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Chapter10
Conner
It turns out the internet has limits.
Every time I’ve tried to type in Haven’s name combined with ‘strip club’, the results have come up empty. In fact, Haven hardly has an online presence at all. The snippets that I do find are ancient, all sports stats and game summaries from high school.
The only one of them that gave me pause was a thumbnail headshot of an unsmiling Haven wearing the West Emerald Prep girls’ basketball uniform. Despite her wholesome schoolgirl appearance, the brutal defiance in her eyes burned through the screen. I kept wondering what was going through her head at the time.
The internet did spit back other Marchenkos in Em City but hell if I can sort out who is who. According to Gage there’s a whole gaggle of them on that side of the city doing gangster shit. And since there is no map to their east side playground, last night I decided to drive out there and have a look for myself.
A charity event at Emerald City Children’s Hospital ran late and it was damn near midnight when I steered to the dense labyrinth where something notorious is always popping off every day of the week. I didn’t bother to come up with a plan, other than filling my need to see the girl who has cornered all my waking thoughts and even my dreams.
Funny, but I’ve probably done more sick and dirty shit than ten average guys. I shouldn’t be borderline obsessed with having a girl who doesn’t always know whether she feels like smacking me or fucking me.
But the other night Haven just about murdered my self-discipline. To look at her, she’s sleek lines of perfection, tailored precisely to my tastes. Legs for days. Tits that need to be in my mouth. She’s unafraid to be sexy, which is so fucking hot. Give me a woman who knows what makes her come and demands to get it. I needed every thread of restraint to stop me from snapping off those dental floss panties and taking her against the wall like an animal.
And she knew it. She enjoyed it.
“Next time you find me, I’ll expect you to make good on that warning, Wiseman.”
No matter how she tried to play it cool, she was just as close to the edge of sanity. I could read her thirst in the tilt of her hips as she hobbled out the door. She was all but choking on the ache to get stuffed with big dick.
Poor girl. She didn’t have to suffer like that. I would have happily given her as much dick as she could take. She’s just torturing herself by putting off the inevitable.
It’s clear that Haven can be bratty and difficult. It’s also clear that scraping away the sheets of attitude is worth the effort. She’s got a spine of freaking steel, she has zero patience for fools and she’s tough to impress. She doesn’t talk much so I find myself hanging on every word she says.
But most of all, I want to fuck her until she can’t remember what planet she’s on.
A hunger on this level is new to me. Unexpected. I doubt it’s going to be solved by getting sweaty for a night or two.
I want her time and her attention. I want to erase all the bad experiences responsible for those shadows in her eyes. I want to hold her close. I want to have stupid debates and hear her laugh. Haven’s smile, tough to earn, tougher to keep, somehow rattles the untouched regions of my heart.
The whole east side has always been a dense rabbit hole of twisty lanes and dead end alleys, real easy to get lost in if you don’t know your way around. In order to get my bearings I swung by Micah’s old apartment building and then coasted the short distance to Elijah’s gym. The lights were out and the men clustered on the corner didn’t look especially friendly. I didn’t hang out there for long.
Once I was away from familiar ground I started feeling a great deal of sympathy for rats that get stuck trying to navigate an impossible maze. There are bars and strip clubs galore on that side of town so I picked a random place to start. After poking my head into a few places and asking around, I found no sign of Haven but received quite a few hostile glares.
It finally dawned on me that my two BFF cousins would hit the roof to see me wandering around like that, unarmed and alone in some really sketchy places.
Micah in particular always complains that I have no sense of self preservation. That thought crossed my mind when a dark sedan with no headlights rolled out of an alley and started riding my rear bumper, keeping pace no matter which way I turned. As I scowled into the rearview mirror at the shadow behind the wheel, I could almost hear my cousin’s outrage.
“Just get the HELL out of there you jackass!”
Even when he’s just yelling in my imagination, Micah gives good advice. This time I listened. Pressed the accelerator and zoomed back to the freeway, losing the other car before rocketing to the on ramp.
I didn’t like giving up. But then again, nobody wins if I end up in a dumpster.
There are any number of people I could call for a quick answer to the Haven question. Gage. Micah. Tess. Hell, even Dani probably knows more about where to find Haven than I do.
Although I would rather hunt her down myself, it might be time to call in a lifeline. Because after coming home empty handed and spending a restless night alone, it’s a new morning and a two hour punishing workout in my weight room didn’t give me any bright ideas. I have to admit it might be impractical to roam around the greater Em City area on a perpetual Haven hunt.
Besides, I’m already getting impatient. Playing with my own dick is no substitute for sinking into pussy.
After a quick shower, I shoot a text to Gage, giving him a heads up that I’ll be paying him a visit in West Emerald this afternoon. I don’t bother to ask for permission. There’s no need.
West Emerald is like the Beverly Hills appendage of Emerald City, except there are no actual hills and instead of movie stars it’s populated with corporate scions like Aunt Matilda, richer than Midas and as ethical as Lucifer.
My old hometown is not exactly my favorite place on earth. I don’t even know who now lives in the house where I grew up. I won’t drive down that street. While I’m not superstitious, I’d rather not find out I’m on the wrong track by running into the ghost of my mother.
