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  “You know, I expect you to stand up and greet me when I enter a room.” He sneers.

  Raising an eyebrow at him, I remain seated. “If we’re going to start off with a lesson on manners, if that’s what this even is, maybe you should try arriving on time.” Getting up I brush my shoulder against him and I start to exit the diner.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He yells in my direction.

  Turning around, I walk back toward him. In a steady, lower pitched voice, I make my next words very clear only for us to hear.

  “I can tell by the way you walked in you think you’re hot shit. But let me tell you right now. My buyer came to me, asking to pass my name along to you, which means you must have been looking around. The way I see it is you’re in need of a supplier, and without me, you’re fucked. So you can take your macho bullshit and leave it at the door or you can find someone else to help you with your little problem.” I give my shoulder a slight shrug and smirk. The look on his face is unmistakable. He’s pissed. Good. I didn’t miss his jaw tick, or how his eyes tightened right before he started to glare at me as I was speaking to him. I bet he’s never been spoken to that way and it’s about damn time he was kicked off his pedestal that he put himself on. I keep my stare on him and wait for his answer so he knows I’m not fucking around. It’s a little risky making the move I just made. Right now all that is running through my mind is Riggs’ words don’t fuck it up. I’m starting to get a little nervous but before it can settle, Angelo cracks a smile.

  “You got balls, man. I can respect that. Come on, sit, and let’s talk business.” He takes a seat in the booth I was just previously occupying and I sit across from him. The booth benches are red and look like they have silver glitter pasted on them the way the laminated seats shine. The tables are fountain styled with aluminum edges. The metallic light fixtures that hang look like ufos flying though the diner. The waitress comes over with a drink and places it in front of Angelo. He grabs her wrist just as she’s about to walk away. She flinches at his touch and has a look of worry on her face as she turns to him.

  “Missy, when are you going to get that dear sister of yours to agree to go out with me? I’ve been asking her for months! Surely she doesn’t know what she’s missing.” She gives him a weary smile as she pulls her wrist away from him.

  “Oh, you know Sarah. She has a new man every week.” She waves her hand in the air.

  “Got any advice?” I laugh at his question and his eyes dart to me. “What?”

  “You must be a real Casanova if you’ve been chasing her sister for a while.” I give Missy a wink and she takes that as her cue to leave.

  “You’re a real wise ass, aren’t you?” He asks as he picks up his drink taking a sip of it before placing it back down. He gives me a nasty glare and I know I hit a nerve but right now, I couldn’t give two shits. By the looks of it, it seems he harasses that poor girl every day.

  “Listen, while you’re busy chasing tail, I have a piece waiting for me to take care of her. Let’s get down to business.” I push my drink from earlier aside and rest my arms on the table. “I need to know a couple things before we get started.”

  “I’m sure you know that there are some things that you just aren’t privileged to know.” Angelo rests his back against the booth, crossing his arms in front of him.

  “I understand that. Privacy and all. I can respect that. I need to know what happened to your last supplier. I need to know who I’m getting into bed with and why you no longer have a supplier at your disposal. I’ve spent years doing this without anyone breathing down my neck and I would like to keep it that way.”

  “Our last supplier had an… let’s say, an unfortunate accident. He got caught dipping into the money that is owed to the boss; and well, as long as you keep your hand out of the cookie jar you shouldn’t have any accidents.” He uses his fingers to make quotes when he says accidents with a smug smile on his face. I know he personally killed the last supplier for stealing money he received from the buyers. I grin back, even though I want to beat it right off his face.

  “Fair enough. Next, the split is forty-sixty. I get forty, you guys get sixty. This is non-negotiable. Again, you came to me. I will strictly only supply for you and that also cuts out having a middle man in the dealing, since I already have an outstanding contact list.”

  “We can work with that.” He says holding out his hand.

  “There’s one more thing.” I stand up and stand next to the table. “I work for Mr. Onorato, not you. Meaning, I have no problem following his orders and meeting his needs for product. But the minute you start to think you’re in charge of me, this deal is void.” I wait as he contemplates my terms.

