Page 72 of Who Said Mobsters Were Scary?
He presses the button. “Which thing are you referring to?”
The number on the display shows one, telling me the elevator will arrive here to the tenth floor in approximately fifteen seconds. That’s plenty of time to get him in the mood.
Leaning in as I start kneading his ass, I whisper, “Getting you plugged and stretched for me, so you cantake my big cock when we are done hanging out with your friend?”
He shivers, my words having the desired effect. I know he’s been thinking about it even if he hasn’t said anything, but we were just too busy making sure today would go as planned, so I didn’t press. Now that the important conference is over, I’m ready to fully embrace my horny teenager self.
Chai’s lips quirk in a suppressed sexy smile, his eyes traveling down my body to my already bulging front. “You’d like that, Leo?”
“Don’t play innocent, you devil.”
The elevator dings and I’m just preparing myself to push him inside and pillage his mouth when voices down the left corridor freeze me in place. We stare at each other and then at the open elevator.
“I thought everyone left…” I say, looking over his shoulder in the direction of the voices. Other than the techies, who I know for a fact won’t leave that room until they get the call for the pizza, no one should even be on this floor.
Chai’s Adam’s apple bobs on a swallow, his eyes narrowing. “Let’s check it out.”
He grabs my hand and leads me toward the source of the noise, my erotic fantasy which was about to become reality put on a temporary hold. It turns out the voices are coming from the stairwell. Nodding at each other, we push the propped open door and emerge on the landing. I heighten my hearing, listening carefully while I keep to the wall just like Chai so whoever is out there doesn’t notice us eavesdropping.
Among the three distinct voices, two sound familiar, a squeaky one I was subjugated to just earlier in theafternoon and a deeper one that makes me want to punch a wall. My heart rate kicks up a notch as they keep talking, my hackles following suit as adrenaline slowly makes it through my system.
Shit. Is this really who I think it is? But I need to make sure.
Meeting Chai’s gaze, I nod and approach the railing. Slowly and carefully, I pop my head over as he does the same, so I can confirm that I’m not wrong.
I can’t see anything. A door thuds as it shuts two or three floors below.
“Damn, I think they got off the stairs.”
Chai nods. We look at each other again and bolt, taking the stairs two at a time. It’s not the floor below or the one after, but we catch the voices again when we reach the next one. They’ve gone toward the offices down the corridor, so we follow the sound until we locate an open door and a room with the lights on.
Heart banging and goosebumps covering all of me, I snuffle over first, peeking inside. A few computers occupy the three desks, with extra monitors and some type of scanning devices. There is another door at the other end of the room with a blue light spilling out of it. We jog over as quietly as we can, checking for cameras. Fortunately, there are none. Following the blue-tinted corridor that most definitelyshouldn’t be there, we climb down a set of stairs at its end and emerge into a part of the building that I am sure wasn’t in the blueprints supplied to Herald Security.
“What is this place?” I whisper, scanning our surroundings as we approach a glassed off room.
It’s a lounge, with a bar, tables, couches, and TV screens. There are more than a dozen men alongside about as many skimpy-dressed women, and among them, Irecognize the owners of the two voices I thought were familiar.
Dread fills my stomach as that asshole Goro squeezes the ass of one girl and holds her while Minister Kesam rams an injection in her shoulder. Heroin, if I had to guess.
“Chai,” I hiss, waving to get his attention. He’s on the other side of the door, eyes wide and lips pressed in a line. “What is Goro doing here? Isn’t he supposed to be in Osaka?”
He looks at me and shakes his head. “He is. My father didn’t say anything about him accompanying me here.”
I take my phone out, my genius brain deciding that the best thing we can do is take photos. That way we have concrete proof that something suspicious is happening in the Akiyama Group and Chai’s dad won’t be able to just dismiss him.
I line up the shot, pressing the camera button in quick succession. Just then, two bulky blond men walk into the room from the balcony off the pool table, yanking the heavy burgundy drapes out of their way.
“How long before we see results?” the one holding an electronic cigarette says in a southern accent.
My blood freezes. I’ve heard his voice somewhere. And that somewhere is back home in New York. He’s the ass Cindy’s direct boss takes orders from.Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck is he doing here?
Panic spears through me. I feel like I’m suffocating. Have they found me?Fuck, I need to get out of here or I’m a dead man.
“Chai,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away as the two Americans grab a glass each from the bar. I order my legs to move, but they don’t cooperate, rooted inplace as fear floods my entire being. “I recognize the two Americans. I think one of them is the regional boss of the gang I was involved with. We need to leave. Now. This is beyon—”
Chai yelps, then grunts. I snap my head to him, pinpricks covering every inch of me. Someone grabs me by the hair, pulling so hard my scalp feels like it’s on fire. I hear angry shouting in Thai and then I’m tossed to the floor alongside Chai, causing the entire room to go completely still.
Goro and the Minister pause what they are doing, staring right at us in shock and confusion.
