Unjustified Demands (Filthy Florida Alphas Book 2)

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by Rose, Baylee


  I push it away. I can’t fixate on that right now. I carefully replace my body with the pillow above my head and, inch by inch, pull away. It takes me awhile to gather my clothes, mostly because I keep looking back expecting Roman to catch me. Insanity. He’ll probably be glad I’m going. He doesn’t seem the type to indulge in awkward morning-after conversation.

  I have my satchel, but I’m afraid to take the time to find clean clothes, so I put my underwear and bra back on in disgust. I’ve never done it before. Is this what makes the walk of shame so… shameful? Then, I hold the rest of the clothes and my overnight bag tight to my chest and carefully leave the room. I can get dressed with less worry in the living area. I’m pulling up my pants when I hear movement to my right. My eyes look up and that’s when I see the maid from last night. She’s shooting me a look much like I imagine Medusa would use when turning her victims to stone.

  “Um… I was just going to…”

  “Leave? Don’t let me stop you. Mr. Anthes doesn’t normally like his whores to be here when he wakes up, so you should hurry. The few that overstayed their welcome wish they hadn’t.”

  I’m completely taken aback. Her words smack me harder than any physical blow would. If looks could kill, I would be dead.

  “I’m sorry about the dishes. I could help.” Even as I’m saying the words, I hate them, but I need to not make enemies. I do not need someone dying to destroy me, especially in Roman’s home.

  “The last thing I need is your help,” she replies cattily.

  Well, it can’t get any clearer than that. I quickly put my shirt and socks on, then walk to the door.

  “I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” I say again. Really, at this point I want to kick my own ass.

  “Just make sure you didn’t steal anything. Mr. Anthes will not look kindly towards a thief.”

  Look kindly? Steal? Thief? There so much there to dislike and the words make me swallow the acid that has churned up from my stomach. I want to scream at her and maybe throat-punch her, kick her in the lady-junk. Something.

  Instead, I ignore her, which is no consolation. I quietly open the door and step outside. I lean against it and take a large breath, feeling like I just escaped prison. My body jumps when I hear the click of the lock from the other side. The maid, no doubt. Bitch. I take a deep breath and then walk away. If I hurry, I’ll have just enough time to shower before I meet Paul. The last thing I need is to go see him while smelling like sex—like sex with Roman. I can only imagine the lectures that will get me.

  “The next time you decide to text me at six in the morning and ask me to meet you in thirty minutes, the least you could do is be on time, Ana,” Paul says, his gravelly voice ringing out in the empty warehouse. We’re meeting in an abandoned warehouse about three blocks from the apartment I’m renting. I think it used to be an old dog food factory. Now it’s just empty cement that smells musty, dirty, and—just to add spice—seems to have a faint smell of urine. Whether it’s human or animal, I couldn’t begin to know, and don’t care to find out.

  “It’s just ten minutes. Stop whining, Paul. You sound like an old mother hen,” I tell him, grabbing the coffee he’s handing me. Coffee, sweet nectar of the gods. It’s the only thing that keeps me going these days.

  “Someone needs to worry about shit around here. You sure aren’t. What the hell do you think you’re doing, Ana?”

  I freeze with my lips against the plastic lid on the container and close my eyes. Shit. Fuck. Damn. He knows. “I don’t know what you mean,” I bluff. “I don’t have much time though, so give me what you guys got at the raid yesterday.”

  “What are you doing, Ana?” he repeats, but his voice is softer this time, the type of voice I imagine a father using on his daughter. Well, a good one. I never had one of those, but I can imagine it. And Paul is everything I wish my father had been. At fifty-two, he’s stern but caring, and has been a great role model. He’s helped me turn my life around. So, it’s not easy seeing the disappointment in his eyes right now.

  “Please, Paul, let it go. Brass told me they wanted me to get close to Roman.”

  “They didn’t mean his bed.”

  “That’s not the first time a UC went beyond for a case. Don’t try to convince me I’m wrong.”

