“Yeah, I’m going after the kid, but I’ll do that myself. Bring in Calder. I want him to start staking out the Ruby Light and let me know of any weaknesses he finds. I think we might have a chance to infiltrate that business and take it over.” He was calculating and cocky.
“The vampires own the Ruby Light." The man reminded him.
“They don’t care about that two-bit club. If trouble arises, they'll just ditch it, and that will be our opening." The man nodded, seeing his logic.
"I'll let Calder know." He said, and then added. "What about the kid? How much do you think his parents will pay?”
"I checked, they have money, plenty of money, and only one child." He laughed. "I'm sure they'd pay anything to keep him safe." He laughed again. "Let's head over there this afternoon and bring the van. We’ll grab him at work.” They both laughed.
Myles woke with his head on Flint's shoulder and his arm lying on his chest. He didn't know what to say; he was still processing the night. So much had been said using so few words, and he needed to understand. He'd slept surprisingly well considering the chaos that had been his mind. Somethingabout being held by this man made everything appear okay, better than okay, actually.
He knew Flint was awake, but he stayed still, letting Myles gather himself and waiting for him to speak. He was thoughtful and kind and one hell of an amazing lover. "We probably need to talk," Myles said, and looked at the handsome man holding him, looking at him with such a loving expression.
Flint nodded but did not respond. "The things you said last night, were they all true?" Myles knew they were, but still needed to ask.
“Everything I said to you was true." He answered.
“I sort of understand, but believing it all is difficult. I'm not saying you're not telling me the truth, I'm just saying it's hard to believe." He knew he wasn't making a lot of sense as he tried to verbalize his thoughts and feelings, and he hoped Flint did not take offence.
He reached up and touched the small scar on his shoulder near the base of his neck and felt a pleasurable wave course through his body. He closed his eyes and did it again. "That is so sensitive." He said as Flint touched the area with his fingertips and Myles trembled with the reaction. Flint's touch was double, maybe triple the effect that his touch had elicited.
“You made me tremble and my heart race.” He said.
"You are my beloved, and that is our claiming mark." He touched it again, and Myles trembled again. “You will always react to my touch in that way; it is natural.”
Myles was feeling so many things that his head was spinning. He didn't want to lose Flint, but he didn't know how to process... everything. "I'm sorry, I'm just so stunned by it all." He shook his head and sat up in the bed while Flint remained flaton his back, looking up at him. His sad expression was crippling, and all Myles wanted was to hold him and say he understood, but how could he when he... didn't.
“You are Fate’s gift. You are my beloved predestined and eternally." He explained again their first meeting, how he recognized it, and how he worked to position himself closer and grow their connection. He spoke of their bond, how it was set, and what it meant. Myles listened and nodded, and somewhere in his heart, he believed and understood, but his head was fighting him. His head was demanding evidence, verification, something more than just words, but the words were touching him, and his instinct was to trust.
“I know it is hard to take in, and I know I should have taken this slower, but I've waited years and years to meet my beloved, and seeing you and being near you was too hard to resist.” He reached out his hand, and Myles took it, holding it in both of his. Silence fell for a few minutes, and then Myles' phone rang. He checked it, and it was his father again.
He didn't answer, and then it rang again and again. It was his father, and he declined. Then it rang again, and when he grabbed it, the caller was not his father. "It's Randy." He said and answered. Flint watched him closely with those eyes that pierced through him, that laid bare everything he was thinking and feeling. He wanted him so badly, but at what cost? Flint was established and held influence. He was one of Hadden's men who held a lot of authority in this city.
“Hello.”
"Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could come in early today.” He asked.
"Sure, what time?"
“How soon can you get here?” Randy chuckled.
"Maybe an hour," Myles stated and squeezed Flint’s hand.
“I’ll see you when you get here. Thanks.”
"Sure." With that, he closed the call and stared at Flint. “I have to leave.”
“Let me drive you.”
"No, I'll get a cab." He said, released Flint's hand, and stood, gathering his clothes from where he'd tossed them the night before.
“Please let me drive you home.” Flint was up and helping him get dressed.
"I need time to think. I'll be at work till eight tonight, but maybe we can meet up then." Myles wanted a little space to clear his head, but he also wanted to see him again. He didn't want this to be a dead end.
Flint stared at him and nodded. “I’ll meet you at eight at the shop." He bent and kissed him hard and exacting; he was making a statement with that kiss. "Search your heart, baby, you’ll find me there.”
"I will, and I do care very much for you. I just need some time." Myles clarified.
