The Runaway Cat (Book 2 Cloverleah Pack Series) (4 page)

“Thanks for reminding me.  Yeah he asked me if I could take the bike back with me.  He wants
the boys to have a look at it and he said he would pick it up from me when he gets back. I’ve got the truck so I will take it on that.”

“Way to get a second date aye Griff.” 
Laughing Claude slapped him on the back and headed back into the bar.

Something like that Griff thought to himself as he went out to the parking lot.
  There among the Harleys that Claude and his patrons seem to prefer was a sleek looking Ducati
SportTouring ST4s.  Griff went over for a closer look.  Nice bike, Griff figured a 2005 model with ABS.  The bike looked well used and as Griff stood by the seat he could smell the faint scent of Diablo coming from the leather.  Grabbing the handlebars, Griff rocked the bike off of its stand and wheeled it over to Kane’s Custom Rides business truck.

As he busied himself getting the bike loaded and tied down he couldn’t stop smiling.  Most times when the boys went out they either took their bikes, or travelled in one of the many SUV’s they owned.  But for some reason Kane had decided to take them out in the work truck and now Griff was glad of it.  Must have been fate after all.  Checking the tie
downs on the bike one last time, Griff hopped into the drivers’ seat and carefully eased the truck onto the road.  He would head straight to work and ask Scott or Troy to check the bike over - it obviously did a lot of miles and the guys could do any repairs it might need.  And then he would store it at his place and wait for the owner to return.  Humming to himself Griff headed for Custom Rides in Cloverleah. 

Chapter Four

Seven
days in and Diablo wished he had just stayed with Griff and to hell with his job.  He had managed to stay away from his mark, Georgio for three days claiming he had caught the flu, which was a joke really because shifters did not get sick as a rule. Then Georgio had to go off on business for another three days which suited Diablo perfectly although he did not dare take off and find Griff.  He knew if he saw his mate again he would never want to leave him. But by the seventh day Diablo knew his luck had run out and when Georgio had rung him and told him he was sending a car for him he reluctantly got himself dressed for his role.

Looking down at his tight leather pants and silver streaked
tight black top Diablo felt disgusted in himself.  Sighing he put on his boots and then reached into a leather case that sat on his dresser.  In his hands was an inch wide diamond studded white gold necklace.  His collar.  Georgio had locked it around his neck about six months ago and he had no idea that Diablo could take it off at will. Diablo only ever wore it when he saw he so-called lover and took it off as soon as he was alone.  He absolutely hated it.

Fastening it around his neck Diablo braided his hair so it hung down his back. 
Georgio liked to see his face and it had taken Diablo years of training to keep the disgust he felt hidden from this mark, and the others he had before.  God in reality he knew he was nothing more than an agency whore and although he managed to cope with the whole situation purely because he knew he always did a good job and got the information that put bad guys away, since he had met Griff he really felt sick about what he had to do to get that job done.

Picking up his phone, Diablo looked at the photo he had snapped of Griff the night he left
, now enhanced so it was a lot clearer.  His finger gently traced the fine lines of the man’s handsome face and for just a minute Diablo allowed himself to wallow in the memories of that one night, and the mind conversation that came afterwards.  Then with a deep breath he moved the screen back to the home screen and turned the phone off, hiding it under his clothes in his dresser drawer.  Flexing his shoulders he strode out of his room and down to the car waiting below.

God the club was noisy.  People everywhere, music thumping and inane chatter going on all around him.  Diablo was not a fan of the clubs
Georgio seemed to prefer but he supposed in one respect the noise meant that he didn’t have to say a lot.  His job, according to Georgio was to stay by his side, looking pretty and devoted while his mark got on with the huge amount of business he managed to conduct in all of the organized chaos.  Tonight they were at Georgio’s own club, ‘The Lucky Kitty’ so at least they had a private table and Diablo could sit down. 

Normally Diablo would use his cat senses to listen in on the conversations and pick up the tips and information that would lead to this guy’s arrest.  But tonight it was really hard to even fake interest.  He was bored and he missed Griff.  Damn he missed that man
with a hunger that bordered on obsession.  Must be the whole mate link thing.  He sat by his mark’s side and stared out unseeingly across the heads of the many club members wishing he was with his mate.

So engrossed in his thoughts he didn’t notice that
Georgio had spoken to him until he felt an unwelcome hand run up his thigh.  Immediately schooling his face into a small smile, he looked over to his mark, placing his hand on top of the one on his leg.  “I’m sorry, did you need anything?” His voice quiet and deliberately submissive. He knew his role even if he hated it.

