As a matter of fact, they all have what I want. Someone to love me. Someone to come home to at night and cuddle with. Someone who can accept my desires in bed, and my wants, my need to explore my sexuality. Oh God, to be sandwiched between Jett and Flynn, with both men deep inside me, would be a fantasy come true. But I can’t have them. I won’t be just another fuck to them. I want more. I’ve waited long enough.
“Another round of shots, Murph, on me,” Flynn yelled out. Murph looked right at Adelina.
“Adelina.” Flynn said her name, and of course, even in his slightly slurred speech, his tone of voice did a number on her body. She took an uneasy breath and approached him. When his arm snagged around her waist, he hoisted her up against his hard body, she gasped and held his forearms.
Oh God, I want this man. His arms feel so incredible. God help me.
She had to look way up, despite her very high heels. She wished that Jett was here, but since the two met in their back office about three hours ago, she hadn’t seen any sign of Jett. Something was going on. Flynn hadn’t gotten this drunk since some old friends of his and Flynn’s visited from Virginia.
Flynn held her tight and whispered into her ear. She locked gazes with Murph, who smiled and winked. Was it her, or did most of the staff know that she had the hots for her bosses but wouldn’t do a damn thing about it? She rolled her eyes as the smell of tequila and Flynn’s delicious cologne filled her nostrils.
“You remember who’s in charge here, Adelina. I’m the boss. What I say goes. So stop looking at Murph and trying to get him to cut me off. It’s not like I’m driving.” His lips touched her skin by her ear. She should not be turned on by this. She should not be relishing in this intimate moment, pretending that Flynn cared when he didn’t see her as a woman, just his club manager.
She had to do her job. Just like she had been doing for the last two years. She caressed his forearms and turned her face slightly. Now her mouth was under his chin, as he still remained slightly bent over so he could reach her ear.
“I think you’ve had enough, Flynn. Why don’t you let me walk you upstairs to the office, so you can lay down a while?
“No.” He grabbed her a little harder. His mouth was there again, next to her ear.
“I need to numb the pain. You don’t understand. Just make sure I don’t pass out down here. You’re an angel, Adelina. You’ll make sure I get upstairs. Alone.” He kissed her ear, and then pulled her lobe between his teeth. She felt him lick the skin, and her pussy instantly leaked. She pushed away from him. Holy shit.
He stared at her in one of those deep, drunken stares men got when they wanted sex or thought they could satisfy a woman in bed even though they were a few sheets to the wind.
She stared at him as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. The move made his eyes zero in on her breasts but she didn’t care.
“Give them another round, Murph. Last call is in thirty minutes,” she said and then walked away.
Two hours later, Adelina stared at a half-naked Flynn, lying on the bed. Murph placed him down and left to go downstairs to clean up. It had been a hell of a night. She remained there, watching him as he slept. Adelina couldn’t resist touching him. A small stroke against his lower lip and firm chin had her imagining climbing into bed with him and having her way. He was so beautiful and nearly identical to his brother, Jett. Except Flynn’s eyes were ocean blue and Jett’s were dark blue. Dark and mysterious, just like the man himself. As her mind drifted to doing things to Flynn, she caught a hold of herself and remembered that she wasn’t some fatal attraction chick. She was a professional, classy woman, one who did not throw inhibition to the wind, no matter how fucking, incredibly hot this man, half-naked, laid before her. She cleared her throat as her nipples hardened.
My life sucks.
* * * *
Flynn awoke in bed upstairs and moaned as he turned over onto his side. He saw the bottle of water, a bottle of some sort of orange drink, and some ibuprofen. Adelina.
He moved to sit up, noticed that his pants were on but undone, and the belt off of his dress pants. He wasn’t wearing any shirt, and as he tried to swallow, it felt like he had a mouthful of cotton balls.
He reached for the bottle of water first. He knew the concoction Adelina made herself would taste like shit, but it somehow got rid of the hangover. He needed to clear his head. He couldn’t remember a fucking thing about last night. He guzzled down the water and then felt it hit his belly hard. He wouldn’t throw up. He knew that much.
“You look like shit.”
Flynn looked up and saw Jett standing in the doorway. He was drinking a cup of coffee and holding a file in his hand.
“Thanks, bro,” Flynn replied.
“You should drink the stuff Adelina left for you. She just left about twenty minutes ago, when I got here.”
“Fuck. She stayed here all night?”
“She didn’t want to leave you alone. She was worried,” Jett stated with an attitude and that look in his eyes that made most men panic. Not Flynn. He and Jett shared a special bond.
He held his brother’s gaze as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Any news from Viper’s wife?” he asked, the headache suddenly pounding harder as the words left Flynn’s lips.
“No. She won’t take any calls. I don’t blame her. Her husband shouldn’t have been there.”
“I still can’t believe he’s gone. I thought he was finished working for the government.”
“So did I. Word is, he was doing some things he shouldn’t have been doing.”
“Like what?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out. I don’t like the connections the guys are coming up with thus far. It seems Viper’s loyalties may have strayed.”
“Where?” Flynn asked.
