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The inside of the building was just as disgusting, if not worse, than the outside. Water damage had caused a lot of the ceiling to cave in. Some old office furniture, most of it broken, littered the area. It reminded me of a scene from a movie where a bomb had gone off.
Nevertheless, watching Daemon walk around, checking everything out, had me responding to the raw sexuality of his physique. I wanted him, even in a creepy old building like this, and since I was pretty sure that no one else was around, I decided now was as good a time as any to help make him feel better about not knowing what was going on with my father’s plans.
When I dropped to my knees and pushed him over against the wall, he seemed a little startled at first, almost like he wanted to fight me, but as soon as his dick was out and in my mouth, he caught on really quickly. I didn’t want to make a huge drawn-out production of it, so I deep-throated him, letting him grab me by the back of the head and mouth-fuck me as hard as he wanted to. I lapped and sucked, rolling my tongue along his thickness as he continued to pound into me until the salty fluid filling my mouth nearly overflowed. He held on to me tight as he released, coating my throat with come.
We stayed like that for several seconds as I swallowed it down and he tried to regain his composure. When he released me, I stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and dusting off my knees as he zipped up.
“What the fuck was that?” he mumbled more to himself than to me.
I didn’t have an answer anyway. If he didn’t know by now that I’d do whatever it took to keep him happy, then I didn’t have any words to express it. “Wanna go get some dinner?” I asked him.
He arched an eyebrow at me, as if to say I should be full from the come, but nodded. “Sure.”
Cautiously, I made my way back to the car. We rode in silence back to a more civilized part of town, where he pulled into the parking lot of a greasy spoon. “Doesn’t look like much, but the food is good,” Daemon assured me as we went inside.
We sat at a booth in the back, waiting on the server to get there. The menus were at the table, so I pulled one out and looked it over, deciding on a cheeseburger. On the other side of the diner, the servers were all gathering around a little boy, singing “Happy Birthday.”
“That’s nice.” I couldn’t help but smile at him. “God, it’s almost my birthday.” With all the shit going on, I’d forgotten.
“Oh yeah? When?” he asked, not lifting his eyes from the menu.
“Saturday. I wonder what my dad will get me.” He looked at me then, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of my statement.
“All my old man ever got me for my birthday was a black eye,” he said nonchalantly.
“What’s that now?” Was he just joking around?
Apparently not. “Yeah, on our birthday, we had to fight him. Starting at the age of five. I’m not sure why he thought it was big of him to be able to kick a five-year-old’s ass, but he did it nevertheless.”
“Seriously? That’s horrible.” The more I heard about his father, the more I hated him. “Did you at least get to have a cake?”
Daemon stared at me unblinking for several seconds. “No, Elisa. There was never any cake.”
“Well, you’re getting a cake this year. It’s time for a new tradition,” I declared. “When is your birthday?”
Again, he held my gaze for a long moment. “Couple months.”
I nodded. I could find out more info later. “Are the cheeseburgers here any good?”
“The best,” he told me. I looked at him and smiled as the waitress came over. Maybe this wasn’t a fancy date, but it was exactly what we needed. We’d eat some cheeseburgers, talk a little about nothing, and then, when he took me back to my place, I’d invite him inside to fuck me senseless.
Best. Night. Ever.
CHAPTER24
DAEMON
The day after Elisa blew me hard in the abandoned building our parents were apparently buying together, I decided it was time to put my plan into action to get rid of these fucking capos who were on the wrong side of making me Don. While it was going to happen whether the bastards were around or not, the sooner I took them out the better.
I was feeling pretty good after spending most of the night fucking Elisa’s brains out, so when I arrived at the police station, I had a feeling everything was going to go my way—one way or another.
“Well, hello there, Daemon. How can I help you today?” an older female cop behind the front desk asked in a flirty voice. She was on the verge of retirement and practically old enough to be my grandma, but that didn’t keep me from trying to charm her. She was the gatekeeper, after all.
“Hi there, Cindy.” I flirted right back at her, flashing her a brilliant smile because that was what would get me through the door. “I need to speak to Detective Clint Wallace,” I told her, leaning against the counter with a lingering stare.
“Of course, sugar. You go right on back.” She winked at me and unlocked the door with the push of a button. I continued my flirty smile as I walked through, but the moment I was on the other side of the barrier, my expression changed to all business.
Wallace’s office wasn’t far from the door. I knocked as I barged in, finding the hefty middle-aged man sitting behind his desk, shoving a breakfast sandwich into his gullet. At least it wasn’t a donut.
