After spending over an hour facing off against the punching bag, I get myself ready in my signature black shirt–leaving the top open–my black trousers, combat boots, and thick woolen black coat. It's decided to snow outside, which is a pain in the ass. I won't be able to take my sports car, so I go for the truck instead. You never know how bad the snow will get around here and you end up being stuck.
It's early afternoon so the club isn't open yet. I walk through to the office where I'm meeting Vince. It's rare for me not to have either Jules or Simon with me as backup, but Dima needs them more, so I have one of our new guys on me today, Kai. He happens to be Jules’ nephew so he comes from good stock and is nearly as big as Jules. He looks just like him, only younger.
“Hey, Lev,” Kai greets me as I walk into the office.
“Send Vince straight in when he gets here.”
“No problem,” he says as he leaves.
I start getting all our documents out and ready for Vince, but I’m unfocused today. I keep having flashbacks from last night, which never happens. Fucking Aaron. The little shit sure knows how to worm his way into your thoughts. I can't get out of my head how good his ass felt, how his hole was gaping so wide when I finished with him. You could’ve fit two cocks in there no problem. I ruined that little ass, and I'm proud of it. I hope I have left a lasting memory of how my dick made him feel. The idea of nobody else being able to please and fill him like I did last night makes me feel smug as fuck. I try to ignore my dick’s attempt to fill while I reminisce about last night.
Thankfully, the door opens and in walks Vince who succeeds in deflating it.
“Lev, how's things?” he asks, making small chit chat. Vince always tries to be friendly with me and I wish he would just get on with it. I hate making conversation with people outside my family. Even they push on my patience.
“I’ll leave you to it. I'll be out front if you need me.”
“Chatty as ever,” he mumbles as I walk away.
“Shut the fuck up and do what you’re paid to do, Vince.” Damn idiot.
Walking out to the main bar area, I see that Jess, our bar manager, is here. “What are you doing here so early?” I ask.
“Nice to see you too, Mr K. Dima asked me to come in early for the liquor delivery with him being in a meeting, so I thought I'd make a start on opening so I'm not rushing around later,” she says, which is followed by a pause as she watches me, her forehead frowning probably trying to decipher why I am so moody.
“Is that okay? You look kinda angry, Mr K.”
“I'm not angry. That's fine.” My phone rings. It's Dima so I move towards one of the booths reserved for Dima and me.
“How’d it go?” I ask.
“Good. Well good as in there are no issues with us and Carlos. Not so good for the fuckers who have betrayed him. I don't think he would have believed me without the video, but he is dealing with it and that's it. Vince turned up?”
“That's good news. Yeah, Vince is here now and Jess has just arrived.”
“You contacted, Aaron?” he asks.
“Dima, why would I contact Aaron?” Why is everything all Aaron, Aaron fucking Aaron.
“I don't know, check if he is okay?”
“Why’d you care? He is a grown man, so will you stop with the questions about him please?”
Dima sighs down the phone. “Fine, I'll shut up. Seb is working tonight so I may see you later. Are you staying at Starlight?”
“Yeah, I think I'm gonna hang here for a few hours, and find a willing body for the night.”
Dima laughs down the phone. “Some things never change. Okay, later.”
He ends the call and I sit back in my booth seat. I don’t give a fuck about Aaron, only getting his stepbrother and making him suffer. But one more ride of his ass would be nice.
No.No repeats and that's why a hook-up will cut that cord of longing for the needy doe-eyed man.
Chapter 21 - Aaron
Whyhaven’tLevandDima come for Jake yet?
I’m sitting at the kitchen table, staring at my sandwich. Why haven’t I heard anything yet? Are they going to come for the crew tonight? Tomorrow? I need to know what's going on. Everything seems to be falling apart. Jake is more on edge than usual. Tommy is sketchy. Shay’s hardly speaking to anybody.