“You are so quiet tonight
.  I thought you would be happier to see me after so long, ha?”

Crap, crap, crap.  What to say that would please the idiot but not sound like a sexual turn on. 
Georgio’s hand was burning on his leg and Diablo could feel his skin crawl.  Sighing, he turned the man’s hand over into his and delicately traced the lines on the man’s upturned palm. 

“Of course I am happy to see you, no?  I
…er…it is just so hot in here and I think that flu I had is still lingering in my system.  I am so sorry I am not being your happy angel tonight.”  Keeping his voice low and sweet he gave a small smile at the mark and prayed like crazy the man bought it. 

Georgio
appeared mollified.  He bought his fingers up to touch Diablo’s lips, running his thumb lightly over them.

“Of course I understand, precious one.  Give me just a half an hour more and then we will pop out the back for one of your specialty blow jobs and then I will have the car take you home.  Does that suit you?”  The man’
s voice might have been trying to imitate saccharin but the order was clear enough.

Diablo smiled softly at him, “Thank you Georgio, you are so understanding.”

Georgio leaned in closer.  “I want you well enough for my party on Saturday, no?  So tomorrow you rest well and then go out and buy yourself something real nice to wear.  You know what I like.”  With that the man moved back to talk to his colleagues leaving Diablo to work out how the hell he was going to give the man a blow job when he couldn’t stand his touch at all.

Diablo knew he was lucky with Georgio in one respect.  The man had no feelings for others and didn’t care that in two years Diablo had never felt one ounce of sexual feeling towards him.  Georgio was intrigued by Diablo’s virgin
ass and had said on more than one occasion that he would love the opportunity to be the first.  So far Diablo had been able to put him off as even before Griff he had never been able to get a hard on for Georgio and that might be noticeable if he took his pants off.  As it was Georgio simply insisted that Diablo service him with either mouth or hand depending on the mood he was in. 

The couple of times Georgio had actually got physical with Diablo, kissing him and starting to try and make him feel something, Diablo was able to use the pressure point on Georgio’s neck to knock him out, which Georgio then blamed on the alcohol he had drunk as the cause.  Diablo would also let Georgio know what an amazing time they had together before Georgio had passed out as the stupid man could never remember anything if he had drunk too much. He had such a big ego it never occurred to him that in almost two years Diablo had never felt remotely aroused by him at all.

There was no way Diablo was going to be able to give a blow job tonight without a drink and he ordered a couple of doubles from a passing waitress.  Sculling them down, he ordered another two hoping like crazy to feel the same type of buzz that Griff had.  Diablo barely ever drank when he was with Georgio.  He always needed his wits about him to collect evidence and information in his head that he would write down in code and then pass on to his handler at their irregular meetings. But tonight he wanted to feel anything except the nausea bubbling in his stomach.

Okay, that was not a good idea.  Now he felt even more nauseous.  He would have to have a talk to Griff at a later stage about his buzz from alcohol theory.  He shook his head and gave himself a stern talking to.  He was a gay cat shifter.  Since he started at the agency he had given more blow jobs to strangers and marks than he could count.  He could do one more.  The trick - do it as skillfully as possible so it was over in the quickest time possible. 

Diablo kept telling himself that as he felt Georgio wind up his meeting and then stand up and brush past, tapping Diablo on the shoulder as he went.  Dutifully Diablo stood, waited for the alcohol to settle in his gut and then he followed Georgio to his office. Just inside the room, Diablo sank to his knees with his head bowed awaiting orders, just like he had been taught. He could hear Georgio wandering around the room checking his messages, taking off his jacket and putting it over the office chair that Diablo knew was behind the desk in the center of the room.

God Diablo hated the fact that this man got off of making
him wait.  Now he had psyched himself into doing this he just wanted it over and done with. He heard the clink of glass on glass and guessed that Georgio was pouring himself another drink.  Fortunately Georgio’s ability to get off was not overly dimmed by alcohol so Diablo wasn’t too worried about any of the action taking too long.  Then he heard the office chair creak as Georgio sat down. Patience, Diablo kept telling himself, patience.

Finally he heard Georgio’s voice.

“Stand up and come over here.”

Standing in one fluid motion, Diablo flexed his body as he strolled over slowly to stand by Georgio’s desk, his head still bowed low. He knew how Georgio loved to watch him move.