“To the dark side. You’d better get dressed. There’s things to go over. Adelina left you some papers for you to sign and an order to recheck before she submits it tonight.”
“She’s a lifesaver.” Flynn felt his gut clench. She was more than that. She was everything they both wanted, but feared they could corrupt and hurt. She was too good for them. Way too good.
Jett locked gazes with Flynn. He didn’t say what was on his mind. He and Flynn both were attracted to Adelina but neither would make a move. Not when they continued to act like a bunch of twenty-year-old bachelors with no care in the world and no desire to make a commitment to one woman. Adelina was special. So much so that neither man would allow themselves to act on their attraction to her.
“She’s a gem. She really cares about us. Murph said that you argued with her when the bar closed, and that Tess tried to connive her way up here with you. She had her hand down your pants and said something to Adelina that really pissed her off,” Jett stated and then took a sip of coffee.
Flynn stood up and drank the orange concoction. He gagged and then coughed, and quickly swallowed the water with the three pills. Jett chuckled.
“What do you think Tess said to her?” Jett asked as he thought about the redhead who was constantly trying to get him in bed. He allowed her to suck him down one night, but then he and Flynn got a call from an old friend in need of some help and he had to cut the night short. Tess wasn’t too pleased.
“I don’t know. Murph was sworn to secrecy,” Jett stated, as he glared at Flynn.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I don’t remember shit about last night.”
“Drinking a shitload of tequila will do that to you.”
“I was trying to drink things off my mind.”
“Don’t you mean Adelina?”
“We’ve been over this, Jett. We decided that we aren’t right for her. She needs a man that can be sweet and understanding. We’re hard. We have a sexual appetite and a need for dominance in the bedroom. We both want to share her, and she’s old school. Dates, movie night, shit like that. Can you see her tied up on the bed and allowing us to have our way with her body?”
Jett snickered then shook his head. “You don’t get it. Flynn, she’s tough, yes, and she’s independent, but she’s also the sexiest woman we’ve both ever known. She has a submissive side, and we’ve both noticed it.”
“She does what we say because we’re her bosses and she knows damn well she better.”
“Stop being like that.”
“Being like what?” Flynn asked as he walked over toward the doorway. He needed a shower and a change of clothes.
He was certain that a new set of clothes were laid out for him in the closet near the bathroom, and that Adelina would have set everything he might need up in the bathroom. She knew him and Flynn better than anyone.
“I’m not arguing with you about this now. I’m just saying that I’m getting tired of the no-strings-attached sex. I’m tired of not having someone aside from you to come home to. Living this life, at this pace and in this type of constant club atmosphere is killing me. We’re getting old, Flynn.”
“Fuck that. We’re thirty-four years old.”
“I’m not going to settle. We keep up this pace, this lifestyle, and no decent woman will want to look at either of us.”
“Holy shit, what the hell happened to you in the last twenty-four hours?”
Jett stared at Flynn, lowered his eyes, and then looked back up. He looked angry and concerned.
“We’ll talk after your shower and after Adelina’s special remedy helps clear your head.”
Flynn headed toward the bathroom, and found everything as he expected. Adelina took care of it all for him. She even had his cologne, razor, shaving cream, and favorite black robe set up with towels for him. He wondered if she had feelings for him and Jett. He would catch her watching them every now and then, and she always came along with them when they attended a barbecue with their friends and their friend’s women. Those times, more recently, made him want things he thought he could live without. A family, a woman to call his and Flynn’s. But every time he felt a bit of happiness or confidence toward having that bond with someone, the fear hit him.
He and Flynn did some crazy shit in their previous careers with the government. They also had family involved with not-so-legal activities. They had connections. They were resourceful. And ultimately, that was what put the fear in him to stay clear of Adelina. He wouldn’t put her in harm’s way, and especially not right now.
* * * *
Jett stared at the contents of the folder as Flynn looked on and then locked gazes with him.
“Whoever this is, they want Uncle Vick out of the club business. Have you spoken with Cash and Zane?” Flynn asked.
“Not yet. But they’re going to be over here in thirty minutes. I received a phone call last night, and these people are threatening Uncle Vick and now us, too. They want us out of here.”
“Yeah right. They don’t know who they’re dealing with,” Flynn stated with attitude and cockiness.
Flynn gave his arm a flick.
Then he held his gaze.
“We don’t know who the fuck these people are. They could be anyone. They could have already infiltrated The Phantom. People could be planted around here and ready to sabotage us. This situation could stem from our pasts when we were federal agents or more recently, after we retired and pulled a few moonlight jobs. We don’t have shit and neither does Uncle Vick. He’s been threatened for months.”
“And he just told us about it now?”
“Only because I called him to find out about that situation with your friend, Peter. That led to some bad news about Viper. He’s been helping out some mafiosos from Brooklyn. He messed with the government computer system as well as the security cameras down by the ports.”
“You mean to help bring in drugs?” Flynn asked, totally shocked.
“As in guns and other shit. At least that’s what the inside sources are stating. Uncle Vick was getting in on the action.”
