Deviant

by Jaimie Roberts

  I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and took a long swig. “You underestimate me, old man. No one will talk. I can guarantee it.”

  Humphrey closed his eyes for a moment. “Yeah, well, you better be right. I would hate to think you cocked up this whole operation just for a bit of pussy.” I shook my head, smiling. Humphrey smiled right back. “And less of the old man, asshole.”

  I shook my head again, knowing Humphrey had calmed down a little. “So, how have the guests been?”

  He threw his hands in the air. “As well as can be expected. They’ve just eaten, but were wondering where you were. Especially our special guest, Chief Superintendent Carmichael.”

  Shit, I’d forgotten about him. He was my star guest simply because I needed him if the shit hit the fan tonight and the police came calling. “Don’t worry about him. I’ll go out there now and see to the old fart. I’m sure introducing him to one of my girls this evening will perk him up.”

  Humphrey nodded, but still didn’t look one hundred percent happy about the whole thing. I guess I shouldn’t have gone tonight. I was about to do something that demanded my full attention, and the more witnesses, the better.

  Just as I thought this, my phone chimed. I flicked it open and looked at the message. “It’s Jimmy. He’s on his way there.”

  Humphrey sighed. “Well, you better get your ass out there now before he gets there.”

  I saluted him. “Yes, sir!” Humphrey was so paranoid at times.

  “I swear to fuck that you’re so laid back, I’m surprised you’re not lying horizontal all the time.”

  I swigged the rest of my water and threw the bottle in the bin as I headed for the door. “Everything happens for a reason, Humphrey. What’s the point in getting stressed out about things? If they happen, they happen. Just let nature take its course.”

  Humphrey patted my back. “You and this karma shit. I think you’ve let it all go to your head. What man in their right mind gets a flower drawn on their shoulder?”

  I turned to him with a scowl. “Hey, it’s a lotus flower. Besides, are you saying I’m a fucking pussy?”

  “Nah, I’m saying you’re a chump.” He smiled at me triumphantly.

  “You might be older than me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take you on, old man.” I was teasing him again and he knew it. He hated it when I called him old.

  “Just fucking go, will ya? You’re really starting to piss me off.”

  Laughing, I opened the door to the hallway. I quickly called Jimmy back, then rang a couple of my girls to come over as quickly as they could. I had no doubt they would be here within the hour.

  Pulling off my hoodie, I placed it on the rack by the door and wandered over to the lounge. No doubt all my guests would be drinking, well on their way to sharing secrets they would regret in the morning. I couldn’t be like them. Drink only deludes the mind. I could never get drunk. It just places you in a vulnerable position, and this was exactly what was wrong with this chump that Jimmy’s on his way to get now. Too much booze and pussy. He was weak and needed to be put out of his fucking misery once and for all.

  Sex, drugs, and alcohol will always sell, and I could offer people plenty of that. This was the advantage I had tonight. I had a horny, drunk chief superintendent sitting amongst others in the lounge, probably bragging about his status. The man made me sick, but he was serving his purpose tonight. I was going to make sure I paid him generously for being here.

  Sure enough, as I walked in, Carmichael was at the centre of the show, a glass of my finest scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. “Catching scumbags is what I live for. I’ve been doing my job for twenty years now and have earned every fucking stripe.”

  Everyone turned when they saw me, but Carmichael was the last to look. “Hey, Deaney, my boy. How are you, son? I’ve just been wondering where you were.”

  The man was pathetic. He made my skin crawl. I would love nothing more than to grab my folding knife and cut his fucking tongue out. Instead, I smiled eagerly and took my seat next to the old fart. “Sorry. I had, um…women problems, shall we say.”

  Everyone laughed, but carried on with their discussions. Carmichael leaned in with a wink. “Did you manage to sort her out?”

  The man was a fucking perv, but I had to give him what he wanted. I was sure that’s exactly what he was here for anyway. “I gave her enough so that she won’t complain for a little while. Let’s put it that way.”

  Carmichael patted me on the back. “That’s my boy. That’s my boy.”

