Page 22 of Two For One

I shrugged, unsure, tucking my cock back into my pants as she grabbed her shorts.

“You can have your pick,” she said, pushing the food towards me. “I…I have beer and wine, or I also have Coke if you want.”

She opened the fridge, babbling away like she was nervous. She pulled out everything she listed, looking at me expectantly. I grabbed the burger with the fries sitting on the stool, reaching out for the pen and paper, writing my name.

“Ezra,” she said out loud. “I don’t know why I thought you were going to give me another name. A lot of men who visit Valentine usually go by…well they don’t have names like Ezra.”

If she was talking about people who were associated with the towns, then she would be correct. Apparently, it made you more scary having a name like Boogie or King or even Madame Red.

I don't need a different identity to be scary. I wrote.

She leaned over to read it, laughing.

“No, you are scary just on your own,” she said, grabbing her own burger. “I must be immune.”

I shook my head as I took a bite; the flavor exploding in my mouth. It was a damn good burger.

“So, do you take out your tongue ring occasionally?” she asked, taking a bite of her own burger.

My head snapped up, I reached for the pen, scribbling quickly.

What did you say?

“Your tongue piercing, I notice you didn’t have it on because last time—” her cheeks grew red. “Well, last time I could feel it.”

I wanted to snarl, throw something against the walk and command her to tell me everything, but there was only one person I needed to get mad at and he was at the home we were renting. Calmly, I finished my burger, ignoring her question because what the fuck was I supposed to say? Hey, that man that broke in last time wasn’t me. Fucking Oliver, always cock-blocking when he had no interest in her. Did he do it to piss me off or pay me back for something I did not know I had done? Oliver was such a prick sometimes but at least I didn’t rely on a piece of metal in my mouth to make her come.

8

Oliver

I AM ALWAYS IN CHARGE.

“Do we have a lead?” my boss spoke gruffly.

“Yes, a few, but the Senator is making things difficult,” I sighed, unbuttoning my jacket, putting the phone on speaker. “He wants something in return, but I told him no deal unless I get the files and password.”

Saint hummed as I heard a door close. “The senator better watch out before I make him disappear.”

“I subtly hinted that if he didn’t cooperate, there will be repercussions,” I said, taking off my watch and cufflinks. “No one is going to help him here, I made sure of that. He’s desperate enough to do whatever it takes.”

“And what about Christmas town?”

“Kris is unstable,” I said, hearing the rumble of Ezra’s motorcycle. “The girl he has working for him is the only one with any sense there. I don’t think we will have an issue with our delivery for Christmas as long as she is running the gifts.”

“Good, keep your eyes on her and report back with something other than a lowly senator making things difficult,” he snapped. “I need to find out who was behind the kidnapping of Claudia and Candy. They are getting impatient, and you know I don’t like my girls to be unhappy.”

He hung up the phone without a goodbye.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes, wishing I could wrap this up and go home. But home wasn’t in one place. Ezra and I lived a life of constant travel. I'd like to go to Scotland to see family or hell, I’d go with Saint. Traveling was exhausting and the older I got, the harder it was to keep this lifestyle going.

Hopefully, after we finished finding the bastard who kidnapped Saint’s wife and girlfriend, stopped them and their underground auction, and made sure Christmas Town wasn’t going to screw us over, I could go home for a long break. Or at the very least until we had to come back for Christmas.

The door slammed shut, and the window in my room shook from the intensity. I glanced at my door, expecting to see Ezra barrel into my room, but all I heard was him moving around the house, loudly, like he was upset about something.

Did he go see our little witch?

I smirked, remembering my time with her and how delicious she had tasted. The moans I pulled from her as I savored her pussy made me hard, ready for another round. A blinding pain erupted from the side of my face, my daydreaming had left me unguarded, but I immediately went on the offense, ducking as another punch hit me on the side. A quick glance and I saw it was Ezra.