I push him back with both hands, and that takes him by surprise. I get great pleasure in knowing how to get him where it hurts.
“And how does it feel knowing that Jake would rather fuck his own brother than you? Hmm? Now I'd say that's a bigger blow. Even his family is a more attractive option than a run through piece of shit like you.”
Jake’s cruel possessiveness of me is obvious and in these close confines, the underlying tone of it is clear as day. Instead of it repelling Tommy, he’s still set on my stepbrother. Tommy is all mouth and only preys on those he thinks he can overpower. With his bald head, heavily pierced ears, and tattoos of fake tears on his face, he tries to convey hardass, but really he’s just the standard shithead bully.
His face pales. I beam. I’ve said those secret words out loud and it feels amazing. I don't normally answer back or defend myself, but I’ve reached my breaking point with this asshole. I have to keep strong. The boy without hope or the strength to fight needs to stay buried.
“Open up, baby brother.”
The nausea builds.Not now, Aaron.
I force my mind to block out that time of my life. Fuck, I wish I could burn the parts of my brain that store that shit. I want it forever locked away, but sometimes those memories force their way to the surface like a tsunami.
Tommy squints those dull and lifeless brown eyes at me. I know he’s trying to think of a retort, but I’m bored with this.
“Now, if you don't mind, I have to go meet Lev, unless you want to tell Jake you stopped me from going because of your pussy jealous ways?”
He says nothing as I walk away. My overactive brain yet again takes a leap and shifts a gear. I can’t focus too long on one thing and anger has quickly been replaced with excitement. It builds like a tidal wave. I’m going to have all of Lev's attention.
I can't help the smile on my face as I shower and daydream. What will it be like to be face to face with the man of my darkest fantasies?
After I am all clean, I stand in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear like this is some kind of date. Fucking ridiculous. Making my choice, I change into my ripped black jeans and a plain black tee. I look in the mirror and put my fingers through my thick shaggy black hair and decide I'm good to go. Grabbing my thick winter coat, I head out the door.
Chapter 4 - Lev
Whatashitshowofa day and it’s still not fucking ended. This morning’s meeting with the Santinis was tense at best. Luckily with Dima’s charm, he convinced them that this situation hadn’t been given the go ahead and would be dealt with in house. He added a little compensation on the side to sweeten the deal. Hopefully this will be the last we hear from them.
Something isn’t sitting right with me. Call it gut instinct, but I think this crew intentionally sold in their territory. Jake’s a slimy fuck, but he has always just done his job, and we haven’t had issues before since he keeps his crew in check. However, my spidey senses are telling me I may need to cut the fucker open to find out his secrets. There is only one punishment for betrayal in this family and it’s death…a very slow and painful one, which I am only too happy to be part of.
Hopefully, after I deal with his dickface brother who is coming here tonight, I can get a drink, find a hot body for an hour, then pass the fuck out. I want this day over with. After hardly any sleep last night, I am running on empty and this mess with the Santinis has made it fucking worse.
I'm sitting in my office here at Desire waiting for…I think his name is Aaron? Andy? I don’t fucking know. I know he exists, but I don't remember all the guys in each crew. We only deal with the heads. Maybe I should break him apart too, find out what his brother is planning, or maybe he is a part of it?
As I mull over my options, the door opens and in walks Jules, followed by who I presume to be Aaron or Andy. Huh. How have I not noticed this guy before? He is the kind of sexy ass man that would take my interest in any other setting. He has that rock band look going on but his eyes make him look innocent. Now I'm wide awake, watching this hot fucker stride in. It is also disappointing. Under different circumstances, I would definitely like to have him panting my name, but work is work.
“Lev, this is Aaron, the dick that stabbed one of Santini's guys,” Jules states, pushing Aaron into the chair across from me. Interesting. He isn’t scared or even intimidated by me. He actually looks like he has met his hero with how bright his eyes look, that one celebrity you’d kill to meet, which is weird as hell but arousing at the same time. He has shaggy black hair, smooth skin as if he hasn’t gone past puberty yet and can’t grow any facial hair, large brown Bambi-like doe eyes, and a cute little eyebrow piercing above his left eye. I don't think he has blinked yet, and I am dumbfounded. I’m used to fear or panic when anyone is brought to me like this. Maybe he’s unaware of my reputation?
“Uh, boss, do you need me for anything?”
Jules’ question snaps me out of the trance I have going on with the hottie, I must have zoned out.
“No, Jules, I got this. Just wait outside.”
He nods in return and leaves, closing the door behind him.
I lean back in my leather chair, creating the atmosphere of “relax and no one will hurt you.” This one is different or maybe from another planet with how eager he is to be here. He is all but bouncing in his seat.
“So, you wanna tell me what the fuck happened last night?”
I am surprised by the big smile that crosses his face. What the fuck is this guy smiling at? Have I unintentionally invited the Joker into my office? His manic smile is giving me those creepy ass vibes and he still hasn’t answered.
“What the fuck you smiling about?” I bark as I stand and move around to the front of my desk, leaning against it directly in front of where Aaron is sitting. He’s forced to crane his neck back and look at me. His smile disappears and I realize he may not have intended to have done it in the first place. Okay, this guy is weird as hell.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it, it's just, sitting here talking to you feels like a dream.”
I am so damn confused now. Has this guy lost his mind? What the hell is he talking about? Jesus Christ, I must be tired, this conversation is the most bizarre moment I have ever been in.
“I don't know what the fuck you mean by that, but can you answer the damn question? Tell me what happened last night, and it would be wise not to lie to me.”