  He stands and gets out of the booth so he’s eye level with me and I straighten my stance. “Fine, but know any orders given by Mr. Onorato will be told to me to pass on to you. You will not meet him unless he decides it.” He holds out his hand and we shake. “I’ll be in contact, Mr. Serra.”

  Angelo walks out without another word. I let out a sigh of relief with how well the meeting went. I’m lucky Riggs chose me for the reasons he did. Any other captain would have my ass if he heard half the shit I just said. I needed to make it known that I wasn’t their puppet and I mean business. If they think I’m weak, they will look for a weakness and expose it. I needed to have the upper hand at the meeting this morning. Riggs told me to play it cool and let Angelo do all the talking, but I disagreed. I purposely didn’t introduce myself to him because I wanted to see what he knew about me. Sure enough, as suspected, they did some digging. He knew what I looked like and my name. He knew everything from my ‘current clients,’ a.k.a. informants, who were lined up to help my cover, no family, no girlfriend, and no pets. The fact that I’m still alive and they are moving forward with me means that whoever created my new identity did one hell of a job.

  Even though today was a success, I was still stressed the fuck out. I didn’t get any sleep last night no matter how much I tried. I had all the confidence that I would pull the initial meet off without a hitch, but there’s always that one chance that something could go wrong. I’m just thankful everything went according to plan. Well, my plan that is.

  Riggs was not happy when I told him about the meet. He called me a slew of names, but most of them were in Portuguese. Which usually only happens when he’s pissed at his Brazilian daughter. As soon as he wasn’t speaking English anymore, I knew I was about to have my ass chewed out. I accepted the ass chewing, but made it clear that this was my assignment and I wasn’t going into it as someone’s bitch. After explaining my reasoning behind my actions, he managed to calm himself. I reminded him that this is exactly why I was chosen for the job and I can’t keep having interference. It’s too fucking risky. He agreed and suggested I try and tone it down a little. I told him I’d try…

  After hitting a new gym I joined, I still feel wound up from this afternoon’s events and have a bunch of built-up tension the speed bag didn’t quell. It’s the type of tension that only a woman’s touch can get rid of. It’s probably not a great idea to keep ties with someone from my pre-undercover assignment, but she’s the only one I can trust myself with. She never asks questions and leaves me to my privacy. Grabbing my phone, I scroll through the names in it and stop at the one name that never lets me down.

  Me: Busy?

  Ava: Not at all. Quite wound up, actually… you?

  Me: New address…2731 Silver Lane….see you soon.

  Tossing my phone on the bed, I hop in the shower and wash off the sweat from my work out. As I’m drying myself off, there’s a knock at the door. Throwing on jeans and a shirt I walk over look through the peephole to make sure it’s not an unexpected visitor. I haven’t gotten to know the neighbors yet and I’m sure the Onoratos know where I live by now. Opening the door, my eyes scan over Ava. She’s wearing skin tight black yoga pants with a tank that says, ‘I work out…just kidding I take naps.’ Her long black hair is tied up on
top of her head in a messy bun and she looks sexy as sin. I move aside so she can come in.

  “Did I interrupt your workout?” I close the door behind her locking it.

  “Actually I was on my way to the gym, but since you texted me, I figured a work out with you would be more motivating.” She leans into me and places a kiss on my lips. That’s one thing I love about Ava. She doesn’t wait for me to make the first move. She takes things, specifically my things, into her own hands. No directions needed, she just takes what she wants. She’s been taking exactly what she wants for about six months now, and you’ll never hear me complain about it.

