shit out of her, and I wanted her desperately, I couldn’t forget the fact that she left. I showed her what it would be like if she stayed with me, but she left anyway. She didn’t call, didn’t write; so fuck it. I refuse to bow down to her because I was horny as fuck. Therefore, no matter how hard I was at the moment, I refused to take my horny ass over there to be reacquainted with her taste.
It’s about the principle or some shit, right?
A smile abruptly creased my face as the memory of her taste quickly flooded my mind.
Oh hell, principle my ass. I couldn’t wait to drink her dry!
I smiled in spite of myself.
I turned away from my temptation, about to go and claim what was mine, when I saw one of my “sometimes” walk towards me. Rigo, one of my men, looked at me for approval after the fucking fact. I don’t let people close to me, especially in public. You never know what someone was capable of, and I was too much of a target to be complacent. I knew none of my men would let anyone close to me without checking them first, and I knew if it was any other night, if she wasn’t here, I wouldn’t be pissed that he let this woman come over to me, so I let it go.
Once the “sometimes” got to my table, she leaned into me, reproach be damned, and put her tits on my arm. Of course, I welcomed the distraction. It allowed me to calm the hell down.
She said to me, “You’ve been sitting here by yourself for a while now.”
Now, of course, I didn’t remember her damn name, but hell what’s in a name, right? Besides, I could bet you my life she didn’t give a shit if I remembered her name or not.
I gave her the biggest smile that I could as I leaned into her a little. “And your reason for coming over here is?”
She smiled and leaned in closer to me. “I figured I’d come over and see if you wanted some company.”
I took that moment to look at what she had for me. Her tits were big and beautifully put on display for all to see. Very impressive. See, I’m an ass and tits man. I like my women to have both, with one woman being my only exception. Believe it or not, through surgical assistance, my “sometimes” met my requirements, and tonight had the potential to get interesting, if I wanted it to, but I didn’t.
Right before I sent this girl on her way, Hugo suddenly approached me from my left. As he moved closer to me, I noticed some Casper-looking fuck with his eyes on Raquel.
Yeah, that’s who she is; Raquel.
“Casper” was dressed in all black. His hair was slicked back looking like fucking Count Dracula. I watched as his eyes raked over her body - shit, my body - as if he wanted to drink her blood.
“Boss,” Hugo interjected. “Tiko just called. It seems your brother has gotten to Lester, and Lester has decided he wants to pick sides.”
I looked up at Hugo to make sure that I understood him correctly. Lester ran a part of the docks that we used to ship some of our merchandise that wasn’t so favorable in the law’s eyes.
“He’s taking sides?” I questioned. “What do you mean my brother has gotten to him?”
I knew that Hugo didn’t know, and when he shrugged, it only fueled me even more. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes. As I mentioned before, my temper and my attitude had been the story ever since I came home from Miami. Lucy and Worm hadn’t been the only victims of my wrath. I’d consistently taken out my frustration, anger and temper on everyone around me. I’d tried not to let this happen, but as I said before, I was being tested. As I looked back at Raquel, it was confirmed that shit was not going to end well for me.
I looked over at Darrell and pointed at Raquel.
“Go over there and tell Ms. Waters not to move from that fucking spot. I need to make a call to Tiko about some shit that’s going down with Lester. When I get back, her ass better be right where she is, understood?”
“Yes, boss.”
Darrell moved quickly to the other side of the bar just as