“Shit.” Flynn leaned back in the chair.
“Exactly. We’re guilty by association, yet we need to help protect the family name and the businesses. This situation has the capabilities of sending us to jail if we’re not careful.”
“We run everything legit. We’re not buying guns and drugs. We don’t allow any of the riffraff to come in here and sell either. Family or not, we’re not doing what a lot of them are. We’re not going down for their crimes.”
“I hear you, Flynn, but we’re being pulled into the same category and group as the rest of them. Someone is threatening us, threatening The Phantom’s existence and our control. We need help.”
“And so you called in Cash and Zane.”
“You bet I did. We’re going to have to pull all our resources on this one. And be sure to watch your back, be aware of where you are and who’s around you while you’re out and about. I don’t like where this situation could be headed.”
“Me either,” Flynn replied.
Flynn ran his hands through his hair. The main reason for his overindulgence in tequila last night was the sudden and tragic death of his friend, Viper, and the news that his good friend, Peter, went missing during a government operation in the Middle East. By midnight, Flynn got news that Peter was killed.
He was a government agent and had been found with a bullet wound to his head. It was believed that he committed suicide, but Flynn didn’t buy that. Peter was a top-notch guy, and he was still involved with investigative work per diem. That was two friends, Viper and Peter, killed in the last forty-eight hours. Both he and Jett had worked with those guys on different investigations for the government. Some of them, they swore they would never talk about ever again.
“Well, what did you find out about Peter?”
“The detectives working the case think that it was a staged suicide.”
Flynn locked gazes with his brother and felt his heart ache. He hadn’t felt right about the news since he heard yesterday.
“He was murdered?”
“Yeah, it looks that way. His fiancée is so distraught, and now the detectives are looking into his past with the government.”
“Good luck with that.”
“Exactly. So, I think we need to find out more about Peter and any new investigative work he’s been hired for. It’s the least we can do for his fiancée, Sally. Cash and Zane want to help since they knew Peter, too.”
“Great. We have the wake to attend.”
“I know. Adelina took care of ordering some flowers and she also suggested sending some food to the family’s home. She took care of that, too.”
Flynn leaned back in the chair. Jett wondered what was going through Flynn’s head. Hell, he wondered what was going through his own head.
“Any word on what Tess said to Adelina and what Adelina did to her?” Flynn asked him, and Jett shook his head.
“We’ll have to ask her when she gets here tonight.”
“Good luck with that. Murph isn’t budging, either.”
* * * *
An hour later and they were in the surveillance room going over last night’s video. Cash and Zane had helped them try to come up with a plan of action to secure the club, as well as themselves.
As they finagled through the video, Jett paused the tape as the camera near the bar caught Flynn holding Adelina and whispering in her ear. Cash zoomed it closer and it became quite clear that he put his mouth on Adelina’s ear, and kissed her neck and skin.
“Holy shit. What the fuck, Flynn?” Jett raised his voice. Jett looked embarrassed as he ran his hands over his face and then behind his neck as if trying to loosen up suddenly tight muscles there.
“Forward through this. You know I was fucking drunk.”
They chuckled and Cash and Zane made comments about Adelina and how hot she was.
“You two have a woman. What would Chiara say if she knew that you were talking about another woman like this?” Flynn asked them.
“We were just saying how good the two of you looked together, Flynn. Too bad you have to be shit-faced to make a move.”
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Flynn went to give Zane a quick punch to his arm but then Flynn raised his voice.
“Wait, hold that right there.”
Cash froze the picture and then hit play in slow motion. Again Flynn was drunk and walking with Adelina and Tess was there. She was trying to take position where Adelina was as Tess whispered to her friend, and ran her hands through Flynn’s hair.
Adelina turned around and asked her what she just said. It was obvious that a confrontation took place. Tess shoved Adelina, and Adelina stuck her hand up palm forward and tried to gain control of the situation. Murph was there, he exchanged words with Adelina and then Tess, and the two friends. Now Murph looked pissed, and then Tess shoved Adelina, said something to her, and Adelina stepped into Tess’s space. She poked her in the chest and told her something, and when Tess pulled back ready to punch Adelina, Adelina did a quick self-defense move, dodged the fist punch and then countered, landing a punch directly into Tess’s nose. The redhead went down and her friends gathered around her, half laughing and half falling down drunk. Adelina grabbed a hold of Flynn, along with Murph as the bouncers took the girls out.
“Damn, Adelina is fast, and what a right hook. I wonder what the hell that redhead said to get her so fired up?” Cash asked.
“I don’t know, but it must have been pretty bad for Adelina to take so much lip from the woman, and then to actually have to defend herself. That redhead was trying to push Adelina around,” Zane added.
“We’re going to have to talk to Adelina,” Jett stated firmly.
“I’ll talk to her. Whatever happened, it’s my fault. Let’s just go over the rest of the video and see if we notice anyone out of the ordinary or suspicious,” Flynn stated.
“Any guy who winds up with Adelina is one lucky bastard,” Zane stated, but Flynn and Jett were both very concerned.
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