Carson Hale had been having the worst life possible before he met up with the woman who made him think there was a chance his luck was turning toward the better. His one idea to see her father had come out of the blue when he couldn’t think of anything else to do. It was a ballsy move if he said so himself. He sat and thought about how he could’ve made it work out better.
It had taken some time and a lot of money and persuasion to get even the phone number of a guy who knew someone who could get him an audience that high in the Picerno Family. Then after all the cat and mouse chase he’d been ushered in like he was, well if not royalty, not the enemy. There was a chance that this could have all been a set up and they had a pair of cement shoes that they were going to fit him with when he entered the door, but he needed information, and he was going to get it. If it came down to it being something else, he’d have to deal with that when the time came.
It was only Angelo Picerno and himself in a large room that looked like it had gold lining the walls and mirrors for ceilings. He could see where his Kelli’s taste in design came from. He told his story from the top. How he’d met his daughter and that she meant so much to him that he’d not done the job he was sent to do but worked with Argo to get to the bottom of the problem. He also told him how his crew had sent someone else to do the job it was taking him too long to do, followed him by the GPS they’d placed to track him on his bike, and killed Argo when they were going to exchange a bracelet so he could show the father Kelli was alive and well.
He sometimes remembered what happened next like it was on a loop in his mind.
***
The man had power, and he knew it. He sat staring at him like he was less than a man, and for that Carson wouldn’t bend. It had been said that Angelo Picerno could bring tears to a grown man’s eyes, but Carson had the fear knocked out of him long ago and would show none now.
“Are you Italian?” Angelo asked as he looked Carson up and down.
“No. I’m not.” Carson didn’t mind a bit of a stare down with the man who held the key to him seeing Kelli. They both knew he wasn’t Italian so there must have been a reason for that question.
“Kelli’s mother and I have always wanted to see her settle down with a good Italian boy. Someone we know… who works with me. It’s clear to me that you aren’t any of those things.” Her father was good at letting his desires be known, but the decision was ultimately up to Kelli.
“So you’re saying that you wanted your daughter to marry someone from your organization? That may make him Italian, but he would be no better than me… or you for that matter.”
Angelo sat up in his chair and glared at Carson. It was good that the man could hear an insult when it was distributed. Carson just hoped the man could see that he could match wits with the best of them because he was definitely outnumbered.
“We buried my right hand man and Kelli’s cousin last week, and here you stand wanting more from me and my family?” The man was having a hard time keeping his cool, and that was understandable; Carson just hoped that he could keep it together enough to really hear what he was saying.
The man wanted a fight, and Carson could understand him being angry. A good fight always worked some of the tension out, but the man had to know this wasn’t his fight.
“Sir, I understand that you’re upset, but I was trying hard to work out another alternative for this situation.”
“I’m aware of all you tried to do, boy, but it didn’t work, and the result is the same as if you just walked in and killed Argo. You think you’re forgiven? You turned my daughter against me and took Argo… I should have your balls cut off as we speak.” Angelo looked away like he couldn’t stand the sight of him any longer.
Carson knew that there was a possibility that he’d never see the light of day again. He’d come to terms with that as he was frisked by the door by a man who had more visible guns on his person than a regular gun closet would hold.
“With all respect, I didn’t mean to come in here and upset you. I only want to talk to your daughter for a few minutes and give her back her bracelet. I’ve gone by her house and her store, and both seemed to be closed down. I really didn’t want to come here, but I had no choice.”
“We all have choices to make. Sometimes you make the right ones… and other times you don’t.” Angelo still didn’t look his way, but he took in a deep breath and let it out with a loud sigh. “She’s getting married within the month to someone more suitable than you. Keep the trinket. Her new husband will get her another one.”
Carson had been dismissed. He’d known about that possibility as well, but he had to try.
“In case you didn’t realize, that was me telling you to fuck off,” Angelo said as he stood by his chair.
Carson wouldn’t ever let a man like that see how much something he said or the fact that he was withholding his daughter hurt because once you showed your belly to the enemy, you should just hand over the knife to gut you as well. Carson backed toward the door noticing that it was now opened and three armed men surrounded it.
“What do you want us to do with him, boss?” asked the man with the thick neck and gun drawn already. These men were blood thirsty; it must have been a slow week or maybe they were just wanting to get some revenge on the guy who was sent there to kill Argo.
