The Midnight Club

by Love, Michelle

  Maceo wasn’t enamored of the idea, but knew he wouldn’t be able to stop her. “At least let me come with you.”

  Ori shook her head. “No, not this time, Maceo. Don’t get me wrong. I’m so grateful that you’re helping me, but I want to keep you as my secret weapon. So far, no one knows we are together. Tyson will threaten me and tell me I’m powerless, that I have no one. I want to see his face when I drop you on him.”

  Maceo nodded slowly. “Okay, I can get on board with that. Just … I worry about your safety.”

  “Which is why I’ll make sure I confront him in front of people.” She kissed Maceo gently. “I will be fine.”

  “Take a recording device, or keep your phone on. Record every word he says. It might turn out to be useful.”

  So, when Ori walked into Tyson Janek’s office the next day, she was wearing a wire. Downstairs, Maceo and one of his private detectives sat in his car, listening. Ori marched straight to Maceo’s secretary, a thin-lipped blonde who had never liked her.

  “Janine, please tell my stepfather I would like to see him.”

  “Do you have an appointment?” Janine shot back spitefully. Ori gave her a wintry smile and fixed her with a stare.

  “Now, Janine.” Ori’s voice was low but full of threat and Janine sighed, pushing back her chair and getting up.

  “Wait here, please.”

  Oh, I will. Ori gritted her teeth. Janine disappeared into Janek’s office for a moment and Ori could hear her nasal whine through the open door.

  “Orianthi, come in, please.”

  Oh, no. “I’d like to speak to you out here, Congressman.”

  “I’m very busy, Orianthi. Please come in and stop wasting time.”

  Fuck. Sighing, Ori pushed past a smirking Janine, who closed the door behind her. Ori was alone with Tyson. He didn’t look up for a second, scrawling on a pad in front of him. “Sit down, Ori.”

  She stayed standing, and when he finally looked up, he smirked. “Still playing childish games, I see.”

  “Where’s AJ?” Ori was clenching her fists into balls, trying not to lose her temper. Tyson leaned back in his chair.

  “He’s safe. In a much better place than that two-bit facility he chose. Or did you choose it for him?”

  Ori gritted her teeth. “He’s an adult, Tyson. A legal adult. And even if he weren’t….”

  “… Even if he weren’t, he would still be my son, Orianthi. My son, my blood. Do you think you have rights over my son?”

  “He’s my brother.”

  “Half-brother.”

  “Go fuck yourself, Tyson. I’ll find him on my own.”

  Tyson laughed. “Such a potty mouth on such a pretty girl. And my, you do look ravishing … perhaps you have been away? Italy, perhaps?”

  Ori stopped. “What?”

  Tyson’s smiled dropped, and he suddenly stood and darted toward her. He gripped her hands and yanked her toward him. Ori gave a small cry of alarm. Tyson smiled.

  “I know where you’ve been, Orianthi. I know who you’ve been fucking.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed deeply. “You stink of your Italian billionaire; do you know that? Where was your concern for my son when you were spreading your legs for Maceo Bartoli?”

  Tyson slipped his hand between her legs, grabbing at her crotch. His other hand snaked around her waist tightly. Ori struggled to free herself.

  “Get off me, you bastard.”

  Tyson laughed, running his hands up and down her body. “This was mine well before he touched it,” he growled. “It belongs to me.” He stopped suddenly and ripped open her blouse. The wire she was wearing was pinned to her bra. Snarling, he grabbed it and yanked it free. Ori felt pure terror.

  Tyson grabbed his letter opener and held it to her skin. “Fucking little bitch. Think you can win against me? Let me tell you something, little girl. I can end you whenever I want, and they wouldn’t even find your body. No one would care. What would happen if I drove this into you right now? Would your bastard Italian come for me? Let him try.”

  Ori rammed her knee hard into Tyson’s groin, and he buckled. Furious instead of scared now, Ori pulled her blouse together, fingers fumbling at the buttons. “That’s the last time you will ever touch me,” she said, her voice shaking. “Now, where is my brother?”

  She knew Maceo had heard Tyson attack her, along with her wire being destroyed, and was on his way even now. It gave her strength she never knew she had. Tyson was recovering now, and he gazed at her with absolute malevolence. “I’ll tell you, Ori. I’ll tell you at the exact same time my knife sinks into your gut, you little bitch. When your blood is on my hands, that’s when you’ll know you will never be able to escape me. You’ll never see AJ again.”

  At that moment the door burst open and Maceo, all terrible beauty and rage, flew into the room and knocked Tyson Janek across the room. Ori grabbed Maceo before he could launch another attack on her stepfather. “Maceo, stop. I’m okay. Let’s go. This pathetic piece of shit isn’t worth it; we’ll find AJ on our own.”