  “It’s not, but that doesn’t make it right, and those guys have been with the DEA for fucking years; they’re one step away from going vigilante. That’s not who you want to model your career after. Shit, girl. You’re a fucking beat cop. The higher-ups only put you in this position because it involved your brother.”

  “And it’s working, right?”

  “Ana.”

  “Paul, I have to try and get my brother out of this mess alive. If I can do that, that’s all that matters.”

  “And kiss your career goodbye?”

  “If that’s what it takes.”

  “That’s crazy talk, kid. You don’t want to ruin your career over this. It doesn’t matter what you do, your brother’s still going to prison. You have to know that.”

  “Maybe that’s the best thing for him. He can get clean behind bars,” I argue. He gives me that look. The one that says I’m being naïve. Maybe I am. I know drugs are thick in the prisons too, but he stands a chance of getting clean there. If he stays free, he’s going to die.

  If he’s not already dead.

  “Ana, you need to face facts.”

  “Can you please just let this drop and tell me what they found in the raid?”

  Paul sighs, but thankfully he lets it go. I know it’s just a temporary reprieve, but still I’m grateful.

  “Nothing, kid. Much like we thought. We only did it to distract him and try to rescue you without closing down the investigation. That obviously didn’t work.”

  I concentrate on my coffee and ignore the heat in my face.

  “You’re having me tailed.”

  “You had to know that. You might be deep undercover, but there’s no way they’re going to trust you not to fuck shit up—and not just because you’re Allen’s sister.”

  “Because I’m a rookie.”

  “Because you’re not even DEA. There’s too much invested to rest it on an unknown.”

  “So there’s someone else undercover besides me?”

  Paul’s silence speaks volumes. Shit. Fuck. Damn. I finish off the last of my coffee, going over the people I’m in contact with, trying to figure out who the fuck the other agent is. I sure as fuck don’t need someone getting me pulled from this case. Shit, I don’t want them to decide to close it down and bring Roman in either. Their first priority will not be my brother.

  “We need you to take these and plant them in Roman’s bedroom. It’s the only room we’ve been unable to get a device in, undetected,” Paul says, handing me a small white envelope.

  “Same drill as before?” I ask, stuffing the paper into the front pocket of my jeans.

  “Yeah, try to keep them as close to the bed as you can, or the desk in his room.”

  “Got it,” I tell him, trying to ignore the way I feel guilt at doing my job. I didn’t choose the life Roman has. I should have nothing to feel guilty about. Nothing.

  “Try to remember that they’re there, will you? The last fucking thing you need to do is have Brass hear you taking it up the ass by one of their most-wanted kingpins.” I grow pale at his words. He’s upset, I get that. I didn’t expect that from him, however.

  “I’ll just be going, now,” I tell him, turning away to leave.

  He grabs my arm to stop me. “Ana, listen…”

  I turn slightly so I can see him. “I think you’ve said enough. I appreciate the advice and concern, but at twenty-six, I will make my own decisions and live with the consequences. I don’t need anyone talking down to me.”

  “Ana, you don’t understand…”

  “I’ll check in tomorrow, Paul,” I interrupt him and walk out with him saying my name to my back. I’m not mad, not really. He’s right. I did let it go too far. He
’s also wrong because I didn’t do it for Allen. I’m not about to tell him that, however. It’s too late to go back and I don’t want to. It’s a moot point because as I jog around the corner heading towards my apartment, I see Roman standing on my doorstep, in his suit, coat, and gloves. He’s angry, I can tell that even from this distance. What I notice most, however, is the way my pussy clenches and the butterflies in my stomach when he turns his gaze on me.

  It’s much too late to change anything.

  I watch her jogging up to me like she doesn’t have a care in the world. As beautiful as she is right now in her jeans and pale blue tank with her hair pulled up on top of her head, I want to spank her ass. She stops two steps down from where I’m perched by the door to her brownstone apartment.

  “Where have you been, pet?”

  “Running,” she says, her voice breathless.

  “Most people run in exercise clothes.”

  “Seemed like an expense I didn’t need to worry about. I don’t get to run that often.” She shrugs.

