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Chapter Eight
Nick
As she walksin I remember watching this documentary on the Discovery Channel when I was a kid.
It was called ‘Wild Africa’.
Frankie and Vincent were always watching shows like that and dragging me in because I used to be so squeamish.
Back then I hated preying on the weak in any shape or form. I thought it was cowardly to do so. I even hated watching animals do it. Lions gathering around a gazelle to scare it because the gazelles knew it was already dead the minute they saw the lions coming.
No hope of getting away, no hope or a fucking chance in hell of doing shit besides allowing itself to be eaten.
Miss Mia Chase reminded me of the gazelle tonight.
Over the years as I got older and saw how the business worked, I knew that it wasn’t about preying on the weak. It was about showing control and power. Allowing everyone to know who was boss and who had the power to do whatever they wanted to you.
Weak ones and strong ones, it didn’t matter who. If you were Alpha you let them know you’re alpha and there’s no question after.
My family consisted of a bunch of alphas. It was our dynamic and it worked. It was respect. That is why my brothers left us.
One look at her and I could tell the both of them wanted her just as much as I did, but they knew she was mine.
They knew of my interest in her from the minute I agreed to see her. We were in the middle of serious talks about plans. My plans on what I was going to do to investigate the situation with Tommy, outside of Vincent’s warning.
Salvatore and Gabe knew of my interest for this woman and knew I needed the distraction.
I’m looking at her now in that get-up she’s wearing. It’s supposed to look casual and it does. She’s supposed to look like she’s lazing around the house and reading a newspaper in those dark rimmed librarian fuck-me glasses but that’s just the thing… Everything about her screams fuck me and I want to.
I really want to bend her over my desk and fuck her brains out. I want to pin her to the wall behind her and fuck her all over again but like the documentary, I’m going to play a game. I’m going to play with her and set the ball in motion.
It won’t work in the state of desperation I see brimming in those deep green eyes.
I put my cigar out and stand up, make my way around to her and sit on the edge of my desk.
“Missed you last night Angel Doll. Did you get the days mixed up?”
“No, I…” she stops and presses her lips together, hesitating.
I didn’t get this job by being stupid or out of touch with reality.
I don’t know many women who would turn down a hundred grand to work with me, let alone be with me. Even if she didn’t know exactly what I was offering no woman has ever said no to me. Yet this one implied it big time with her absence.
I knew from the get go that she isn’t going to be like the usual type of woman that ventures here. I know she’s not the type to give in to her fantasies the way I do, or do what she feels like in the moment. I know now that something brought her back here.
The ‘what’ would be interesting to find out.
I look at her in anticipation, waiting for her to finish talking and she doesn’t. She’s just looking at me. This is far too much staring and looking and assessing.
We should be touching.
We should be fucking, but I’m game for a good play.
“Oh… I get it, you came back to explore the wild chemistry I said we wouldn’t be ignoring?” I taunt.
If I was myself I would have at least found out where she lived well before now. I may have all the shit with Tommy going on in my head but I couldn’t get this woman out of my head either.
“No… I mean…I really need this job. If it’s still there. If it’s still available I’d like to try again. I would like another chance if there is one.” She wrinkles her nose slightly and blinks like she’s trying to hold back tears.
