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What the hell is wrong with me? I’m not keeping her, for fuck’s sake. She’s a mean’s to an end.
At least this particular twist i’t the worst thing that could have happened. I’ve had a sexy piece of something clinging to my back for the whole ride into the city, and no amount of extra leg work is gonna take away all the warm and fuzzies that fills me with. I can practically feel the inhale of her gasp when we pull up over the arching bridge that connects lowdown with uptown, and the towering, crystalline silhouette of the citadel comes into full view for the first time.
Most people in Lowtown spend their whole lives down there, and I’m pretty sure Katy is no exception to that rule. How this the key ended up around her neck of all people’s is a mystery to me — but it doesn’t really fucking matter. All that counts is that I’ve got it within my sight, so close to my grasp, and every single other fucker chasing it down, don’t. There’s no way I’m gonna let any of them get their hands on it — not when I’ve spent the last ten years seeking it out, and I can feel the weight of every single one of those seconds.
Clock’s ticking, right in my heart. I’m running out of time. And little Katy came into my life at the exact right second… she just doesn’t know it. Yet.
“Holy!” she squeaks in my ear as we crest the bridge that starts low in the slums and arches high to get half-way up the mountain plateau that Uptown is built on.
It used to be a forest, or so the legends say, but the trees were cut down long ago, and the land cleared. It’s an impressive display of architecture, all shining crystal and sparkling silver-steel. The buildings are pristine, and tall, and beautiful. The sky is always the clearest shade of blue, the air the freshest, and the streets clean and lined with lush gardens.
In contrast, Lowtown is the trash heap at the base of the mountain.
Detroit, especially Detroit’s Uptown is quite literally ‘up’. At night it’s a gem, all neons and strobes cutting lines of light like knives across a pitch black sky. Right now, the sun threatens to set bloodily in the distance, and it’s turning every single one of those glass skyscrapers into tall, living flames.
“Never been up?” I yell back to her, and I feel the shake of her head, her chin dragging against my shoulder. Heat flares at the base of my cock, and I tighten my grip on the handlebars. Bike ain’t exactly helping matters in that area, either…
Not to mention the girl.
There are times when you meet someone, and you just know.
She doesn’t. Not yet.
But I’ve had ten years, ten long, painful, frustrating years. I may as well enjoy myself while I’ve got her in my thrall for as long as I have her.
Until she gives me the key.
“Just wait,” I holler back, trying to stay focused on the road, and not how her curves are pressing into me, around me. If we make it back to my club with all of her clothes still on, it’ll be a damn miracle. The bike roars like a predator beneath us, buzz-sawingover the pavement as we sail down the long bridge. The wind catches in my hair, and her hands tighten on my jacket, fingers digging into my abs.
We turn, and head deeper into Uptown, the lights and the sounds growing brighter, louder, the air crisper and cleaner. The buildings tower above us, their shadows looming. She’s pressed even tighter against me now, her arms a vice. She’s not scared of the city, that’s not it, but of what the city means.
Katy’s fingers dig deeper into me as the city spears the sky all around us. We absorb into the traffic and I weave between cars this way and that, and not at all because every time I do, she whimpers and her hands claw at me tighter…
Who says this mission has to be all work and no play? The smirk that stretches my lips makes me grateful she’s behind me, and not in front, where I’ve spent the last several minutes imagining her. She has no idea the plans I have for her. I’m not entirely heartless in my prickery, but if anyone’s gonna be receiving any sort of benefit out of our short-lived acquaintance, I’m going to make sure it’s me.
A girl like her has got to be a virgin, un-touched.
My smile broadens, and my teeth flash, gleaming white, at a passing driver.
This is gonna be a good time.
It has to be. Hadrion always gets what he wants, extracts his pound of flesh, makes sure the debts are paid and paid on time.
This time is not going to be any goddamn different.
Horns blare as I dice up the evening traffic, taking a corner sharp, and then another, shops with their banners and signsflying past us as I push the bike to the limit of what it can do in such a thriving, built-up area. I can only imagine her behind me, head whipping this way and that, enthralled by flashes and glimpses of a life she’s never seen before.
When you grow up in a place like Lowtown, Uptown is everything you have ever imagined.
But for me, it pales in comparison to where I originally come from, my kingdom.
Uptown is just a step toward a far greater goal.
We slow at a red light, and a few of the more daring humans, who aren’t afraid of me or my bike, lean out of their windows and doors to take a good long look at her. She attracts attention, even with a helmet on her body curvy, not hidden under her worn-out clothes. I’ll have to take care of that so she doesn’t stand out here. I want her to fit in. She’s remarkable enough on her own that she doesn’t need anything else catching the eye of the others hunting the key.
There’s an alley up ahead and I swing into it, braking sharp and bumpy, so she’s thrown up against my back. Heh. Buildings surround us, low rises, a couple of garbage cans and empty crates — we’re behind my place. It’s not much to look at from the outside, especially out back, but I hit a button on the handlebar of my bike and the garage door we’re in front of eases open like the maw of a camouflaged demon.
She’s huffing for breath, panting and gasping, as I haul myself up and climb off the bike. It’s an adorable sight. She stares up at me, both pupils blown.
