s this about?” Nero asked. He eyed between Alec and I, a narrowed look at Alec’s arm over me before settling his glare on Alec.
“A set-up,” Alec said. “A ruse. Your girl was in it with me, to save her stupid gambling father and to give me what I wanted. Your life in exchange for freedom. I just needed a meeting with you; we’ve avoided this face-to-face for so long, but now I’ve got you across from me. You have to know that this will end in a fight.”
Nero smirked.
“Do I?”
Suddenly, the two men with Alec pulled out guns. Instead of pulling them on Nero, however, they pointed them to where Alec and I stood. My eyes widened; had this been a part of the plan, too? I didn’t have time to think about it fully before Alec jerked me in front of him, his own gun out, and pressed to my temple.
“You lying little bitch,” he said, though he was oddly not angry; he sounded amused. “No matter. You’re not going to proceed if her life is in danger, are you? I doubt it. Put them down or her life is my retribution and I will have it one way or another today.”
It all happened so fast. One moment, the gun was at my head, my life flashing before my eyes. The next, one of the men beside us had knocked Alec to the side. The sound of a gun went off, and then another. I fell to the ground, covering my head. I didn’t know if I’d been shot. I didn’t know if Alec had been shot. I felt numb, aside from the heavy pounding in my ears that made my head feel like it was going to explode.
I had never felt a fear like that. The gripping kind that had me thinking that maybe today was my last on earth. There was shouting all around, and I thought that I had heard someone call my name. I couldn’t raise my head though – wouldn’t – too afraid to face whatever was waiting for me. I didn’t even notice the tears flowing down my face until I felt them drip down along my chin, and when I did they came out like a waterfall, wetting everything in their path.
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