  “I’m sorry I was so late. She was at Buddies, so it took a little longer than I imagined.”

  Carmichael raised his eyebrow. “Buddies, eh? There’s normally some fine pussy at that club.”

  I nodded with a smirk. “That there is, Aidan. That there is.”

  “So, what have you been doing with yourself lately?”

  That was one thing about Carmichael. He was a nosey bastard. No doubt he knew I wasn’t in the most legal of empires, but he would always ask me the same question in the hopes he would catch me. I never told him anything he didn’t need to know. I just told him what I thought was enough to keep his fucking big gob shut.

  So, I sat there and told him about some property I was thinking of buying in Europe now that the collapse was here. If you had the cash and could afford to sit on them for a while, I knew there were some bargains to be had in places like Spain, Italy, or France. I knew this would all bore him, but that’s exactly what I wanted. It would make the surprise coming up all the more special for him.

  It was roughly around forty-five minutes later that Humphrey came in and whispered in my ear, “The girls have arrived, and they’re waiting in the other lounge.”

  I smiled up at him, then across at Carmichael. “Excellent. Aidan, I have a little surprise for you. I’m sure you’re going to love it.”

  Just as I thought, his drunken grin surfaced like the cat that got the fucking cream. “What are you going to show me?” he asked, licking his lips.

  “You’ll see. I can guarantee it will be good. Let Humphrey lead the way and I will be there in one minute.”

  He nodded, getting up from his seat, and left. I turned my attention to the others in the room and excused myself. “Stay and drink as much as you like. I just have some business with Mr. Carmichael to attend to.” Everyone nodded, not caring much. As long as they got the free food and drink, they didn’t much care about anything else. Life sucking assholes, the lot of them. But, unfortunately, I had to put up with them because they served a purpose.

  Just as I was on my way to the other lounge, the expected text came through.

  We have him ready for you. Whenever you’re ready.

  I typed a response.

  Be there in thirty. Hold fire.

  I opened the door to the lounge and, sure enough, Carmichael was sitting on one of my chairs, Samantha on one knee and Katie on the other. Samantha was always the favourite as she had long blonde hair and big double E breasts. What made her so unique was that she was natural. I liked all my girls to be as natural as possible. Katie, on the other hand, was a brunette. She had smaller breasts, but they were big enough to cup in one hand. That’s all a man really needed. Anything more was just greedy. That’s what I loved about Tyler’s breasts. They just fit perfectly in my hands. They were silky soft with the most beautiful nipples. Just thinking about her got me hard. And, tonight, I needed to play the perfect role of a horny host.

  “Aidan, I see you’re getting to know my girls already,” I smirked. I sat down in the opposite chair and watched as Carmichael drooled over these two women. They were gorgeous. Way out of his league, but that’s what made it more exciting for him.

  Katie was playing her role well, nibbling on his ear and playing with his chest. Samantha had her hand on his belly as she caressed his hair with the other.

  “They’re simply delicious,” he stated and the girls giggled.

  “I can more than guarantee yo
u’ll love them, Aidan. Katie, here, can suck you harder than any fucking hoover out there, and Samantha has a pussy I swear is made of fucking gold.”

  Both girls gasped, but giggled again, playing their roles very well. I had no idea if this was true, but I had heard from very satisfied customers that this was the case. That was why I picked them both for tonight. I had to make sure he was kept occupied for a couple of hours.

  “So you’ve sampled them for yourself?” Carmichael asked, a glazed look of lust hanging over his hooded eyes. He looked at Katie, licking his lips.

  Noticing this, I motioned for Samantha to come over to me. She diligently complied and sat on my knee. With a tug of her head, I kissed her gently and massaged her breast. She moaned under my touch. I knew she was enjoying it but, truth be told, I was getting nothing out of it myself. She had nothing on Tyler.

  Stop thinking about Tyler, you pussy. Maybe you should just fuck Samantha so you can get her out of your head!

  I didn’t need this right now. I had to get my shit together and concentrate on the task at hand. I pulled away, smiling up at Samantha before turning my attention to Carmichael. He was watching with a heated level of interest. I could tell he was getting off on this.

