Two
Jerick
Watching the lass looking nervous is quite amusing. Her stare penetrates through me, but I don’t mind it. Saving her from that fecker may be me lucky day. She’s a vixen, and I can’t keep me eyes off of her. I watch as she makes her way through the apartment to fetch us some drinks.
Her hands shake as she reaches into the fridge and I move towards her. My hands touch her skin, and I feel me dick in me jeans twitch. He wants the lass just like I do. Her body tenses at first and I run me hands down her arms. Reaching into the fridge, I grab the two water bottles she was reaching fer and pull them out.
She doesn’t move, her body is as still as a statue, and I have to guess it’s because of me. Maybe she doesn’t know what to do with a man in her space. Me hands go to her hips, and I move her out of the way gently. She leans against the counter and watches me. I reach into her freezer and pull out a bag of peas. Collecting everything, I reach out grabbing her hand, leading her to the couch.
I watch the way her eyes follow me every move. I open a bottle of water fer her and hand it to her before grabbing her legs and pulling them into me lap. Her eyes meet mine, and she looks somewhat frightened. I roll her pant legs up to see her knees. Me eyes scan over her skin, and I feel me body react. I don’t know what it is about this lass that has me all messed up in the head. She isn’t one of our kind. She wouldn’t want a man like me.
I’m no good fer her and me intention fer coming here was anything but pure. I wanted to know where she lived so I could continue to watch over her. I don’t know why, but I feel like I should protect her. That fecker that attacked her will be back to finish the job, I’m sure of it.
When I leaned into him with the barrel of me gun pressed into his skull, I told him not to feck with what was mine. The Brannigan’s didn’t go easy on someone who messed with their own. The fecker will soon learn all there is to know about me.
Her knees are scraped, and her jaw is starting to swell. Reaching forward, I grab her chin in me hand and turn her head to the side to get a better look at it. The angry red welt is enormous and taking over half her jaw. I gently run me fingers along her jaw, and her eyes flash in pain. She doesn’t say a word, but I can tell she isn’t really sure what to expect from me.
One thing I’ve learned since moving to the states from me home in Belfast, Ireland is that language is a barrier, and the women around here seem to eat up me accent. I get laid all the time, and I’m not looking to change that, even fer a dark-haired beauty like the woman in front of me.
Me hand cups her cheek and she leans into me touch. Taking the bag of peas, I lean forward and wrap the pack in the paper towels I brought from the kitchen. Pressing the bag to her face, I watch her eyes darken slightly. She’s somewhat turned on by me. I can feel her body heat as mine gets closer to hers. As I close the distance between us, me phone starts to ring from me coat pocket.
Closing me eyes, I take a deep breath before handing her the bag of peas and reach fer me coat that is still on her body. Pulling out me phone, I see it’s me Da. Hitting the answer button, I put it to me ear. “Aye.”
“Where the feck are ye? We have business to discuss, boyo. Get yer arse here now.”
Me Da sounds stressed, and I can only imagine why. When we moved from Belfast, we didn’t bring much more than the duds on our backs and some cash. We’ve created our business from the ground up. When shit goes sideways, he always pulls me in from the streets to deal with the problems.
I’m the muscle. I deal with the kills and the threats. I keep our family safe and our competition out of the picture.
“Aye. I’ll be on me way in a few minutes Da,” I finally respond.
As much as I don’t want to leave the lass, I have work to do. I was on me way to deal with a buyer before I saw what the fecker was doing to her.
“Ye finish with the buyer?” He asks, his thick accent billowing through the phone.
“Ní hea it’s not.” Me reply is simple without telling him I haven’t actually made it to the buyer yet.
“Get it done and get yer arse here now!” He bellows through the line.
“Aye,” I reply before hanging up.
I don’t need me Da telling me how to run me side of the business. I know how to deal with these feckers.
Turning me attention back to the lass in front of me, I watch her fer a second. Her dark hair is falling into her face, and her icy blue eyes are penetrating into me.
“Ye need anything I want ye to give me a ring, aye?”
At first, she doesn’t say anything, but after a few moments, she nods her head in agreement.
“Where is yer phone?” I ask, looking around the room.
I come up empty, and when me eyes land on her again, I see the blush creeping up her long, slender neck. Me eyes stop on her throat, and I can imagine running me mouth along it.
“I don’t have one.”
Her voice isn’t very strong, and I have a feeling that I make her nervous still. Hell, I make a lot of people nervous. Putting her legs down on the couch, I get up and go in search of a pen and a piece of paper. I need to be able to get a hold of her. I won’t let her go unprotected while that fecker is still walking free.