“Take your shirt off.” Taking a peek at Georgio as Diablo slowly pulled his shirt off over his head Diablo could see that Georgio already had his pants undone and was rubbing his grubby little cock. Good, the idiot was doing his work for him.  He ran his hands down his bare torso as Georgio watched still keeping his head bowed.

“Oh yeah, boy you look so good.”  Diablo could hear Georgio panting and from the creaking in the chair it was clear the man’s fingers were working overtime on himself.

“Kneel between my knees boy.”  Stepping around the desk Diablo sank to his knees in front of Georgio his gaze now filled with the sight of the man wanking himself off.  Georgio sat up straighter, his hand still working frantically his cock now perfectly pointed straight at Diablo’s face.  Diablo could feel the nausea rising again and he struggled to control it.  But Georgio’s smell was really getting to him in a bad way and combined with the alcohol he had drunk just an hour before Diablo was fighting a losing battle.

With a sharp cry, Georgio came
suddenly, his spunk landing in thick drops all over Diablo’s face.  Diablo shuddered and as the nausea overcame him he turned his head and vomited straight into Georgio’s wastepaper basket.

“Why you little shit.”  Georgio was on his feet in an instant, his
pants thankfully pulled up, and he kicked Diablo across the ribs.  As Diablo went down to the ground Georgio stomped on his head and Diablo moaned.  In that instant he lost control of the shutters in his mind and he knew that Griff had seen him in pain as he felt the roar of Griff’s panic in his mind.

L
ying on the floor Diablo struggled to think of the best possible damage control.  First Griff, right. 
I’m okay, I’m okay…Stay open for me...Will contact…one hour. 

Then
with a force of will he didn’t know he had, he resolutely shut his mind down and turned groveling on the floor to the man stood over him.  Crawling over he kissed the man’s shoes softly pleading, “I am so sorry Georgio.  I told you I was sick.  I am so desperately sorry, please forgive me.”  He stayed down by the man’s shoes, kissing them and licking them as he knew Georgio liked even though his head and ribs pounded with pain.  Kissing the shoes was easier to endure than giving head. 

Georgio allowed him to beg and plead for forgiveness for a full five minutes before he bent down and touched Diablo’s shoulder.

“Get up and go and wash your face.”

Remembering to thank the man, Diablo got up slowly and walked to the small bathroom on the side of the room. He washed his face repeatedly and rinsed out his mouth before going back into the office, standing by the desk with his head lowered.

“Look at me, Diablo.”

Raising his eyes Diablo was careful to maintain a look of complete contriteness on his face.  Georgio seemed pleased with what he saw because he gave a small smile. 

“You are lucky you are so beautiful my boy or you would be dead by now.  You understand that I have that power don’t you Diablo?”  Diablo nodded looking suitably scared.

“Are you going to be fit for my party on Saturday?”

Speaking softly Diablo said, “Of course, Georgio, I know how important it is to you.”

Nodding, Georgio picked up the phone and called for his car to
be waiting by the door at the back stairs of the club. He turned back to Diablo.

“I want to see you looking good on Saturday boy. Don’t worry about the bruising on your face, it doesn’t do my competitors any harm to think I have been beating you, now does it.”

“No Georgio, I understand I deserved it.”

“Right then.  The car will be at your place seven sharp on Saturday.  Wear something tight.  I want people to see your lovely shape.  Go on, go.”

“Thank you Georgio.”  Diablo nodded and headed out of the room.  As he got to the door he heard Georgio say, “And don’t think I have forgotten about that virgin ass of yours my pretty.  Come Saturday I could be well in the mood to take it for my own.”  Diablo nodded and left the room.  Clutching his ribs he moved slowly down the stairs to the car below.  He couldn’t get home fast enough.

As the car pulled up outside of his apartment, Ben, the driver, turned to look at him.

“Hey are you okay, Diablo?”

Diablo gave him a small smile.  Ben never seemed to judge him for his position as Georgio’s ‘boy’ and for that Diablo was always grateful.

“Yeah Ben, you know how it goes.  Good days and bad.”

Ben nodded. “Whatever you say Diablo.  But hey, watch your back for the next week or so, okay?  There is some shit going down and it sounds like you might be a part of it.”

When Diablo looked at him Ben shrugged.

“Can’t say anything more, man.  I wish I could but I don’t know nothing definite.  But just watch out for yourself.”