I looked down at my watch and sighed. Peterson was meant to land twenty minutes ago. I signalled for my men to find him and ten minutes later, they returned to the car, carrying Peterson by the back of his collar. He looked scared shit, as he was being handcuffed and thrown into the back of the car. As soon as my family left last night, I had to make sure Peterson was actually on a plane heading here. I am beyond pissed that I am almost scary calm, sitting beside Peterson, as we drove to the apartment Zeke was staying.
When I was in one of my many moods, a lot of people tend to loose theirs heads and Zeke was not going to get out this. Had I also know that he had come to New York when I had, then I would have dealt with everything earlier. I don’t understand why people dared to defy me. I was a good boss and even when was in this kind of mood, I still gave my people a chance to explain. The only people who think any different are the people who got caught cheating their way through my business.
When we got to his apartment, we knocked first. Like I said I like to give my people a chance. After a while, I had one of my men knock down the door. I stepped over the rubble and order them to tie Peterson to one of Zeke’s dining room chairs. As they were tying him, Zeke and Margo, came zombie like out of their bedroom.
“What the hell is……..”
Both of the face went from anger to shock. Margo wrapped her robe closer around her body and I motioned for the to sit of the couch. I pulled out a chair, sitting it in between the couch and the chair Peterson was tied to. I hand a loaded gun in my hand, but I wasn’t sure I was going to use it.
“Do you know why I’m here Matthews?”
“No ma’am”
“Do you Peterson?”
“No ma’am”
“I would very much like to know why you tried to set up a deal with Terrance Martin?”
All three of them froze in shock and I didn’t like that Margo also knew about this. Apart from my family and now Owen, there were only about four people in the world that knew about my real identity, and I was getting real close to making that list down to three. Breathing deeply, I twirled the gun in my hands, my eyes landing on Margo first. She inched further into Zeke.
“I trusted you with my sensitive information. Tell me right now”
“I’m sorry S, I didn’t think….”
“It’s really too late for your apologies Margo. Tell me why”
“I was jealous. Even after Zeke and I had gotten married, you two still slept together. I just wanted to take my revenge on you”
“Even after the two yours I put you through at the whore house, you still thought it would be a great idea to take revenge on me. I took it easy on you back then, because Zeke is my business partner. I could have killed you and none of this would have happened. But you?”
I loaded the gun, facing it towards the white Peterson.
“What made you think you had any authority to make any deals? I thought I had told you to stop. You know very well what happens to people who get caught”
Just as I pulled the trigger, Zeke pulled me back, the bullet completely missing Peterson and almost getting on my men. Sneering, I loaded the gun again, this time pushing it against Zeke’s head. Margo let out a little squeal but didn’t move from her spot on the couch.
“Please, not here”
“You are very lucky I need some of your connections. Once they are mine, I will make sure you and your precious wife get buried in my backyard”
I aimed the gun again and without looking, put a bullet in the middle of Peterson’s head. I handed the gun off and pulled my gloves off. Margo looked like she is going to be sick. She is going to be a nuisance late on.
“Let this be a little lesson for later on. Mess with me again and I will not hesitate to kill you both”
I pulled out my phone and texted the cleaning crew. I headed back out to car to catch up some sleep before I headed back into the office.
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There came a small knock on my office door, sometime after lunch. I knew who it would be but there was really no need for me to have any conversation with her. She however ignored my silent plea for her to fuck off and slummed down into the office chair in front of my desk I didn’t even bother looking from the file I was ready. She huffed and it made me wonder why she wasn’t used to the way I talk anymore. After she wasn’t an innocent pawn in all of this.
“Li…….”
“Just because you are home now Rose, does not give you the chance to say that name. I killed a man this morning and I’m still incredibly pissed off at Martin”
“Why re you walls like this with me? I’m your older sister, you shouldn’t be so rude to me”
“In this world Rode, you are no longer my sister. Actually for as long as I can remember you have never acted like I am your sister in the first place”
“Well ever since your sixteenth birthday, you’ve never been the same. What got into you?”
I stilled at her question. Is it obvious? I peered at Rose through my eyelashes and watched as she played with her fingers. She is rather stupid not to notice but there was no way she was smart enough to figure everything out. Shaking my head, I return my focus back to the file I was trying to read.
