I hid behind the wall and listened. “I told you to intercept, not fucking put the man in the hospital.”
“I did what you asked. I didn’t think it would explode.”
“If you get fucking caught that’s on you!”
The guy stepped up to my father and pressed a finger to his chest. “If I go down, you go down with me. Don’t you forget that. We’re in this together right, Mayor.”
“You at least made sure the Royal Bastards were implicated?”
“I don’t know. That firefighter was there making sure things went smoothly. My guy kept mentioning the RBMC but it went on deaf ears.”
“Your men are useless! Now I have an investigation on my hands, because your man couldn’t do this quietly.”
“He did. Somebody called it in.”
“Did you at least get the product?”
“There was no product. Just crates of whiskey and vodka. Nothing illegal and besides, everything that was left went up in flames.”
“Fuuuuck!” My father kicked a crate toppling over boxes of liquor that smashed against the floor.
“Hey! That was our payment!”
“Clean it up. You don’t deserve getting paid for a half assed job.”
“We did this on your orders!”
“Yeah, and you need to answer for the shitshow you caused.”
“The Bloody Scorpions don’t answer to anyone,” the man seethed. “Let alone a crooked politician.”
“A politician who got you the fuck out of prison. You do as I saw when I say. You understand me.”
I gasped and pressed my hand over my mouth, praying that they hadn’t heard me.
“You answer to me!” My father’s shout echoed through the empty building. I flinched, scared. I’d never heard my father like that before. His booming voice was threatening, and angry.
I shouldn’t have followed him. I knew my father wasn’t one of the most honest of people- but to have dealings with the Bloody Scorpions.
What was he doing?
“You get me what I need. I know these fuckers are trafficking shit. They’re not as smart as they look. They will falter, and when they do, I’ll be right there to catch them.”
I ran out of the building and towards my apartment. This wasn’t true, it couldn’t be true. When I turned on the eleven o’clock news my whole world started to crumble. A truck had toppled over and then exploded off the Interstate. The driver had survived and was in the hospital.
I sat there in shock.
My father had just broken my heart. I always thought him a hardworking man. A man with scruples who wanted to help the people. But this, this was low even for him. And to try to blame those men...Saddle.
I reached for the phone again but hesitated.
Should I tell him?
What will happen to my father if he finds out?
Will he get hurt? Or worse?
I couldn’t call. Not yet. He needed to know but how could I betray my father. Suddenly, the phone started ringing and startled, I dropped the receiver.
I stared down at it as I heard his now familiar voice coming across. “Hello? Sugar, you there?”
With shaking hands, I pressed the phone to my ear. “I’m here.”
“You alright?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“What’s wrong?”
“I saw the news. The truck.”
“Yeah. But everything is alright.”
“I don’t know if everything is alright, Saddle. I don’t think it will ever be.”
There was silence on the other end and then I heard what sounded like heavy breathing, He was running. “I’m coming over.”
“No, don’t. People in town saw us. They’ll talk.”
“Let them say whatever the fuck they want. I’m not leaving you alone tonight. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
Hanging up the phone I moved into my bedroom and slowly undressed. I felt sad and numb from everything I witnessed. I moved under the hot water and let it run down my back, easing the tension in my muscles. I took my time, my thoughts on my father and what my mother would say if she found out.
I don’t know how long I was in there, but the doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the bathroom. I stared at the door for a long minute. He truly did come out to see me. Wrapping myself in my silk robe, I finished drying my hair and went to open the door.
He took up the entire doorway, his hands up against the top of the door frame as he leaned in. He gave me a smile that made me blush and then cursed under his breath as his eyes roamed my body.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Are you going to invite me in or just gawk at me?”
I moved to the side and ushered him inside. “I wasn’t gawking.”
“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Sugar.” He took his jacket off and I swallowed as I noticed how the white tee he was wearing molded to every single one of his muscles. His jeans were worn tightly across his perky backside and I smiled as I also got my fill of him.
He turned to me suddenly, concern etched on his brow. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“Now you know I don’t believe that.”
I sighed. “I’ll be alright. Do you want something to drink? I think I have whiskey.”
“Wait.” He tugged on my arm and my robe chose that moment to slide off my shoulder.
His eyes caught the movement and I watched as they darkened on me.
“I’ll get you that drink.”
“Fuck the drink,” he uttered just as his lips crashed down on mine.
7
Crystal
There was fire in his kiss. Hot melting sensual lava that crept it’s way along every inch of my body and stole my breath away. I tried to gain some leverage, tried to push him away, but I just couldn’t. My obsession with him was too intense, my need was overwhelming me.
His hands gripped my arms, shoving the robe down over my shoulders. I moaned as I felt the silk slip away, my robe coming undone, and the coolness in the apartment caused my nipples to tighten.
He yanked the material off me and groaned into my mouth as his hands wrapped around me, gliding down my back and cupping ass.
“Fuck,”he breathed as he moved us into the living room.
As soon as my knees hit the couch, I lost my balance and fell back onto the cushions. His eyes looked dangerously sexy as they roamed over my bare breasts and tummy, licking his lips at the sight of the hair that covered the top of my core.
“Open your legs.”
“Troy,” I whispered.
“Now.” He ordered and slowly, my hand drifting between my thighs, I opened them.
He growled, kneeling between my legs and gripping my wrist. He lifted my hand off my core and kissed it gently before he dipped his head and kissed my nether lips.
“You can’t…”
“The fuck I can’t,” he stuck out his tongue and lapped at me.
My mouth parted and I began to pant as he continued to lap at me. “You do taste like sugar plums,” he murmured right before he sucked on my clit.
I screamed in surprise and lifted my hips. The movement allowed him even more access to me, and he took his time licking me and probing me. He sucked on each lip hungrily, parting them only to lick at my clit. Flicking it back and forth and driving me wild with need.