  “I’ve sampled and I’ve loved so much that I keep coming back for more.” I smiled across at Carmichael, then turned my attention to Samantha.

  “Samantha, take your top off. Show this lovely gentleman your wonderful assets.”

  Samantha smiled, got off my lap, and unbuttoned her blouse. The whole time, I was looking across at Carmichael, but all he had eyes for was Samantha. He licked his lips again, a bead of sweat forming at his brow. The horny fucker would come in his pants if he didn’t calm down.

  Samantha stood, her pert breasts staring back at Carmichael. “Come here, Samantha. I want to reward you for being such a good girl.” She did as she was told and took a seat on my lap again. I immediately sprang, latching my mouth on her nipple. Samantha moaned and threw her head back. I knew she had always wanted this from me, but I never as much as touched her hand, let alone sucked her nipple.

  “Dean,” she breathed, fisting her fingers through my hair. Fuck, I wanted to hear Tyler call me by my name when I fucked her.

  Pushing that thought away, I hitched Samantha’s skirt up and exposed her pussy to both Carmichael and Katie. “Isn’t she beautiful?” I purred, trying hard to keep up with my role. Every instinct was telling me to finger fuck Samantha, give her what she wanted, just so I could prove to myself that Tyler wasn’t getting to me. But I wouldn’t normally touch Samantha under any other circumstances, so why would I now?

  Fuck this shit! That damn fucking voodoo woman with her magic pussy was playing tricks with me again. All I wanted to do was shove Samantha off me and get the fuck out of there.

  “Yes, she is,” Carmichael answered, breathing heavier than ever. I knew this was enough. I had him hook, line, and sinker. Not that he needed much encouragement. I could have asked Katie over to put on a little show for our chief superintendent, but I had more urgent, pressing matters to attend to. Now was my time to act.

  “Aidan, would you like to go somewhere a little more private so you can get more acquainted with Katie? To be honest, I am just dying to reacquaint myself with Samantha.” I smiled cheekily towards him and slapped Samantha’s ass. She jumped, giggling again, and that had the smile turn up a notch on Carmichael.

  “I would love to,” he growled, staring up at Katie with nothing but lust in his eyes.

  With a tap on Samantha’s ass, she got up. I sat up with her, holding her hand. “If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Carmichael,” I said with a smile, heading for the door. “Katie, could you take Mr. Carmichael to room thirty-six?” She nodded, but still sat on Carmichael’s lap. “Aidan, when I’ve finished with Samantha, would you like it if I sent her to your room?”

  He smiled like a fucking Cheshire cat. I was beginning to think he thought all his Christmases and birthdays had been wrapped up into one day.

  “If her pussy is made out of gold like you said, then fuck, yeah!” he boomed.

  I chuckled, but felt sick to my stomach. Time to end this charade. “Samantha, after you,” I said, motioning her to the door. She walked through, blouse in hand, tits bouncing as she went. For any man, this would be the turn-on of the century, but for me, she did nothing to raise the beast.

  Once we were in the hallway, I grabbed Samantha’s blouse and offered to place it back on. She diligently complied, turning around with a smile.

  “Thank you for playing your part,” I said, pulling the arms of her blouse up. “If you wouldn’t mind, go hide out in room thirty-four. Give it about an hour, then leave to see to Carmichael. I have to go.”

  She nodded and I turned to leave, then I felt her hand on my arm. “Dean, if you fancy carrying on later where you left off, I would be more than happy to visit you. Just give me a place and time, and I’ll be there.”

  I shook my head with a smile. “I don’t touch any of my women, Samantha. Rule number one.”

  Walking towards me, she placed her finger on my lips. “You touched me tonight,” she purred, trailing her finger along my lips. “I liked it and I want more.”

  I stepped away, motioning for the stairs. “That was just a one-time thing, Samantha. Now, do as you’re told and get up the stairs before Carmichael and Katie come out here. I have somewhere I need to be.”

