Chapter 13
Anton
“He’s back again,” Kazier complains, walking up to me. His hands are in his pockets, and his face is solemn. “He can’t be following us, Anton. Sort this shit out or I’ll fucking sort it my way.” He turns his attention to Viktor as they start discussing business.
Walking to the window, I notice his black car, it’s the same one that he came here a few days ago. He’s following us. Why? I don’t really know. Kazier has the police in his pockets, not all, obviously, but definitely a reasonable amount and in high places. He’s also got some government officials as well. So for Jamie to be following us, makes me believe it’s for his own reasons, and I have a feeling I know what those reasons are. Grabbing my gun, I slide it in the back of my pants, pulling my shirt down to cover it and walk out.
“Don’t you fucking shoot him in the street,” Kazier tells me.
“You have no faith in me, and it hurts.” I feign hurt with my hand over my heart.
“No, no, I don’t. Don’t fucking kill him in the street, that’s all I’m saying.”
I’ve only done that a few times and definitely not a police officer. Or maybe I have, who knows, I can’t remember.
Walking out, his eyes are on me. He starts his car and straightens in his seat as I get closer. His window is up, but my knuckles tap on it, indicating for him to wind the window down. He waits a few seconds before he moves, then he opens the door stepping out, so he’s now in front of me.
“Anton Smirnov.” He says my name like it’s a disease and I don’t give two fucks. I can be a disease to him if that’s what he wants—a fast and efficient deterrent.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie … so you’re the cop who’s obsessed with my current fuck.”
His lip twitches and his hand goes to his gun. He doesn’t like my words, but he doesn’t do a thing about them either. I lean in closer to him.
“She tastes good… have you tasted her? Have you heard her purr? Because she has the sexiest purr known to woman-kind.”
His teeth are grinding as I stand back, watching his reaction.
“Don’t you talk about her like that!”
I laugh at him. “You don’t even know how to make her scream, do you?”
His teeth grind louder.
“It’s okay, you won’t ever know now. Once she tasted me, she never wants to leave.”
Jamie’s hand goes up, but he stops himself before he brings it close to me, then he turns opening his car door and slides back in. Standing there watching him with a smile on my face, my hands to my sides, he drives off flicking small pebbles in the air and skidding off down the street.
I head off back inside, not noticing Death waiting out front. Obviously, he’s only just arrived and he’s watching me carefully.
“Why’s he here?” Death nods his head to the car that Jamie just sped off in.
I shrug my shoulders. “Following me because I have his pussy.”
“He pursues her, and she’s scared of him,” he tells me, then walks up the stairs and into the house with me following him.
“How do you know?” I ask.
Death doesn’t stop, he walks over to the boys as he answers, “I was at her work when she kneed him in the cock.”
“What else are you not telling me?”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“You got your cock piercing still?” I ask him when we stop.
Viktor’s cleaning the guns as Kazier sorts through them. Viktor’s new house has a private room, hidden from the normal eye and covered by a bookcase. But if you know how to open it, a vast room opens up which is hidden from view. The room at the moment is full of guns, with some hanging on the wall like prized possessions.
“Yes,” is all he answers.
“Fuck! I want to have sex. You had sex yet?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. “Did you know we have to wait six weeks?” He ignores me. “Sam wants it, wants it bad.”
“Will you shut the fuck up about your cock, I’ve seen it enough this week to last me a good fucking year. Maybe fucking longer,” Viktor complains, putting a gun back on his wall after he cleans it.
“But it’s so pretty, and it makes me so very happy.”
“So does killing, but you don’t talk about that like it’s your cock,” Kazier chimes in.
“That’s because it freaks people out,” I complain back to him. “Well, except Death, it doesn’t freak him out.”
Death nods his head, staying where he is leaning back on the wall watching us.
“Elina offered Sam the job, and she took it,” Kazier says.
“Good.”
His eyebrow raises. “She’s at the grocery store right now,” Kazier says, chiming in again.
Nodding my head, I walk out of there and straight to the car to drive to the store which isn’t that far. I spot her straight away from outside—she’s walking around the fruit section. Sam’s hair is tossed back, and her hands touch everything. Getting out and walking, I stalk up behind her, and she doesn’t even notice as I follow her closely. Her smell invades all of me, and my cock starts becoming hard.