  After a long day at work and getting sucker punched by some dealer, I need a beer. I’m heading down to the Irish pub Paddy’s for a Guinness. This is the only place in town that has it on tap and the live music by the owner isn’t too bad either. I head over to the bar and sit in my usual spot, nodding my head at Brandon. Bringing over a fresh beer for me, we say our hellos and he’s off to go wait on other customers. I’ve been coming here for years and he’s quickly learned I’m not here to chat him or anyone else up. As long as he refills my beer when it’s empty, I’m good. A woman’s voice catches my attention and even though she has the mouth of a sailor, it makes my dick jump at the sound of it. I love a woman with a dirty mouth.

  “What a shitty, fucked up day,” she says to Brandon as she throws her purse on the bar. “I mean, I swear Bran, if I told you half the shit that went on today you would fucking drink yourself into next Tuesday. I’ll have my usual.” She crosses her long legs and I can’t help but stare. They go on for days and I suddenly see them wrapped around my neck as I’m feasting on her. Fuck man, get yourself together. Thinking that she is the type of woman who doesn’t like to have drinks bought for her, the inner smart ass in me decides to act on my instinct and see if I’m reading her right. I shake my thoughts of her legs around my neck and signal for Brandon, which has him in total confusion.

  “Hey man, something wrong? You still have a full beer.” He wipes down the bar in front of me with the towel and throws it over his shoulder when he’s done.

  “Everything’s good. Do me a favor and get this girl a shot of fireball. It sounds like she needs it.” I don’t make eye contact with the sexy woman sitting next to me as I pick up my beer and drink it.

  “That’s awfully kind of you,” she starts and I can hear the sarcasm in her voice making me smirk. “But just so you know, I don’t accept drinks from random men at bars. I mean, you guys are all the same. You think if you buy a gal a drink, she’s bought and paid for, for the night. Maybe she’ll suck your dick or if you’re lucky, even fuck you. Am I right?”

  I spit out the sip of beer I had just taken and lose it in my laughter. Yup, dead on about her. I stop laughing and lean a little closer to her. Raising my shoulder in innocence I point to myself. “Me? Never. Plus you can’t handle me, Pop Tart.” She also strikes me as someone who hates pet names.

  Dropping her head in her hands she leaves it there for a moment before looking up to the ceiling. “Really, after the day I had. Give me a break.” Brandon comes back with a grin on his face as he places the shot in front of her.

  “You know people might think you’re already drunk and cut you off if you keep talking to yourself like that.” I tell her.

  She looks over at me, rolling her brown eyes. I try my best to hold in the laughter that desperately wants to break free. Fucking with this stranger has made my shitty day entertaining, not to mention, she makes it all way to easy. She lifts the shot and brings it to her lips. My eyes are now locked onto the plumpness of her lips and I’m left wondering how they would feel wrapped around my cock. “Just so you know, I never take drinks from random men at bars. But something tells me that you’re not like the rest of them.” She throws back the shot and places the glass on the bar. “I mean seriously, anyone who calls a woman Pop Tart has got to be a virgin.” We both laugh and she holds out her hand. “Ava.” I take her hand and introduce myself, knowing we’re going to get along just fine.

  “So what’s with the new place?” She’s looking around at my empty space making herself right at home.

  “My place is under major construction. I tried to stay but the project manager on the job said it wouldn’t really be livable, so here I am.” I hate lying to Ava, but we never told each other what we do for a living. She’s closed off about certain parts of her life just like I am and that’s why we work so well together. The only difference is she believes that you can rely on other people and I don’t.

  “I didn’t know you were interested in renovating.” She finds her way to my bedroom and sits on the edge of my bed. She slides her hands over the comforter and crosses her legs. I pause and lean up against my doorjamb, I don’t respond to her question, just shrug. Nothing personal and that question is a bit too personal for my liking. We’ve been fuck buddies for a while now, so what’s with the sudden curiosity? Before I can start to dwell on it, she cocks her head and bites her lip. My dick jumps in my jeans. Fuck, I can’t hold out any longer.

