“Silly Mama,” I say shaking my head. Rosie giggles and I swing her hand, pretending everything is fine.
We get to Jenny who opens the door on the first ring and has a bright smile on her face. She always greets me like that and she’s also the kind of person who can tell when there’s something wrong.
We met in a playgroup a few months back when she took some other kids she takes care of to play.
“Hey, you okay?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a run in with that guy again,” I answer. She knows who I mean.
She bites the inside of her lip. “God, Lilly maybe you should speak to the police.”
If I know anything, it’s that you never call cops unless if you absolutely have to. You most certainly don’t involve them with guys like Brent. The repercussions of speaking to cops would not be good for me at all.
“No… I’ll be fine. I pray I move soon.”
“Yes. I think I’ll pray with you too,” Jenny smiles. “How is the job going?”
“Really good thanks.” I haven’t dared to tell her what it is I’m truly doing. There’s no way I’d even mention the Dark Odyssey.
Jenny is a woman who goes to church every Sunday and I don’t think she even swears or drinks. She wouldn’t just think I was a whore if she knew what I was doing, she’d think I was a bad mother.
I told her I worked at a theater. I never mentioned being part of the performance because then she’d want to see me.
“Perfect. Keep the faith Lilly. You got this and I’ll take great care of Rosie.”
“Thank you. I think it will be just like last night,” I answer, and a shiver runs down my spine.
Although I finished earlier than I thought I would last night, it would have been too late to pick Rosie up, so I allowed her to sleep over and pick her up this morning. It will be the same thing every time I work.
“That’s no problem,” Jenny assures me. she takes my baby and picks her up.
I give Rosie a kiss goodbye and leave, crossing my fingers and my toes that I can get through this.
My body is willing, but my spirit is the part that’s dying slowly. There’s so much wrong with my life that it feels like fixing a broken vase.
Every time I patch one part up, I look around and see there’s still more to fix.
There’s always one more thing.
Chapter Six
Christian
“We found the truck abandoned by the river. That’s all though. We got nothing else,” Kirk says, and I frown. “I’m still looking around Boss.”
Fuck.
I punch the steering wheel, jerking my car, and gaze out to the Chicago skyline. It’s night again and I got nothing. After hours of digging through shit I’m no better than I was this morning. Now Kirk is telling me the same shit. The truck doesn’t tell us anything. Kudos to us for finding it but I’m guessing that if was supposed to truly help us we wouldn’t have found it at all.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do now. I wanted a lead to work with. Having nothing leaves me suspended in the air not knowing where to turn, and another day wasted.
I’ve just parked up at the club to check on things, but it looks like I’m gonna have to go back out on the streets later.
“Keep looking,” I tell him. Kirk is one of our enforcers, but he works with me. He has for years because he knows how I work. Together we’re normally able to come up with something. No matter how small it is.
“I will,” he promises.
“There must be something we’re missing,”
“Yeah. I think so too. We’re gonna circle back over the places we checked. Falcone must have bought silence for a high price. That’s the only thing I’m thinking,” he says making a good point we have to bear in mind.
“I’ll join you later.” If I have to search for Falcone all night, I’ll do it. Losing sleep is a small price to pay in comparison to the bigger picture.
Earlier I ignored my father’s calls. He’ll be pissed at me for that and he’ll know I ignored him on purpose. I just want to have something, some sort of lead, before I speak to him. Something that shows I’m trying to fix what happened and not fucking around like the mindless playboy he thinks I am.
“Alright, see you later.”
Kirk hangs up and I get out of the car.
This is bull shit I need to fix fast. Time is getting away from me. Even if I had some idea of what Falcone had planned for the guns it would help. Jonny didn’t know shit. That wasn’t surprising since I doubt Falcone would have shared his planed with my warehouse staff.
I head up the steps to the club and look for Louise. I’m gonna have to get her to watch the place tonight and tighten up security. I don’t like leaving the girls working too late when none of us are here. As sophisticated as the club is, it can attract all sorts of dumb fucks and unsavory characters.
It’s fun being the last bachelor and having all the attention. But the shit side to that is the fact that because the other guys now have families, it’s just me who’s here most of the time. The club is open every night and it used to be that there’d be one of us in charge each night, but most nights would see all of us here.
It was mainly Georgiou who’d be absent because of his work at Giordanos Inc. He’s the only one that’s married without children, but I know him and Evie are planning to have kids soon. She was eighteen when they got married and he was thirty, same age as his best friend Henry who he shares her with. I guess they wanted their threesome of fun before having kids.
I head to Louise office then I hear music that doesn’t quite fit in to what I’m used to, and I realize the angel is dancing.
Lilly.
I should congratulate myself for going the whole day without thinking of her. Now that I have the image of her naked body present in my mind, my damn cock hardens at the memory of her and the way she tasted.
I paid five grand. That was definitely an expensive meal but worth every penny to have the taste of her in my mouth. What can I say? I’m a sick bastard that way. Paying for the taste of pussy. The taste of arousal. At least I can admit it.
The music holds me the same way it does with everyone else and I find myself moving over to the balcony to watch. I see her and I know I’m as enchanted as every motherfucker is here who’s watching her.
I thought I was imagining things last night when the place went silent, but I wasn’t. It’s happening again. People were watching. The sinners who frequent my club have stopped what they were doing to look at the angel floating in the ball.
Dressed in white again, Lilly looks like a real angel. Literally like she’s been loaned to us from heaven. The sheer white see-through strapless gown flirts with her body, caressing her the way I want to. Long white blond hair flows out as she moves, dancing on her toes.
Through the smoke and lights that focus on her I can see her perfect body. The pink tips of her nipples pressing against the fabric and the smooth skin running down to her mound. She’s naked because that’s what I wanted. Tatiana did everything I asked for, except she exceeded my expectations and got Lily. a real angel.
The woman undoubtedly has a body of perfection and I’m almost enraged at myself for allowing others to see her in this barely there dress that’s showing off her finest assets. Those breasts, that ass and those hips.