Who the fuck is this woman to me?
And why can’t she leave my head, but most of all why does my cock call to her?
“Will you purr, pretty kitty.”
Sam jumps on the spot and turns to face me, her soft lips—that are so fucking kissable—beg me to taste them.
“You’re not a stalker too, are you?” She throws her hands up in the air. “Just my fucking luck.” She sounds exhausted, I wonder if Jamie saw her today as well.
“Nope. I can be if you want me to, though I do have a job to do. Why, kitten, who’s stalking you?”
Sam shakes her head, walking to the register. “Why are you here?” she asks, ignoring my question. She grabs a few more things on her way to the register, and stops before she reaches it.
“You aren’t planning to do anything with that cucumber again, are you?”
I smirk, shaking my head. Sam watches me then turns back as the lady at the register greets her.
“Has the meth kicked in yet?” I half whisper slash shout into her ear, loud enough so the lady at the register hears me.
Sam shakes her head, but the lady now thinks she’s on meth, because she mutters some shit under her breath as she hands Sam the bags with disdain written all over her face, and what she said I’m sure wasn’t anything nice either.
“Stop that. You have to stop that.” She looks back, and I do too. The woman is watching us intently. I tip my head to her, her mouth opens in shock then shakes in disappointment.
“Stop looking at her, you're making it worse.” Sam grabs my arm, pulling me faster out of the store. “Honestly, I could hurt you right now. That was next-level embarrassing,” she says when we get outside. Sam starts walking extra fast to her car, and I follow her. My cock starts becoming hard around her. Fuck, how does she do it? She owns it. Sam bends over to place the stuff in the car then comes back to look at me. My hand is adjusting my cock, and her eyebrow raises.
“Seriously.”
I shrug, it’s my only and best excuse. “You took the job.”
She leans against the car, her dark hair up, her dark eyes on me.
“I did.”
“You don’t have to work at that strip club anymore.”
She wipes her hands on her legs. “Tonight I do. I can’t leave them in the lurch.”
“Do you want me there?”
Her eyes go wide. “You know I’ve worked there for years, right? I don’t need a protector now.”
“Jamie...” I say that one word and let it linger in the air.
Sam straightens her stance.
“He’s watching me,” I say.
“He’s watching me, too. But I’ll handle it.”
I step closer to her. “I can handle it. All you have to do is say the word…” my mouth near her ear, “… and I can make him disappear. Just purr, kitten.”
Sam stays still, our bodies so close, then she pulls, back shaking her head. “What would you do?”
“Do you really want to know?”
She nods, but her hand is gripping the car door handle tightly.
“I would capture him, maybe play with him a little to see why he likes to stalk beautiful kittens. Then I’d remove his tongue, followed by his eyes—”
“Stop, stop! I get the message.” She shakes her head. “You wouldn’t, would you?”
“You asked, I answered.”
“Is that what you do?”
“It’s some of what I do, and I’m damn good at it.”
“Would you do that to me?” she asks.
“Not unless it was commanded, no I wouldn’t.”
“Commanded?” she asks on a shaky breath.
“Kazier… if he tells us to do something… we don’t say no.”
“That’s fucked. You know that, right?”
“It is to you, and maybe to normal people. But we aren’t normal. We live in it, the bad, the dangerous. We grew up with it surrounding us. To us, it isn’t wrong. We’re taught to remove feelings… they don’t have a place in our life.” She doesn’t move or even blink, just stares at me. “Except the women, they are now the only weakness.”
“You think of your women as a weakness?”
“They are a weakness. And it’s a weakness we can least afford to have. Why give us a weakness, it’s only leverage for someone else to use against us.”
“You don’t believe in love?”
Looking around, we haven’t moved. We have stayed in the same place, her holding onto the car, me trying to work out how I can somehow touch her.
“Lust! Lust is what I believe in. Lust doesn’t equal crash. Love equals crash. I never want to crash.”
She shakes her head, pulling her door open.
“I have to go, Anton. Tell Kazier thank you.” She gets in, shutting the door behind her before I can utter another word.
What did I do?