  Walking over to Ava, I hold my hand out. She places her hand in mine, I gently pull her up and slide my arms around her waist. Hooking my fingers in her waistband, I pull her pants down, following them down her gorgeous legs. She steps out of them and I kiss her inner thigh before standing back up. Placing my lips in the crook of her neck, I kiss her soft skin, causing her eyes to shut while a soft moan escapes her. I grip the bottom of her shirt with my hands and lift it over her head, removing it from her body. I trail my fingers lightly from her neck down her back, which causes her to shiver at my touch. Stopping at her black laced bra, I unclasp it, tossing it to the side and take her left nipple into my mouth. I suck and nibble, teasing her bud while pinching and rubbing her other one with my hand. I give her tight bud one last suck before I move my mouth to the right one.

  I let my free hand glide down her stomach to her sex. I dance my finger around her clit, teasing it before bringing my hand back up to her mouth. Pulling her nipple out of my mouth, I lay her down gently on the bed. This will be the only gentle part of our evening.

  “Open that dirty mouth of yours.” She does as I demand all too willingly and sucks on my finger while reaching for the zipper of my jeans. Her eyes are full of heat as I move her hand aside and place it on her breast. “Not yet.” I take my finger from her mouth and trail it down the center of her stomach all the way to her sex again. I can’t help but smirk as she pinches her nipples and squirms under my touch. Inserting the wet finger into her, she lets out a pleasurable moan and arches her back, as I start fucking her with my finger. I insert another one, curling them up to feel her sweet spot. The walls of her pussy clasp around my fingers and I can feel her getting wetter by the minute.

  “I love how wet your pussy gets for me.” I continue fucking her with my fingers before adding yet another one. Her breathing is picking up and I can tell she is close to her breaking point. “Tell me what you want, Ava.” I circle her clit with my thumb. Her breath catches but she still doesn’t answer. I add more pressure to it, causing her to scream out.

  “You.” She yells breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock buried deep inside me now.” I remove my hand from her and quickly discard my clothes.

  Ava and I have an understanding with each other. No commitments and no other partners. Taking my bare cock, I place it at the tip of her sex, teasing her entrance. She arches her back as I glide right into her, causing me to moan at the sensation and the feel of her. No matter how many times I’m inside her, it always feels fucking sensational.

  I start to pump my hips, thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy as she matches my rhythm. Our breathing becomes heavier as our bodies are moving against each other. Ava reaches up, placing her hands on my shoulders while she wraps her legs around my waist.

  In a quick movement, I roll our bodies over so that she is now on top, riding me. She places her palm on my chest and reaches her other arm around
to cup my balls with her hand. She starts massaging them as she is moving up and down on my cock.

  “I fucking love it when you ride me. It’s so fucking sexy.” I say before leaning up to pull her nipple into my mouth. She starts moving her hips in a figure eight motion while massaging my balls a little rougher. I spank her ass and she lets out a yelp. It fucking turns me on when I catch her off guard. I rub the cheek before spanking it again.

  “Pull my hair,” she demands through clenched teeth. Doing as she requests, I reach up and give it a good tug, making her neck arch back, she moans out in pleasure.

  “God your neck is so fucking sexy.” I tug her hair again and pull her body to mine. I can’t help myself, I lean forward and suck on her exposed neck. I know I’m going to leave a mark, but I don’t fucking care. Her nails dig into the skin on my back and I thrust myself into her harder as our heavy breathing fills the room. I pull again at her hair and she yells my name as she climaxes around my dick. I follow her shortly after. We both fall back to the bed with her on my chest. My cock is still twitching inside of her as we lay here trying to catch our breath.

  The noise of curtains sliding across the bar wakes me from my sleep. The room is suddenly lit up from the morning sunlight, making my eyes squint. I roll over on to my stomach and toss the pillow over my head to go back to sleep. The bed dips as a pair of legs straddle my back.

  “Rise and shine,” Ava says in a singsong voice, bouncing up and down on the bed. Turning my body, she lets out a laugh as her fully clothed body falls under mine.

  “You know I’m not a morning person when I don’t have to be. You better have coffee made.”