Writing me number down on a piece of paper, I bring it back over to her and hand it to her.
“Ye get into any trouble, I want ye to call that number.”
Her eyes fall onto the paper in her hand, and I can see the look she gives it. She isn’t going to use it.
“Stana, I want ye to promise me if something happens ye will call me.”
She goes to shake her head no, but I stop her. “The fecker may come back to finish the job. I won’t let him hurt ye.” Her eyes slightly widen, and she finally nods her head in agreement.
“Ye call if ye have any problems,” I say again.
“Yes, I will call if I have any problems.” Her voice is gentle, and it oddly washes over me. The light tone brings a smile to me face. She isn’t the same as the women I’ve had before. Her beauty calls to me, an innocence that I’ve never wanted. Before I can get too close to her again, I turn and start to walk towards the door.
“Jerick.” I close me eyes as her voice hits me. The way me name falls from her lips… shit. I don’t need this shit right now. Turning around, I see the look on her face, and I’m done fer. She slowly slides me jacket off her shoulders and unhurriedly starts to move towards me. Me jacket in her hands, she holds it out to me, and I leisurely grab it. Me other hand grabs her wrist, and I pull her to me.
Her slight gasp and slightly parted lips draw me in even further. Without thinking, I lean down and claim her lips. Slowly I force my tongue into her mouth, and her body melts against mine. I release her wrist, and me hand finds its way into her hair. Kissing her deeply, I hear the little sounds coming from her. She’s fecking perfect.
As if she realizes what we are doing, she pulls away and touches her fingers to her lush lips. Licking me lips, I watch her fer a second before I wink at her and turn back towards the door, pulling my black leather jacket back on. Before I close it, I look back at her and see the dazed look on her face. “Don’t forget to lock up after I leave, aye?”
“Okay.” She breathes. I close the door behind me and stand there waiting until I hear the lock click into place. I won’t take the chance that fecker is out here just waiting fer me to leave her.
Making me way back down the four flights of stairs, I push the heavy door open and step out into the crisp night sky. Looking up at the building, I burn the address into me brain. I will ensure that nothing else happens to the lass. I can’t stand the thought of it.
I start the trek towards the buyer's place and check me watch. Six-thirty on a Friday night. Maybe if I get this shit done soon, I can head to the club and still find a lass to shag.
After trekking down the eight city blocks to the buyer's store, I swing the shop door open and walk inside. “Fuck. What are you doing here?” The man behind the register asks. He’s frantically looking around the room like someone might come out at any moment.
“Yer payment is due,” I state gruffly. He pales and then goes to grab something from behind the counter.
“I can’t have you showing up at my shop. My wife is in the back, and she has no idea what I am involved with,” he whispers harshly like it’s going to change the way I do me business.
“Don’t care. I do pick ups as I see fit. Yer wife isn’t me problem.” He frowns but hands me the envelope. I open it and flip through the bills. “Yer short.” I grit out, shooting him a look.
“I can’t give anymore.” He pauses and looks towards the sound of footsteps. “She will find out, and it will ruin everything we’ve worked for.”
“Yer problem isn’t mine. Rest of the money or yer wife is gonna be the least of yer problems.” I watch as he starts to pull another envelope out and the footsteps get louder. He tosses the envelope at me, and the woman comes out from around the wall.
“Sweetheart, have you seen the…” Her eyes land on me and she pauses. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize there was a customer.” I nod me head at the woman, and she blushes.
“I was just leaving.” I look back over at the store owner, and he almost seems thankful I didn’t say anything. Next time he won’t be so lucky if he tries to stiff me half me money.
“Have a wonderful night,” she says cheerily. The woman has no idea what her husband is doing behind her back. I shake me head but don’t say anything. It isn’t me place to rat out lying husbands. I make me way through the door and back out into the street. Me Da is going to want the money and me back at the club before long, so I start to make me way down in that direction. He was already pissed so I won’t keep him waiting much longer.
We own a high-end strip club that caters to some of the most prominent mafia members in the area. We aren’t exactly mixed up in their world, but we do make lots of money off of them. They spend their money freely and who are we to say no. By the time I get to the club, it’s about twenty degrees colder and starting to rain. Just me fecking luck.
Ducking inside, I make me way towards the back room and to me Da’s office. Opening the door, I see me Da with a lass between his thighs. Her blonde head bobbing up and down on his dick. I take the envelopes out and toss them on his desk and turn to walk out, but he stops me.
“Jerick, I need ye to collect from the Devin’s on fifth.” I wave him off and turn towards the door. I don’t stop the next time he calls out me name. I have plans to find a lass to shag, and I won’t let him ruin that fer me.