Tainted Love(14)

“Fuck,” I put my head into my hands.

I should have known that this was bound to happen. I was hoping I would at least have a boyfriend by now.

Can you hire wedding dates?

If not, I’m going to start a company.

You could make a small fortune out of that.





“What do you think you’re doing?” I say to Gretchen.

Gretchen is walking pussy. She means less than shit to me, but sometimes she gets her wires crossed.

“Ade, don’t be mean,” she pouts while placing her arm back across my chest. I scrunch up my face in disgust. I hate pouty, whining bitches.

I remove her arm and discard it over her side. “Get out, you know how this goes.”

“I’ve been doing this same song and dance with you for years, Ade.” She rolls her eyes and gets out of the bed. “One of these days, baby, you’ll see that I’m right for you. For this life,” she responds, pulling her long blonde hair into a ponytail before she shimmies her skinny ass back into her tight leather mini skirt.

I laugh, getting up and throwing on my jeans. “I will never make a whore my old lady. Get that through your over-peroxided head.” I look at her with a glare. “Get out!”

She storms off, not even bothering to put the rest of her clothes on.

Making my way down to the bar, I need to find Zane. The last mission he had me on didn’t end well. I pull out a seat next to him at the table.

“How did it go?” he asks.

“Not good,” I reply, lighting up a cigarette.

“He pissed me off. So I cut off his dick and shoved it down his throat, and then I shot him.”

Zane looks over to me. “It was meant to be a clean kill, Ade. What happened to clean kill.”

I look at him, blowing out smoke. “That became irrelevant once I found out that he raped a fucking sixteen-year-old girl. Fuck that, he got that shit easy.”

Zane laughs, shaking his head. “Pull it in brother.”

I stub my smoke out and look up to Ashley, our barmaid. She’s been working for us for a few years now, no one has touched her, and we won’t. She’s too good a cook and bartender to let her go, but the girl has killer legs, though. She walks up to me in her tight little top and tight skirt. I bite down on my bottom lip and lean back on my seat, tilting my head to try and get a better look.

“Beer,” I say, slowly dragging my eyes up to meet hers, hooded with need.

She looks and smiles her broad smile at me. “Hey now, don’t be giving me those ‘come fuck me’ eyes, Ade Nixon. There’s only so much of that I can take before a girl breaks all the rules.” She winks and makes her way back to the bar. I’m still gazing at her with a smirk when Blake comes to sit at the table.

He laughs. “Bro, can you keep it in your pants for one whole week?”

I tip the bottle up to my lips. “I have no intention of doing that. Not all of us are whipped, so I don’t need to keep it in my pants,” I say while looking at both him and Zane.

They both laugh before Zane says, “Really? I seem to recall Alaina whipping you and I both, at the same time.”

I laugh and shake my head. “Touché. How is my girl?” I ask, smirking at him.

I love playing this game with him. It’s always been too easy to work him up where Alaina was concerned. He and I have both loved her from day one—which never happens for either of us—but he was in love with her. At first, I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, but that was before I recognized the bond she and I held. It was more of a brother and sister bond. One where the brother will occasionally eye fuck you every now and then. It then turned into one of my favorite things to do when I saw how worked up Zane would get.

He narrows his eyes, throwing me a disgusted look. “Back down, Ade.” I laugh, tipping my drink to my lips.

“She’s fine. Landon is keeping her on her toes, though.”

His face lights up, talking about Landon and Alaina. Landon is Zane and Alaina’s son and he’s one fucking cute little dude. Because he looks like his mother.

“I’ll come around and see her tonight,” I say taking another pull of my drink.

Blake shakes his head. “I wouldn’t. Vicky has her on all sorts of duties. She’s turned into a mad woman planning this wedding. I thought that was what bridesmaids were for,” he answers shaking his head. I see his face change, turning into a full Blake smirk.

“What Blake, spit it out,” I say looking directly at him.

He laughs a loud roar of a laugh, clutching his stomach. I look to Zane, who looks like he may just hit Blake if he ever laughs like that again.

“Brother, you are in for a treat.” He takes a long pull of his drink.