The Complete Contract Series (16 page)

Black Rose

Well, well, well, the plot thickens. This is the first time I have ever witnessed you being led around by your cock, Miller. Though it isn’t hard to understand why a man wouldn’t be deterred by a woman who looks like she does.

Hmm, I can’t quite decide if I like her innocent look or that whole sexy ‘I’ll chew you up and spit you out’ thing she has going on now.

I do believe I may have just found your Achilles heel and I’m going to enjoy using it against you. I never thought I’d see the day you didn’t fuck a different woman every night. Up until now you have been smart enough to know emotional ties are nasty little encumbrances that only give openings to our enemies. Until one of us is dead, you, young man, have a life-long nemesis. Even though I don’t like you, the blood brotherhood we share keeps you safe…for now.

I toss the photo I had printed off onto the desk and make my way out the door with a renewed spring in my step. Suddenly I have a new motivation for living…my soon to be captive. Enough of Miller and his issues, I have my own little pet to deal with.

Stormy

“Everything okay, babe?” I asked as I made my way out of the shower. He looks worried and it isn’t something that I feel good about, pissed at him or not.”

“As okay as it can be, being my ass isn’t being served up on a platter to Glazov.”

“Who’s that?”

“We’ll leave you out of the loop on that one, little girl.”

“Come here and crawl up in my lap and tell me how much of a bastard I am.”

“You are,” I agree with him, sitting on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.”

“Guilty as charged, baby girl, but there is nothing I love to do more than to think up new ways to mind fuck you.”

“Well I’m glad that you are having fun, Miller. When do we get to do something?”

“Your trigger finger is already itchy. You’re a cold-blooded lady.”

“No, I’m an adrenaline junkie—big difference.”

“Tonight.” He answers rubbing my hair.

“Dress sexy.”

I jump up and run out of the room to get ready. When did I become this woman? Or has she always been here and I just didn’t know it? Regardless, I plan on having some fun with her. I have been cooped up in the house for years and it is a new day…I am coming out…

Stormy

I can feel the music reverberating off the walls more than I can hear it and I’m not even out of the car yet. I look over at Miller as he casually rest his arm on the arm rest of his leather captain’s chair the SUV houses. There is such a quiet ease about him—a deadly quiet ease.

“You are going into a lion’s den—take nothing for granted. Don’t set your drink down and definitely don’t let your guard down. These boys in here are dangerous and they take it to a whole new level. They are Colombian drug cartel and all you have to do is watch the news to see what they are capable of. This is the real deal and much of what I’m training you for can’t be learned because so much of it is split-second decisions that have to be made. The biggest thing to remember is don’t ever put yourself in a vulnerable situation.”

I shake my head yes as a cross of fear and excitement wash over me.

“Why are we here?

“You let me worry about that.” His eyes cut through me and, even in the dark lighting, I can see the hues of yellow around the irises beginning to work their way out. I know I will feed off of reading him more with each day that passes; he is my compass of sorts in this dangerous world I now inhabit. I am learning to navigate and instinctively I know training will kick in when I need it most, but that is exactly what I lack: training.

The black leather skirt I’m wearing barely covers my ass and I find myself tugging at it self-consciously as I exit the car. The shirt I wear is more like a black leather triangle of material that ties in the back with a leather corset type lace—at least it serves to cover my augmented breasts. Suddenly I no longer feel sexy, but vulnerable. As if reading my mind, he leans in and whispers, “you’ll do fine.” I can only hope he is correct, after all…this is a matter of life and death…

Miller

She looks so fucking hot. Everything in me wants to turn the car around and go home. That...or bend her ass over the hood of the car and fuck her brains out. I toss the valet my keys and nod at the doorman as he opens the door, acknowledging me by name. People know I’m here and I haven’t even graced the doors yet. I feel her lean into me and it feels good to know I am her anchor in shark infested waters—this is where the most dominate sharks in the business congregate.

“You have to check that heat” the large doorman states. As badly as I hate to, this is Diego’s turf, not mine—his turf, his rules.

“Both!” He stoically commands. I can’t help but smirk knowing my boyish charm, looks, and demeanor are seen right through by Diego’s trained men. These boys know me all too well. However, he is so focused on firearms he misses the blade housed in my boot. Stormy and I look more like bikers tonight than anything else.There isn’t a damn place on her anywhere to hide a weapon due to the skimpy outfit that she has on.

“Boss is over there,” he nods.
             
We make our way through the crowd and in the back is a table roped off in a reserved area. Women surround a man seated in a white suit casually leaning back with his arm draped over the back of a circular booth. He looks as if he owns the world and I know all too well… it’s only because he does. This is his world and he rules it with an iron fist.

His eyes never leave Stormy as he speaks to me. “Miller, so good to see you. I heard the rumor a beautiful blonde was by your side of late. I’m sure many hearts are broken, but I can see why you are off the market.”

“You know me, I never was on the market and as far as she is concerned, she has no fucking choice—I own her.”

“Still the same, I see—taking what you want and making no apologies for it.”

“It’s in my DNA,” I chuckle.

I cut my eyes at Stormy to see how she is handling the attention of one of the most dangerous Colombian drug lords in the country and her eyes are locked on me.

“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear before turning my attention back to Diego.

“Sit, we need to talk.”

“Vete´. Get the fuck out of here.” He growls at the women. The women scatter, almost tripping over themselves to obey him, but not before his main lady, Selena, turns and invites Stormy to go with her. I find myself dealing with an emotion I very seldom encounter—
indecision
. I can't ever remember a time being this conflicted and I don’t like it.

“She will be fine with my Selena, nobody wants to deal with your crazy ass and they all know that she is with you,” Diego speaks, trying to put my mind at ease.

I crook my finger and Stormy leans in to listen. I speak low enough for no one else to hear. “You keep that fucking cell phone in your hand and either text 911 to my number or hit 1 on speed dial if you need me.”

I direct my attention towards Diego and speak, “You tell your fucking men to keep an eye on her; I don’t play when it comes to her.”

He only chuckles, “Everybody up in this mother fucker knows she’s your property and nobody wants to deal with your crazy ass.”

I wouldn’t let her go but any fear she is dealing with right now is nothing compared to what she is going to feel if she overhears the conversation I’m getting ready to have with Diego…The less she knows, the safer she is.