In the end, we didn’t get anyone too important that night. All the high level guys were protected and hustled out of there immediately while their soldiers fought back. We lost a few girls, but the mafia took some serious damage that night. Their confidence was shaken, at the very least.
I could still feel that excitement inside of me. It was like a small steaming hot rock dropped in a lake. Water evaporated all around it, bubbling and boiling and roiling, while it never cooled down, only got hotter.
I caught sight of Wyatt as he made his way toward me. In that moment, I realized how I loved being with him so much: the feeling I got when he took my body was incredibly similar to the feeling I got that night in the field. It was intense and powerful and rooted in something primal deep inside of me.
“What’s with the smile?” he asked as he approached.
“Nothing,” I said. “Just remembering something.”
He sat down next to me. “What are you drinking?”
“Vodka martini.”
He caught the bartender’s eye and ordered two before looking back at me. “You look good.”
“I always do.”
He grinned. “I like that about you.”
“That I look good?”
“No. That you know it.”
I shrugged, finishing my drink as my second arrived. “Women notice when men stare.”
“I don’t stare.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“I don’t need to. Women stare at me.”
I laughed, shaking my head. He was so damn cocky, but somehow it worked on him. He had that edge about him that somehow backed up what he was saying.
“Did you call me here just to brag?”
“Not exactly.” He sipped his drink. “Bragging is just part of it.”
“I’m sure. You can’t help yourself.”
“It’s almost as if you’re pretending like you don’t love it.”
“I’m not pretending.”
He smirked and put his hand on my knee, squeezed, and released me. “I wanted to talk to you about a meeting I had earlier.”
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s hear it.”
“Not here. Let’s go upstairs.”
I nodded. He stood and I followed him. He carried his drink, but I left mine behind, not wanting to get too drunk. We rode the elevator up together, and I had to actively keep myself from trying to push him against the mirrored wall and kissing him.
I wanted to run my hands through his thick hair and squeeze it between my fingers. I wanted to hear that grunt he made as I took his cock down my throat, suppressing a gag and looking up at him.
We got off at the top and walked down the short hall to his room. I followed him inside.
“Drink?” he asked.
“No, thanks.” I sat down in a chair, crossing my legs. “It’s almost like you’re trying to get me drunk.”
“I don’t need to get you drunk to take what I want from you.” He stood behind me, tipping my chin back.
“Don’t be so sure about that.”
He bent forward and kissed me passionately. I reached my hands up to cup his face as we kissed. That same thrill ran down my spine, excitement building in my core.
“That dress is driving me fucking insane,” he said. “I want to hike it up to your hips and make you ride my cock until I fill you with my cum.”
“Then it’s having the desired effect.” I smiled at him.
He kissed me once more, harder, and then walked over to the couch. He sat, crossing his legs, ankle over knee.
“Your meeting?” I prompted.
“With Police Chief Idiot.”
“Herbert,” I corrected, smiling.
“Right, Herbert. Frank Herbert, the dumb fucking idiot that keeps us safe at night.” He sighed and sipped his drink.
“What did you two discuss?”
“You, actually. Well, your organization.”
“What did he have to say?”
“Surprisingly little. He made it seem pretty clear that he had no interest in pursuing your people so long as your main target remained the mafia.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“I do too. I pressed, but he didn’t say much more.”
“Aren’t you his boss?”
“No. We’re on different sides of the same team, though, more or less.”
“So you have influence?”
“Only influence. Your father is going to be so disappointed when he finds out that I couldn’t get more from him.”
“I’m sure he’ll survive. Or not. I don’t care either way.”
“Speaking of your father. I wanted to talk to you about that.”
“He’s our enemy now.”
“That’s right.” He nodded seriously. “He’s my enemy now, too. I think we should hit him hard, take him down before he even realizes what’s happening.”