  Maceo looked like he would like to pound Tyson into the ground but instead, he let Ori lead him out of the office. It was only when they reached the car that Ori started to tremble, as all the adrenaline left her body. As they drove back to the hotel, Ori told him everything.

  “He threatened to kill you?” Maceo was beyond livid.

  Ori gave a humorless laugh. “Not for the first time, Maceo. He’s been doing that since he first raped me.”

  Maceo launched into a torrent of Italian curse words, some of which Ori understood, but mostly she just let him rant. Finally, he looked at her. “I want to kill him.”

  She touched his cheek. “You and me both, baby, but it won’t help AJ. He’s the priority.”

  They stayed in New York for a week before finally catching a break. A woman, a secretary from Tyson’s office, called Ori from a payphone. “I know what that bastard is like,” she told Ori, “so please don’t let him know I told you this.” She told them where AJ was being ‘held,’ as she described it. “It’s not even a real place, just one of your stepfather’s tax wrangles.”

  Ori and Maceo traveled up to the place near Westchester with an entourage of Maceo’s staff. They outnumbered Tyson’s weak security team easily and then Ori was inside. She found AJ’s cell, appalled that he was locked in. The half-siblings hugged each other. Ori saw how much weight AJ had lost, and despaired. Her brother looked close to the edge

  “Come on. We’re taking you out of here.”

  Maceo had arranged for them all to go to his friend Alex Milland’s place for a time before deciding what to do next. “It will be safer for both of you,” he said to Ori and AJ, who smiled at him.

  “I like him,” AJ said with a grin and Ori flushed with pleasure. Maceo immediately fell into the role of big brother with AJ and Ori couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with gratitude.

  One afternoon, Ori was taking a nap. Maceo watched her sleep for a while, studying every curve of her face, every line, and the way her dark, thick lashes fell onto her cheeks. In his 39 years, he had never felt like this about anyone. It was overwhelming. He pressed his lips to her forehead, then went to find AJ

  He found him in Alex’s study, hunkered down with a pile of books on the table next to him. AJ grinned at him. “I hope Alex doesn’t mind.”

  “He wouldn’t. I’d hoped he’d be around more, but he’s so tied up in the investigation to find Viola’s killer.”

  AJ nodded, his smile fading. “Poor guy. Is that what the police came to see you about yesterday?”

  “Yeah, they wanted to interview everyone Viola was friends or acquaintances with. I knew her first, you see, before Alex.”

  AJ looked at him with interest. “I saw a photograph of her; she looks like my sister.”

  Maceo nodded. “The resemblance is uncanny, actually, not just physically but personality-wise.”

  AJ looked bleak. “Maceo, Ori told me that my father threatened to
kill her. I don’t doubt for a second that he’s capable.”

  “Nothing is going to happen to Ori, AJ. I promise you that.”

  AJ stared out of the window. “I keep thinking … I’m Ori’s only tie to Dad. If it weren’t for me, she could be free.”

  Maceo felt a jolt. “Kiddo, don’t think like that. Ori would take your dad’s abuse again and again as long as she had you.”

  There was a long silence. “He raped her.”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think she was protecting me by not telling anyone? The police?”

  Maceo felt awkward. “I don’t know.”

  Another long silence. “Dad used to get in these rages after Ori left home. He would rant and rave and drink himself into oblivion while completely obsessing about her.”

  Maceo got the feeling that AJ was trying to tell him something. “AJ, whatever you need to get off your chest, if you need it to stay between you and me, that’s okay.”

  AJ nodded, and in a halting voice he began to tell Maceo just how much of a monster Tyson Janek was.

  “You’re quiet,” Ori said as they got into bed that night. “Is everything okay?”

  Maceo tried to smile. “As long as you’re with me, it is.”

  He smoothed his hand down her side, feeling the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips. “Orianthi Roy, it’s been less than a month and look what you’ve done to me.”

  Ori smiled and pressed her lips to his. “Look what you’ve done for me. Thank you, Maceo. You’ve gone above and beyond for a girl you didn’t know a few weeks ago.”

  “That’s not possible,” he joked, but then gathered her to him. “Ms. Roy, you have changed my life.”

  “And you mine,” she smiled, as he rolled her onto her back, and wrapped her legs around him. Her body trembled at every silky touch of his hands and when his mouth found her nipples, she sighed and closed her eyes. God, this man. She gasped as his teeth grazed her nipples, one after another, then felt the thick, hot length of his cock against her thigh. How on earth could any woman let this man out of her life?