“Just get him the fuck out of here and onto his dirty little bike…” Angelo looked Carson up and down like he was trying to come to grips with something, and the room was filled with silence that was pregnant with anticipation. “…and let him go. Unharmed.”
The man with the gun drawn had a smile on his face that made Carson wonder if this was the guy who was going to get the unreleased wrath that was bubbling under the surface. Carson would be happy with a good fight.
“Hey!” barked Angelo, “Unharmed, untouched, unpunched. Walk him out and leave him out there without a scratch… you hear me?”
“Yes, boss,” said the guy who looked hungry to fight.
Carson should have been happy that he’d live to see another day but he was a bit perturbed that one, Kelli may be getting married, two, he wasn’t any closer to seeing her than he was before he decided on this dumbass idea, and three he really wanted to fuck one of these losers up. They were all bad asses when they had a gun, but Carson was born and raised in the street. Fighting was a way of life, and he loved to use his skills, especially when he had so much rage and nowhere for it to go. He walked out the door, but he turned around to see a weird look on the man’s face. It wasn’t like he had time to figure it out before hungry guy told him to move. He walked out of the establishment thinking about his next move.
***
His cell phone vibrated, and he frowned at it. Who would be texting him at this time of night? He’d kept the throw away phone in case Kelli wanted to call him, but it had been about 3 weeks since he’d visited Angelo and a month since he’d seen Kelli, so getting something from her now on a random Thursday seemed unlikely. It was probably the company telling him that his minutes were up or he had to renew something. Rolling over in bed, he picked up the cell and saw that he indeed had a text.
889-555-4256 - You are a low down dirty asshole. I wish I’d never met you. Not only did you kill my cousin, but you stole from me. Was anything that you said to me true? There is no honor among thieves. My Papa told me that, but I believed in you more. I just wanted to take a minute to tell you that you suck and karma is a bitch. I hope all the bitches you’re fucking give you all kinds of STD’s. Fuck you.
He sold drugs for a while in the beginning of his time here at the club and he could never understand how these people craved and hungered for something so desperately. Unfortunately, now he knew. Carson hungered for Kelli like a drug addict. That had to be the case when this nasty text calling him names and wishing diseases on him made him happier than a druggie that scored a free duffle bag full dope. The fact that she was mad and thinking about other women pissed her off even more gave him hope. Wow. What a sick fuck he was.
He looked at the text over and over again, even sitting up in bed to make sure that he was awake. There were so many things that he’d wanted to address with her, like the fact that he’d been holding her bracelet the whole time because he wanted to return it to her personally. It was like Kelli just fell off the face of the earth, and after he talked to her dad, he still couldn’t find hide nor hair of her. Her house still wasn’t lived in, and her shop was still closed down. Maybe the father was telling the truth about the wedding too.
Carson - Did you finalized the plans for your wedding?
Kelli - What wedding? Don’t think I don’t know how this whole change the subject thing goes. That is my number one tactic. Try again dick face.
Carson – I’m going to call you. Pick up.
Kelli – You’d better not call me. I’ll ask the questions. You just want to get me all wound up but that magic cock you’ve been spreading all over town won’t work for me.
Carson wondered what she’d heard about him and he also wondered what made her text him today.
Carson – I understand that you’re upset, but you didn’t hear me out about Argo. I didn’t kill him.
Carson sat there like a junkie watching his phone and waiting for the next text, but it never came. Hours passed, and he held on to the phone like he was an idiot. What if something were wrong with her, and he didn’t check. He wasn’t going to call because she asked him not to, but it was hard just sitting here. Placing the phone back down, he tried to get comfortable on the bed.
“Fuck that,” he said to the empty room. If he wanted to see what was going on he was going to have to return to her town. Beast was setting up shop so they could do business in the urban area where Kelli lived. Apparently it had a lot of untapped resources that the guys had found while doing intel for the job he didn’t quite finish. He picked up his other cell, the one he used regularly, and called Beast.
Of course, the man didn’t say anything when he called as was the way of the Satan’s Ravens, you let the caller make the first move.
“Beast?” Carson said with impatience. The man was going to make him go off and then he’d look like the lunatic he felt like. There was a reason he tried to keep himself calm, cool, and collected. When you were out of control, you didn’t think well, and you sounded irrational. That wasn’t what he wanted. Taking a deep breath, he tried to settle himself before he sounded crazy.