  It bothers me. Has she been going without to cover for her damned brother? She can’t run in jeans. It will chaff the inside of her thighs, and since I now have plans for those beauties, that is unacceptable.

  “You ran from my bed this morning.”

  “You were sleeping. It didn’t seem right to wake you. I needed to get back to my apartment and start my day.”

  “You could have started it in my bed.”

  “I’m not sure that would have been a good idea.”

  “I’m positive it would have been,” I tell her, sliding my fingers along the base of her neck and cupping the side of her face. “Because then I could have started my day in you.” I watch as her eyes dilate as I bring her closer to my lips.

  “I can see how that might have been … preferable,” she whispers. Our lips are almost touching and her tongue darts out to lick against my bottom lip. I capture it, bringing it into my mouth. Somehow, her taste is even better this morning. I could be in trouble with this girl because just this has calmed the anger I had building inside me upon finding her gone. I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue play and becoming familiar with her again.

  “That’s better,” I tell her when our lips break apart.

  “Good morning to you, too,” she tells me.

  “You sneaking out on me is unacceptable, pet.”

  “I needed to get back to my world and find my brother,” she says.

  Her words put me on edge. “I told you I would help you do that.”

  “I know, but we kind of got distracted, and I know you just agreed to help me to—”

  “To what?”

  “Get in my pants.”

  “And you figure now that I’ve achieved that, I won’t worry about your brother?”

  “Something like that,” she admits. I let my thumb move back and forth over her cheek, studying her. With any other woman, she’d be right.

  “You gave yourself to me, pet. I’ll take care of you, and that means helping you find your brother.”

  Her eyes study me and I can see distrust in her eyes. She has good reason to feel like that. It doesn’t mean I like it, however.

  “I’ll trust you.” Why does it feel like she’s telling much more than what her words are saying? What is this woman doing to me? “Where do we start?” she asks.

  “Breakfast, pet. Then we’ll discuss business.”

  For a second I think I see disappointment in her eyes, but she nods her agreement. I take a step away from her, which isn’t easy. I hold out my hand, and something shifts inside of me when she places her small hand in mine and squeezes it.

  “Roman, people are staring,” Ana complains.

  We’re sitting in the middle of a breakfast chain restaurant. A type of place I can’t say I’ve stepped foot in for years. I let Ana pick where we went and from the look in her eyes, I know she thought she would shake me with her choice. What she doesn’t realize is that things like this might be one of the reasons she appeals to me so deeply. According to the menu, our entire meal will probably be covered with twenty bucks. The women before her would have picked a place where twenty dollars wouldn’t have covered the tip.

  “You’re imagining it, pet.”

  “Not hardly, Anthes. Is there a reason you always insist I sit in your lap?”

  “Anthes?”

  She smirks, putting a forkful of pancakes in my mouth. The blueberry and sugary syrup combine in my mouth, and though it’s good, it’s not even a comparison to the taste of Ana. “If it bothers you, imagine I’m calling you Daddy. Or do you prefer Master?”

  The little minx. She’s full of sass and I apparently love it because my dick is demanding its turn at training her. My lips find her ear and she giggles, pulling her head down to try and halfheartedly get away. My fingers dig into her thigh at the same time that my teeth bite into her earlobe. She gasps from the small dose of pain, and I feel a gentle shudder travel through her body.

  “Roman,” she murmurs, and motherfucker, if my dick isn’t leaking on my leg.

  “You’re tempting me to show you who is in charge, right here in the middle of this restaurant. Keep it up, pet, because I would like nothing better than to fuck you.”

  “You wouldn’t,” she answers, but I can hear the doubt in her words as her entire body goes still.

  “In a fucking heartbeat,” I assure her and I’m completely serious.

  “Maybe we should talk about something else,” she suggests, and the look on her face is so sweet that I kiss her on the lips. Her tongue pushes into my mouth, deepening the kiss, and I let her explore while I take another hit of her addictive flavor. I was right; she’s definitely more potent than any drug.

