He prepared a mouth-watering carbonara and we went through his private wine cellar. I don't even want to think about the price of the Cabernet Sauvignon we popped open. We finished the bottle by the balcony, taking in the sight of New York, the city sprawling with its bright streets and never-ending turmoil. In that moment, standing by his side, I really felt at home … And, let me tell you, I haven't felt like that in years.
"Fuck me. Right here," I said, turning to him and placing my glass down. He didn't even say a word; he just pulled me into his embrace, kissing me as he squeezed my ass. I ended up with my hands curled around the balcony railing, my torn dress at my feet as Austin pounded into me. I came twice like that, and then we moved inside the apartment; I went on all fours on top of his couch and he drilled me until I came twice more. When he finally came, he almost drowned me in his cum. Seriously.
Okay, look, I'm not trying to make you jealous. I'm just telling it as it is. Sorry if I'm going into the details, but I tend to forget myself whenever I'm thinking of Austin and his twelve-inch python-sized cock.
But, yeah, there's also trouble in paradise. And trouble has a name: Lester Vicks.
Twenty-four.
That's how many hours have passed since I found my phone ringing, Lester's name plastered on the screen. Austin wasn't home, and it was around midnight.
"This is it, Destiny," he said, and I could notice that he was slurring his speech. He was drunk, but I could still tell that he was serious. "You seem you still haven't learned your lesson. You either sit your ass in front of me so we can have a little chat, or I'm making sure Python goes up in flames just like your club." This time I didn't even get the chance to hang up on him. No, he did it first, and that was when I realized Lester was preparing to take things to a whole new level.
I still haven't told Austin about Lester's threats, but I'm going to have to do it soon. And what then? No idea, honestly. But I don't think that Austin will be able to keep his secrets from me any longer … It's not that I don't trust him, but our lives are so entangled now that I just need to know if there's a way out of this mess that we're in.
Five.
That's how much time has passed since I discovered something that's going to change things forever. And when I say five, I mean five minutes. Yeah, in fact, I'm still in the bathroom, looking at the small plastic stick in my hand. I'm still reeling from the shock, to be honest.
You see, I'm late. And you know what I mean when I say late, don't you? Yeah, I figure that you do: I'm fucking pregnant.
That's right, Austin has gotten me pregnant …
And this right when we're going through a crisis. I'm happy, I really am. I never thought about having a baby, but now that I've met Austin …
Things have changed. I just wished this could've happened some other time.
But there's nothing I can do. I'm pregnant, and that's it. Now we really have to find a way out of this mess. And if we can't, if there's no way out, we'll just run someplace far away. Build a new life for both of us … Sure, to start from scratch would be hard, but we'd think of something.
But, no, I can't think like this.
We can't allow Lester to dictate our future and the future of our child. I won't allow it, and I'm pretty sure that Austin will have none of it as well.
But what can we do?
How is Happily Ever After even possible now?
80
Austin
"There's something that I need to tell you," Destiny says, looking at me with a faint smile, and I can already tell that, whatever's coming, it isn't good. There's always fucking something, isn't there?
We've spent two perfect months together and, even though that just happened because Lester Vicks closed down Dirty Destiny, we're closer now than ever.
I mean, look at us right now: standing in the balcony overlooking the stage at Python, watching as the female crowd below us goes nuts with the show Maverick is putting on. We look like a King and a Queen, overlooking our empire and watching over our people.
But I'm not fucking dumb. I know that Lester's shadow is still over us. Just because he's been oddly quiet these past two months doesn't mean shit. That's just the calm before the storm. I know that, one way or another, there's going to be a showdown. And I'll do whatever it takes so that I'm on the winning side.
You heard me.
This war that's coming?
Read my fucking lips: whatever it takes.
"What is it?" I ask Destiny, taking a sip of my whisky. It burns down my throat like fire, but that's exactly what I need right now.
"Lester … "
"Yeah, I figured it was something that had to do with him. What does that bastard want this time?"
"He called with threats … " she trails off.
Threats? I ball my hands into fists at the sound of that word. Who does he think he is to go around threatening my woman? I'll rip his fucking head off before he even has the chance to lift a finger.
"That motherf--"
"His threats were aimed at you, Austin," she calms me down, placing her hand on top of mine. Looking into my eyes, she takes a deep breath. "He told me he wanted to talk with me or else he would … Well, he threatened he would do with Python what he did with Dirty Destiny."
I breathe out, more relaxed now. He wasn't threatening her, that's a start, but I don't like the fact that he wants to talk with her. What does that slimy bastard want with Destiny?
I thought he had realized she wasn't going to help him any longer. I don't really care that he wants to come after me and Python … These are probably empty threats. He's been trying to get a warrant to get inside of here for ages, but he's never managed to do it.
I make sure to get the right palms greased so that it doesn't happen. It's costing me a lot of money to keep Lester and his cronies outside of my club, but there's no other choice. Besides, it's worth it just to piss him off.
"Fuck him," I say to Destiny, squeezing her hand in mine. "You don't need to talk with him. And if he wants to come after Python … Well, I'll fucking handle him, one way or the other."
"Austin … I'm worried," Destiny says to me. "I really am," she starts, circling her glass with one fingertip and gazing down at the stage. Her eyes are empty, though, and I can notice that she's thinking of everything that might go wrong. There's something else there too, but I have no idea what.
"Lester is a corrupt asshole, but he's not in the habit of making empty promises," she says to me. "I still can't forget how he shut down my club. Everything I ever worked for. I can't see that happening to you. I just can't … Not now."
"Destiny, don't worry … I'm handling this," I tell her, trying to be calm in the face of this new bullshit.
It's my turn now to calm her down.
I'm doing everything I can to reopen her club, but it isn't easy. I put together a legal team so we could fight her club's closure in the courts, but Lester pulled every trick in the book to keep that from happening.
Still, I'm not giving up. Of course, her words make me fucking worried, I won't lie.
What if, somehow, Lester has managed to convince a judge that something's going on in here? He never came after us like that before because it was a risky move for him. If he brought us down, Strokes and I would try and bring him down with us. He knows that, but he's also growing desperate. He wants to stop us at all costs.
Fuck.
This isn't looking good.
"Austin … I've tried to understand, and I do trust you," she turns to me then, looking me straight in the eyes. I know that she has bottled these words inside of her for far too long, and now it's time she comes asking questions once again. I'm just afraid I can't give her any answers.
Finally, the questions come.
I bet you're getting pretty curious now too, aren't you?
"What is actually going in here?" Destiny asks me, looking at me directly. "Why is Lester so obsessed with that woman, Mistress Strokes?"
Fuck.
Well, there it is.
I'm wondering how to answer when Destiny continues. "Sometimes I worry," she says to me. "You know I trust you, but..." she trails off.
Yeah, I knew that was coming.
"Let's get inside." I grab her hand and take her inside my office, closing the door behind us. I take her to the large couch at the end and I grab the bottle of whisky sitting on the coffee table. I fill both our glasses trying to gain some time as I ponder how much I should tell her.
It fucking hurts that I just can't come clean with her, but it's Strokes' story and I can't dishonor my promise to her. Not even for the woman I think I'm fucking falling in love with.
I'm sorry, but that's just not my story to tell, and I wouldn't do it without Strokes' permission.
And as paranoid as she is about our operation, I doubt she'd ever let anyone not involved in the nitty gritty of what we do to ever find out. There are just too many risks.