“Dude, what the fuck are you calling me so early in the morning for? It’s…” There was a short pause while Beast checked the time. “4 o’clock in the morning.”
“Yeah, I know, sorry about that. Look I want to be part of the new group going to Leesville.” Carson knew that it really wasn’t a good time to ask this since part of the calm, cool, and collected is acting rationally. Calling at this time in the morning with a question that could have waited until morning wasn’t a good way to come across.
“You woke me up at this time of night to tell me some shit like this? Why couldn’t this wait until the morning?” Beast grumped.
“It is morning.” Carson knew he was being a smart ass, but it was the first time in the last few weeks that he’d even felt like making a joke, so he was damn well going to make one.
“That’s where the princess lives… that’s why you want to go there, right?” Beast was waking up, and Carson could tell that he was going to be dishing up his own kind of justice since he’d been disturbed.
“Don’t call her that… and yes she lives there.”
“I don’t know if I want you going with us. Her father Angelo is a hard ass, and we’re going to be in his spot. I know he doesn’t know us well, but with you with us, we may not even get a running start.”
“If you don’t want me to come with you I understand that, but I will be going. I don’t have a problem leaving the crew and going out there solo.” Carson didn’t want to give ultimatums, but this was a fact. He didn’t want Beast to think he was just going to leave him behind without telling him that he would still be there, but just not under the Satan’s Ravens’ jurisdiction.
“Sounds serious. Let me get back to you.” The phone hung up, and Carson wondered if he would even remember this conversation when he woke up at his regular time.
Carson was just sitting there, waiting. It had been a few hours, and he decided to take a shower. That would pass some time and maybe chill him out.
He’d thought about turning the water to cold, but decided there was no need to add more misery to the piles that he’d been accumulating for what seemed like forever.
The warm water hit him and felt like tiny fingers all over his body. He didn’t know if it was the text that he’d gotten from Kelli or what, but his cock was harder than it had been in a while. What started off as him wanting to relax had moved on to something else.
After squeezing some liquid soap into his hand he grabbed his cock and pumped quickly. He wasn’t one for masturbation as he liked to get pleasure from a pussy, mouth, or someone else’s hand, but he’d not been in the mood to get anything from anyone else. It wasn’t like the ladies hadn’t tried, but he just wasn’t interested. His cock was interested now, and fuck did it feel like heaven.
He dipped to tug on his nuts a few times just to remind himself of Kelli and how she liked that little detour every once in a while. All he could hear was the water from the shower, but his imagination could conjure up Kelli’s sweet husky voice from memory. That she loved to suck his cock made how she worked him even better. She hummed and moaned so much when she took him between his lips like he was her very favorite flavor and damn if that didn’t make him come even harder.
He liked to work his cock right under the head a few times between stroking his entire length it held him off a bit and got his anticipation higher. Putting his head back against the wall of the shower he polished his knob until there was a froth of bubbles that he’d created with this friction. It had started with him using his hand to stroke his cock, but now it was more like him fucking his hand. His head was back, and it felt like every muscle in his body was bowed with tension. He wanted it to last almost as he wanted to explode all over his shower wall. Looking down at the frothy bubbles almost gave him a moment’s reprieve, but it was short lived. He was on a very short leash.
The slick bubbles had nothing on Kelli, but for the moment it was pretty good. His balls had drawn up so tight it was almost painful, but the release almost hit the opposite wall under the showerhead. “Kelli!” He yelled and his voice ricocheted against the walls filling his ears with her name as his balls emptied into the air. This orgasm didn’t feel like it was ever going to end, and by the time it did, he was feeling like he should have eaten more than he’d had that day. That woman made him crazy.
After such a powerful release, he decided that he should have taken a cool shower, but the wash up portion of the shower wasn’t going to take long anyway. Now that he was at least partially satiated, he was back to wondering if Kelli was going to respond to his last text or if he was going to have to find out where her father lived and risk losing his life.
Walking back to the bed, he picked up the phone to see if he had missed any text messages since he’d been in the shower, but he saw the blank screen telling him it was almost the time he normally got up. It was late enough or early enough to actually be sleepy, and with the edge taken off, he hoped that he’d be able to get a bit of sleep before going in to help count the money that had been made overnight with Satan’s Ravens’ other entrepreneurial ventures.
Climbing into bed, he could feel that something was brewing in his life. It had always happened when there was going to be a big change. He just hoped the change would be a good one.