  When I break the kiss, I pick up one of the sausage links, forgetting my fork. I bring it to her lips and she opens, deliberately taking the food inside and wrapping her tongue around it as she goes. Her ass wiggles around on my lap, torturing my cock. She plays for a few more minutes, purposefully teasing with the food, before eating it.

  “You keep wiggling around like that and we’re going to have a repeat of what happened during your dance. While I did love it, the next time I come it will be inside of you.”

  Her cheeks somehow blush again. I’m getting used to this, how her almost innocent side mixes with the wicked woman and constantly entertains me. I’m starting to think she might be the first woman I’ve ever met who will never bore me. A woman like that is someone you could … keep. That’s insane though. I’m not that man. It’s time I bring this conversation around to something which will keep her from working her spell on me. She’s different, but she’s just a woman.

  “Tell me how you found out your brother was missing.”

  She stiffens in my arms, and I hate that I took the playful look off her face. I’m even starting to hate the fact that I’m the fucker who has her brother.

  “Allen always disappears. I’ve grown used to it. He fell into the wrong crowd when we were younger and despite everything I tried, I wasn’t able to pull him back. I’ve been losing my brother for years.”

  “And you still are trying to find him?”

  “He’s my brother. The only family I have.”

  “What if he gets you hurt in the meantime?”

  “I can take care of myself. Been doing it for a long time now.”

  I don’t like that reply. I don’t like it at all. There’s fuck-all I can say, though.

  “Where was the last place he was seen?” I ask, even as I’m kicking myself. What would she do if I took her to her brother now? He’s slowly healing. I didn’t want him looking as if he was a step away from death, in case I had to show him to Ana. I’m not desperate enough to use him to get Ana in my bed; I knew I could manage that on my own. But to keep her from getting the police into checking my club out and other things in hopes of finding him? That’s the reason—and the only reason—her brother is still drawing air.

  “Your club, The Stable.” It takes all
my years of playing poker and bluffing my way out of tight spots combined not to react. “It’s why I started working for you in the first place. The Stable wasn’t hiring. I had dancing experience. Dive was hiring.”

  “How did you know I owned both?”

  She shrugs, taking a drink of her coffee. “That was a coincidence. I had been living in Boca, a little over an hour from here. I needed a job here in Miami that would pay decent and keep me in the general area. It worked out.”

  “Conveniently,” I answer, making a note to have my man track down more info about her being in Boca. I didn’t recall that in the file Joe showed me.

  “I’m not going to lie, Roman. I’m glad it did, and not just because of my brother,” she whispers.

  “Really?” I ask, letting myself get lost in the look in her eyes. My hand slides along the inside of her thigh, stopping just an inch from her pussy. The heat I feel from her even through her jeans is intense. The muscles in her thighs tighten under my hand.

  “Really,” she whispers.

  “I’ll get my people working on trying to track your brother down.” Her body goes tense in my arms.

  “You mean it?”

  “I don’t waste my time saying things I don’t mean, pet. You need to prepare yourself, though; if he’s as far gone as you say he is, there might not be any saving him.” Her violet eyes go sad and I find myself wishing I was a different person, a man who could slay dragons for her. Fuck. I need inside her so these damn reactions to her will stop. The best remedy I’ve found for almost anything is to fuck it out of your system. Ana is just one more in a list. Fucking her until I grow bored will be more pleasurable than anything I’ve done before.

  “Roman?” she asks, that pretty little tongue of hers coming out to catch a drop of syrup on her lip.

  “Yes, pet?”

  “Take me home.”

  Her voice is husky, and those damn eyes of hers are liquid. I know what she needs, but I want the words.

  “Why, Ana?”

  “I need you to fuck me,” she says bluntly, and though her voice is soft, the people around us can hear and she doesn’t seem to give a damn. I throw a hundred on the table and stand up, bringing Ana with me. Her body is close to mine, her legs wrapped around my hips, her hands hugging my neck while she buries her head in my chest. The sound of the chair I was sitting in, scraping and rocking from my quick movements are echoed, because the room goes silent. I walk her straight out to the limo, ignoring everyone but Ana.

 

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