Perfect Chaos(12)

Two days ago, he asked.

“What do you think he wants?”

“A guy like Kai …” Kai was known to be the hired man in the underworld to do the jobs no one else wanted—even me. I didn’t risk my men without a fuck of a good reason, even for a shitload of money. I knew the jobs to take and the ones to pass on. Kai was the unknown, his morals shaky, and that was dangerous. “Fuck if I know.”





“MHMM, SWEETNESS,” I purred beneath his mouth. He put his hand in my hair and tugged me in closer so my body was against him, breasts pressed into his hard chest.


He backed me against the bar. I heard the beer topple over then the slow drip of liquid as it spilt to the floor.

I groaned at the pressure, but the pain against my spine felt good. I liked pain, it breathed life into me as if … as if I was being set free. It was totally fucked up, but my entire life was fucked up, so it didn’t really bother me.

He was a sweet kisser; no slimy wet tongue invading my mouth like a fish on steroids. Instead, he did it with finesse, the tip of his tongue pushing past my lips to play with mine. But sweet didn’t do it for me.

“Gorgeous, let’s take this to my place.” He pulled back and his hand stroked down my back to my ass where he fondled with a slow, squeezing motion.

Bingo. I moaned, leaning into him then put my fingers in his hair at the back of his neck. It was time. It had to be tonight; Deck was gone and so were his men. I planned on getting two things accomplished tonight, and everything was falling into place.

I reached between us, slid my hand over the top of his jeans and felt the hard swelling. “Potential, definitely. Okay, sugar, let’s get this done.”

He chuckled. “Sounds like a chore.”

He had no idea. He tightened his grip in my hair and drew me in for another kiss. It wasn’t hard and demanding like I yearned for, but it would do until I had what I wanted. He let me go with a deep groan then took my hand and pulled me through the crowd toward the door.

“Georgie!”

I turned to see Matt coming out of the back of the bar, phone to his ear. Shit. I knew exactly who he was talking to, but there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t hear what he said before he hung up and shoved his cell into his back pocket, but by the stiffness of his stride, he was pissed. Matt was my friend, Kat’s brother, and owned Avalanche. It was my local hangout, and lately I was here more often than I was at home. Matt was in the hot group with his tall, lean frame and stark, square features. In all the years I’d known him, though, he’d remained single. I’d seen the girls slip him notes, no doubt their numbers on it, but if he did hook up he kept it private.

Lionel’s hand tightened around mine as I came to a stop. He glanced down at me then looked up at the approaching Matt. “Don’t tell me you have a boyfriend?”

“Relax, Luther—”

“Lionel,” he corrected, frowning.

I flicked my hand in the air and laughed. “Whatever, sweets.” I knew his name; I just didn’t care. Besides, I was supposed to be drunk and slurring my words.

Matt stopped in front of us, took a second to eye the guy then looked back at me. “You need a ride home?” His lips pursed together tight as he looked at my hand in Lionel’s. “Thinking you probably do. Give me five and I’ll drive you.”

Shit, that would fuck up everything I had planned. “Nah, I’m good.” I winked at him. His glower deepened and his eyes narrowed in on my date.

“Georgie, you’ve had a lot to drink.” Yeah, no shit, Inspector Badger. I’d ordered five shots and four rye and gingers from Brett, the bartender, although it didn’t mean I drank them all. I had more than I usually did, but I was still sober enough to get the job done. I had made sure Lionel drank plenty of shots. When his eyes got that half-lidded look, I knew it was time to go.

Matt chin lifted to Lionel. “Listen, bud, think you better leave.”

“Yeah, that’s what we’re doing,” Lionel said.

And thank you, Lionel.

“Alone,” Matt said.

Now, that pissed me off. Jesus, I just needed to get this shit over with. I wasn’t usually nervous with what I had to do, but tonight was different and already I was having second thoughts. “Oh, go suck on some pussy, Matt. Just because you’re not getting any doesn’t mean you have to ruin my night.” I turned away and started walking to the door, but Lionel’s hand was still in mine and he was standing still, so I only made it two steps before I was sling-shot back into his chest.

“Georgie, not a good idea. You’re drunk.” Matt’s voice had an edge to it, which I completely ignored.