Chapter 14
I’m a bad man, a dangerous man. I know this, and most who know me know this. I’m a private man as well; I try to keep my life confidential. Though it’s hard with a pixie floating around in my life. Bexley is beautiful, there’s no denying it, it’s one of the reasons I picked her. I knew I could fuck her day in and day out and not get sick of seeing her face. She’s most men’s wet dream, I know this ‘cause she was mine. Then I had her, and my wet dream became a reality.
The day before I met her, I’d just fucked a whore. Yes, a fucking whore. Not the ones you have to pay for, just someone that spreads their legs hoping to get into your back pocket. My father used to say there were three different types of women in the world. The shy girls, who lay still in the sack and just let you fuck them. Then there are the average girls, who aren’t quiet, but aren’t loud either. Then there are the whores, the loud ones that think they know what they want, and should get what they want. My father told me to always try for a girl who’s above average, that way I could have a whore in bed and a maintained girl on the outside.
I think Bexley is that girl. She’s good, maybe too good for me, but I’m a selfish bastard and don’t want to let her go. I don’t need her, but a part of me wants her. I think she loves me, actually I’ve heard her say it when we’re asleep, even out loud. I don’t deserve her, I know it. But I won’t let her escape, she fills all my needs and I don’t have to go to anyone else. No one screams for me like she does; no one claws at my ass like she does.
She isn’t nosey either and she knows not to ask questions about my work. Or ask when I’ll be home. She’s just there when I need her, needing her body. She’s every guy's dream.
I watch as she walks from my office with a sway in her hips. I try to contain myself and not get up and bend her over my desk taking her from behind. I want to, but I can’t. I have a meeting soon, one that can’t be interrupted. She closes the door on her way out, not looking back. She’s trained well, and I sometimes wonder why she doesn’t question me. Why she is the way she is, but I never ask. I prefer to be blind to it all and stay in my bubble where she’s concerned. It’s easier that way.
A knock sounds on my door and Cora pops her head in. “Dunker is here,” she says. I nod my head and watch as the Vice President of the HHard Knox MC walks in. He’s a massive man, about the same size as me, except he’s covered in ink from head to toe. I don’t think there’s a part of him that the end of a needle hasn’t met. His hair is cut short, and you can just make out that it’s been dyed blond. He nods his head and sits in the chair in front of my desk and kicks his boots up on to it. I like Dunker; he is a businessman, one that doesn’t fuck me around.
“Remove your boots, Dunk,” I tell him facing the computer screen. He does so and huffs then runs his hands through his buzz cut. I look up to him letting him know he can talk and he does.
“I need my next shipment early, Zeke,” he says in a stern voice.
“I told you, it would be ready in two weeks,” I reply, getting angry because he expects it sooner.
“I know, but it’s in demand. And it’s in high demand,” he huffs out at me.
“Tell your people to fucking wait. When I give you a date, it stays that date. I don’t change it for no one.”
“Fuck,” he says grabbing his chin pulling at his small beard, which is also blond.
“I don’t fuck around, Dunk, I give you a date and I always deliver. Don’t piss me off, you won’t like it,” I tell him sitting back in my chair picking up the now stone-cold coffee Bexley brought in earlier.
“You mean like one of the men that tried to sell under your nose and then you killed him?” he asks, laughing while sitting back in his chair.
“They know not to mess with my business because it will get them killed,” I say simply.
“Yeah, well, that’s why I’m here, no one can get me what I want. I was hoping for some leeway as I’m one of your long-time friends,” he says.
“You’re deluded if you think we’re friends; I don’t have them.”
“Why not? You’re such an approachable kind of fella?” he says laughing, making fun of me.
“You will wait until it’s ready. I won’t rush my people ‘cause your druggies want protection from someone they’ve probably screwed over,” I say, knowing he wants my guns. A vast shipment of them, which is due in two weeks. I’m the only person to supply such enormous shipments, if anyone else tries to do so, I’ll have them killed. The east coast is mine, and mine alone.
“You attending Yossi’s tonight?” he asks as he stands and prepares to leave. I nod my head and turn back to my computer, dismissing him. Yossi’s is a bar, well, a nightclub. I go there to talk business. Most of my big clients present there when they like to talk their business over.
It’s late by the time I finish up in the office. Cora has left for the day and Bexley hasn’t come back. Which I’m relieved ‘cause I see the way she looks at me when I go out late at night. She doesn’t say anything, but I know she wants to.
It’s packed when I arrive and enter the club, a few girls notice me and try to accidently brush themselves against me. The whores.
I spot Quinton in one of the private booths and make my way over to him. He’s the man in charge of the drug side of my business. Most don’t realize it’s mine as well. And I prefer to keep it that way.
As I reach him, he hands me a scotch and I sit down, he turns back to watching out onto the dance floor. I notice him and all his friends are smiling and pointing at someone. I follow their gaze and see two girls shaking their hips in tiny dresses. I appreciate their bodies as I watch as well. Quinton notices and nudges me.
“I will be in one of them, or maybe both by the end of the night,” he says to me. He’s probably right, he’s an attractive man and women never say no to him. He’s tall, probably taller than my six-foot-three and is a fitness junky.
He stands and winks at me as he makes his way over to the two women. I turn my head away and refill my drink. When I look back up, he’s between the women, his hands on both their hips working his charm. Silly fucking women, if only they knew how fucked he was they wouldn’t go near him. He turns to me and nods, guiding the two girls to where we’re seated and sits down with them. Nodding to the brunette to come to me, she climbs on my lap and sits across it. I look her up and down and appreciate her looks though she isn’t making my cock hard. So for that reason I remove her to the empty seat next to me. Just when I look up, I notice eyes on me. They are deep and hurt. Bexley is standing near the bar with her friend watching me.
I don’t go to her and try to tell that it was nothing because there’s no need for that. She notices that I don’t move and swings her head around when Ember speaks to her and takes the drink from her hand. One thing I like about Bexley is that she doesn’t drink much, always in moderation. She never lets her ambitions go, and just let’s loose. She’s too reserved for that.
She chugs the first drink, and Ember gives her two more. Ember smiles wide at her and hands her a mixed spirit and that’s all I need to see. I turn my head back and look at Quinton to see him sucking face with both girls now. I don’t plan to stay long, but just as I think it’s time to leave I see Bexley on the dance floor.