Page 2 of Chaos
“Whatever, Dante. I just need to know if you are going to deal with that blonde bitch. I want her gone.” She squeals down the line.
I held the phone away from my face and took a deep breath, needing to keep some sense of calm while dealing with this annoyance, before answering her. “Don’t forget you work for me, Valerie. I. Own. You. And lately, you haven’t been doing your job.” I growl.
A squeal greets me. Valerie may be vain and annoying, but she isn’t stupid. Being on my bad side is not something she, or anyone else, wants. I may be young still, but my reputation precedes me.
“It’s not like they talk about club business around me.” She whines.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.You can’t kill her. You can’t kill her. You can’t kill her.Maybe if I say it enough, I will be able to follow that advice despite how much I don’t want to.
“Then get on your fucking knees more and get me what I want.”
“Yes, Dante.” Valerie submissively says.
“Anyways, consider her dealt with. You don’t touch her. She is all mine.” I hung up the phone, not waiting for a response, and pocketed it.
I wave to Michael from his position at the bar. He gulps down the last of his expensive scotch before walking over to me. He stands before me, fixing his suit jacket. His greying hair shows his age, but that is the only thing about him that does. He has always been in peak physical and mental form.
I have known Michael my entire life. He joined the Brotherhood when I was young and quickly rose through the ranks to become my father’s most trusted man. When my father passed, he was the one to find me and helped raise me to the man I am today. He is like a second father to me.
“I want every bit of information you can get on a girl named Serena Gold. Nothing is too small. I need it by tomorrow afternoon.” I glanced at the door once more, hoping she might come back. “I want to know everything. Who her family are. Where she was from. No detail is too small.”
Michael nods his head before pulling out his phone and making a call to our head of security. I know he won’t let me down. He never has before, and he won’t start now. I pick up my glass of whiskey, shooting the rest of it. The burn feels good, reminding me I am still alive.
Don’t worry, darling. I will figure everything out.
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I pull out of Serena’s laneway and drive back to the city. Running into the Kings was just a bonus for tonight. I knew they lived on the same street as her, and they were claiming the sweet little darling as their own, but they were in for a rude awakening. I wasn’t expecting that sucker punch Midas gave me, but that’s fine. It will be the only time I ever let him touch me. He is lucky I didn’t take my gun out and shoot him. The only reason I didn’t is because of Serena. I can’t have her figure out who I am, or what I have planned, before I am ready to tell her.
The whole drive home, my mind replayed my evening with Serena. I have never taken a woman on a date before, and I can admit to myself, and myself only, that I was nervous. I did the stereotypical date ideas with a little flair. Dinner at a nice restaurant, completely booked for only the two of us. Live music for us to enjoy and set the right mood. Though I have nothing to compare it to, I would say it was a perfect evening.
But now that I have laid out the groundwork in making her fall for me, the second part of my plan must come to fruition. I would hate to see her get hurt, but there will be pain. That can’t be avoided in life. With pain comes pleasure, and I do love mixing the two.
Though the more I think about it, the harder it is becoming to do anything to her. When I first saw her at The Den, I knew there was something special about her. She completely enraptured my attention without even a word. No woman has ever done that before. But when I learned about the King's interest, I tried to suppress the feelings that were bubbling up. I had to push those aside for my gain in the long run. Tonight, the lines became blurry, and feelings boiled over until I couldn’t stop them.
Too bad I still have a job to do.
I rush out of the warehouse, still with my costume on. I want to tear it off me. The spandex is sticking in places I would rather not say. The costume was far too tight to fit any type of underwear on underneath, and now I am paying for it. Of course, I had to buy the most realistic one I could, and because it was so last minute, it was a size too small. My dick and balls feel like they are in a vice grip.
For now, it will stay on, despite the protest in my pants, until I know it is safe to take any of it off. The warehouse was packed with members of the MC that could gladly kill me if they thought it would bring them any type of reward from Zane and the others, but I had to see her one last time before everything changed. I don’t think she will want anything to do with me after tonight. I don’t want to hurt her, but I know it will happen.
Michael, who has spent the evening waiting in the car for me, smiles as I approach. I climbed into the back seat and closed the door. Finally, I can rip that annoying mask off. The windows are tinted enough so that no one should be able to see in and recognize me.
Michael looks at me through the rearview mirror. A look of worry mars his face as he quickly scans me for any obvious injuries. I was careful. No one except for Serena or the person I was meeting knew who I was.
He thought my idea was stupid, and granted it probably was. My balls would agree that it was. Dressing like Batman to match Serena’s costume, but I knew that would give me an in with her. She told me about her costume last night at dinner, and I knew matching would be the best option. Plus, the mask covered most of my face.
“Is everything ready for tonight?” I ask Michael as I fluff my flat hair out.
“Yes, Sir. Everything is ready. Just waiting for your signal.” Michael replies.
My eyes stayed glued to the front door. A while later, I saw Serena and her friend exit the building. My eyes never leave the beauty in front of me. She doesn’t notice my car, but why would she? There are so many parked in the small space off to the side, and my windows are too dark for her to see me.
I hold my breath, praying that she just looks this way one time so I can see those magnificent pale green eyes of hers again. As if she can sense my thoughts, she turns towards my car. She looks directly into my eyes, though she doesn’t know it. I can see happiness on her face. Her eyes glimmer in the moonlight. The red wig she is wearing is vastly different from her normal blonde hair, but it is a look that she could easily pull off if she ever wanted to. But she would look good in anything with any hair color. She would always be my beautiful darling.
Her friend calls out to her, pointing at her car. The spell between Serena and me breaks as she finally turns and walks away. A shuddering exhale leaves my lips as I watch her get in her friend's car, and they drive away. I nodded my head to Michael, letting him know it was time. I put the mask back on and walked back into the warehouse. I walk around until I find the person I am looking for.
Sorry, Serena. I hope one day you can forgive me.