“If it wasn’t for me Rose, you would be buried somewhere in an unmarked grave. I blame sour because my work has no time for emotions. You may be married to one of my men but that does not give you immunity to my ways. If you are here instead of home that means you’ve skipped out of telling her”
“I will, I will. I just don’t know how to bring it up in conversation. Like ‘hey mum, I just wanted to let you know that I am also married and my husband works for S and he’s killed people’. That just doesn’t come up in everyday conversation”
“I don’t care how you tell her Rose. I want you to tell her, before it comes up in our family meetings”
“Do you really think that’s wise?”
Focus was now gone and I was getting infuriated with her presence in my office. Frowning, I looked up from the file. She should know by now that she was in no position to question anything I say.
“Do you really wish to spend a few years in a whore house dear sister?”
My tone of voice made her straighten up in the chair. She gulped before shaking her head.
“No ma’am”
“So shut your trap and go. Tell mum before I tell her myself. And do it quickly, I have a few guest arriving in New York soon, and I want everything to be ready by then”
She nodded and rushed out of the office. The rest of my day consisted of me being pestered by some idiotic man from the third floor. Matt said he was the mail man but he seemed to never have any mail from me. If you wanted to spy on my every move, there were better ways and other non violent ways. After the fifth interruption, I had to lock my door, because I was sure I was going to kill him. By the time six rolled around, I was boiling. I needed to leave, I needed to let off some steam. I had to leave before I either killed everyone or fucked them. It was moments like these that I really wish Zeke hadn’t gone and pissed me off. I was in this mood because of him anyway. Even if I was to sleep with him now, I think I would kill him before I got off. I had calmed down on the drive home and when I walked into my house, spotting the half naked Owen in the kitchen, I melted.
He will hate me for this but the lust was clouding my better judgement. This is what everyone wanted and event he small part of me wanted it. It was even better because it looked like he just showered, the towel still wrapped around his waist. There were still water droplets, dripping down his back. His blonde hair was wet and by god he looked hotter. I silently slipped out of my heels, threw my jacket and shirt on the back of a chair. I wrapped my arms around his was it and he tensed up at my touch.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh, shh, don’t speak”
I placed small kisses down his back, making him shiver. I turned him around and his eyes widened when he saw that I was only standing in my bar and work skirt. Without my heels I was a good four inches shorter than him. Standing on my tip toes, I put my lips on his. They were unexceptionally soft against my more chapped ones. He was slowly giving in to but I didn’t like soft and slow. I raked my nails down his chest, earning a low growl that made me melt.
I wrapped my fingers around the top of his towel and pulled down. Gaping he let go of the kiss, letting me take a good look at him. He was already hard. Looking up at him, I gave him my signature smirk and took a hold of him. He gasped, moving his hand towards mine, but I was not having him be the dominant one. I pulled on hm and let go, swaying my tips as I walked towards the couch. He willingly followed behind me. On the way to the couch, I slipped out of m skirt and panties, flinging my bra over his head. I beckoned him towards me, pushing him onto the couch. Straddling him, his hands ent straight for my hips, making me hiss at him.
“You don’t get to touch. You wanted sex from me Owen, there are rules you have to follow”
Dipping into the middle of the couch cushions, I pulled out a condom I had stashed earlier. Owen gave me a disgusted look. He doesn’t want to know what I have down on this couch. I quickly tore the wrapper and rolled it onto him. Before he could protest, I plunged myself down onto him. He jumped into me, making me moan. I rode him fast, constantly putting his hands behind the back of his head. After a short while, we both came together. Rolling off him, I heard him mutter some words, he was going to regret later before rushing upstairs. I felt a lot better now. I freshen up, before heading back downstairs to light up my after sex cigarette. Owen was back in the kitchen, clothed this time, much to my disappointment. I placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched away from me, making me frown.
“What’s wrong with you? I thought you be happy I had sex with you”
“How long have you been sleeping with Mr Matthews?”
I was stunned by his question. This is what this mood was about. This is not like Owen. Maybe he has developed Stockholm syndrome. Damn, I would hate to get rid of him so soon.
“Since I was sixteen”
“No, I mean while we have been married?”
“I didn’t stop sleeping with him just because we got married Owen. You knew exactly what you were getting into to when you signed the contract. Why is this even bothering? You have another three years before you can go settle with your dream girl”
“I was a virgin"
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