  I walked off, noting that Samantha was going up the stairs with a not-too-pleased expression on her face. This was one of the reasons I never touched my girls. They could get clingy, which would complicate matters. When I did fuck girls, I made sure I vetted them beforehand. And I also made sure they knew it would only be a one-time affair. I never fuck a woman more than once. It had been my motto since I was eighteen. Well, it was until I met Tyler again. She was the exception to the rule. She was my puppet for revenge.

  Walking through the garage, I took the keys of the hook for the Aston Martin Vanquish. I felt like I needed style for today. Something sleek and soothing to help me relax before what I was about to do.

  “Taking the Vanquish this time?” Humphrey noted from the shadows, as I placed one foot in the car.

  “I feel like I need the change. Be back in forty-five minutes.” He nodded, I got in and, with one click of the button, the garage door opened. I drove a little forward and, just before I left, I looked out the open window at Humphrey. “Make sure all our guests are taken care of, old man.”

  With that, I sped off, noticing Humphrey scowling, throwing something in my direction. I laughed, but soon had to concentrate on the task at hand. Pulling out my phone, I rang Jimmy. “Jimmy, is he still ready for me?”

  I heard him laugh, then a smack. A cry came reverberating through the phone. “Yep. I’m keeping him warm for you.”

  “Good. I’ll be there in fifteen.” Tossing my phone onto the passenger seat, I pressed my foot on the accelerator, listening to the purr of the V8. It got me every time. It was hard not to resist closing my eyes and just giving in to that sound.

  The cold coming in through the window filled my nostrils and invaded my lungs. I needed this now—this bite. I needed to keep alert, stay focused. I had been planning this for years and I was finally getting my ultimate revenge.

  Once I pulled up outside the warehouse, I flicked open my glove compartment and pulled out my knife. It had a nice serrated edge, and I was going to use it to my full advantage tonight.

  As I stepped out of the car, the smell of pollution from the River Thames hit with a pungent force. In a sense, it soothed me, knowing this was where Antonio Pinzano’s final resting place would be. He deserved to rot in a polluted river, as he was just polluted as it was.

  Feeling my breath hitch with adrenaline, I walked over to the sliding door and pulled it open, saying hello to Nicky as I went. I walked in and the smell of burning flesh hit me. I could never get over that smell. No matter how used to it I was, it still caused me to gag.


  I breathed it in, forcing it down my throat so I could get used to the smell quicker. It never left you, though…even long after you had left the dead.

  I walked up the stairs to the landing and all was quiet…until I heard the hissing sound of a hot poker on skin. A voice cried out in Italian, screaming that Jimmy was a fucking asshole. I had to laugh at that. Even after all this time of being tortured, Pinzano still tried to show some balls. The thing was, he wouldn’t have any left once I was done with him.

  When I walked in, Pinzano was hanging upside down over a burning pit. Most of his hair had been singed away, causing blisters to form at the top of his head. The smell was worse up here, but I forced down the urge to gag. I didn’t know how Jimmy managed it. He looked as cool as a cucumber.

  As he hung there, I watched the blood dripping from all the various burns and cuts that Jimmy had inflicted on him. With each drip, the fire hissed, causing the flames to burn brighter. That certainly wasn’t good news for Mr. Pinzano.

  “Ah, our star guest has arrived, Mr. Pinzano. You will be pleased.” Jimmy beamed towards me, and Antonio Pinzano strained against his restraints. He couldn’t see me because he was blindfolded. I requested that. I wanted to be up close when he finally saw me. I wanted to be up close when I stared into the eyes of the man who ordered my parents’ deaths. To see the shock and the fear in his eyes when he realized who was behind his sudden kidnapping.

  To be honest, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. His love of alcohol and women was ultimately his demise. I got one of my girls, Serena, to coax him to a flat nearby that I owned. I hardly ever used it and it was in a perfect spot to plan my revenge. I never wanted the flat. It was just a strategic buy. That was how long I had been planning this day. Pinzano was becoming weak and predictable. He was using the same bar time and time again. He picked up women and left his men outside whilst he went in to fuck them. He was getting complacent but, just like always, I was watching him. For years, I studied his daily routine and quickly picked up his pattern. Ultimately, it was his downfall.