  Maceo kissed her belly then moved down so he could take her clit into his mouth. She tangled her fingers in his hair as his tongue flicked around her clit, then plunged deep inside her, tasting her, making her crazy. She barely had to recover as Maceo moved up her body and pulled her legs tight around his waist. His cock, huge and throbbing, slammed into her, and she moaned as Maceo rammed his hips against hers, every nerve ending in her body on fire.

  “Oh, god, Maceo….” She arched her back as she came, her belly against his, her vaginal muscles contracting around his cock, a hot rush overwhelming her, then the feeling of his seed spilling into her as Maceo groaned her name. She never wanted this moment to end, this perfect moment with this wonderful man.

  They fell asleep in each other’s arms soon afterward but, plagued by vicious nightmares, Ori slept badly and gave up at three a.m... Sliding carefully out of bed, she slipped into her T-shirt and shorts and wrapped her robe around her.

  She padded down to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator for some milk. Pouring herself a glass, she set it down on the counter to put the milk carton away, not seeing the man sitting in the corner of the room.

  “Hi, Ori.”

  She started with a small cry then, when she saw it was Alex Milland, she laughed a little. Hand on her chest, she smiled at him. “I didn’t see you there. Sorry, I was just….” She indicated the glass, and he nodded.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just for a moment, you looked just like her.”

  Viola. Ori’s heart twisted in sympathy, and she went to sit by him at the long kitchen table. “Are you okay? We were hoping to see you for dinner.”

  Alex, his eyes tired and sad, tried to smile. “More wasted time, I’m afraid. Did Maceo talk to the police?”

  “He did.”

  “Did you know he was the one who introduced me to Viola?”

  Ori nodded. “I did.”

  “I was thinking about that just then when you came in and it made me wonder. Your resemblance to her….”

  Ori suddenly saw where this was going and felt alarmed. “Alex, you don’t think Maceo could have had anything to do with her murder, do you?”

  Alex sighed and rubbed his eyes. “No, of course not. It wasn’t like that—more like, you’re obviously his type, so then why did he give Viola up to me?.”

  Ori tried to smile. “We aren’t the same person no matter how much we look alike, Alex.”

  “No, of course not. I’m sorry. I’m so tired that nothing makes sense anymore. Let’s change the subject … how’s your brother?”

  “Doing better,” Ori smiled at him. “I think he’s in love with your library.”

  Alex laughed. “Then he has good taste. You’re always welcome to stay as long as you like.”

  “You’re very kind. I really am sorry about Viola.”

  “Thank you.” Alex drained his glass of scotch and stood. “I’m going to try and grab some sleep. See you in the morning.”

  “Good night.”

  Alone, Ori wandered into the living room and slipped through the French windows into the garden. The grounds were beautiful, but now, here in the moonlight, Ori felt as if she were being watched. Was it just paranoia? She had kept the shock of Tyson’s threats internalized for the most part, not wanting to goad Maceo into doing something that would get him into trouble. But she was under no illusions that her stepfather meant her no harm. She could go to the press; her relationship with Maceo giving her some kind of credence, she supposed. The feminist in her cringed at that, but it was true. Maceo was as powerful as Tyson, if not more. His backing would mean they could take down Tyson—but there was still AJ to think about. He was Tyson’s son, and Ori would hate to see him hounded by the press.

  Sighing, she went inside and went to bed, snuggling into the warmth of Maceo’s arms. Tonight was not the night to try and figure it all out. She was asleep long before Alex Milland opened the door to their room and looked in on them.

  “I want to find another facility,” AJ told them over breakfast. “Somewhere that’s hardcore, that Dad can’t finagle his way into. I truly believe I can get past all this crap if I get the right help.”

  Ori put her hand over her brother’s. “Whatever you want, AJ. I’m here for you.”

  “We’re here for you,” Maceo corrected with a grin. “You deserve the best, brother, and both of you … you’re not to worry about the cost. I have it covered. Just pick the best one for you, AJ, and we’ll get you in there as soon as you want.”

  Ori, too emotional to speak, hugged Maceo and he kissed the top of her head. AJ looked at him admiringly. “Maceo, man, I don’t know how to thank you.”

  A look passed between the two men of understanding, of brotherhood. Ori was aware they had talked, but she didn’t want to intrude. She looked up at Maceo as AJ started to talk to Alex, and she pressed her lips to his. “I love you,” she said quietly, and Maceo chuckled, his eyes shining.

  “Ti amo,” he murmured against her lips, and her heart soared. Maybe everything would be okay, after all.

  A week later—God, had it really only been three weeks since they met?—they were on their way back to Italy. AJ had been transferred to a facility in California and although Ori was reluctant to leave him, AJ had insisted she go back to her new life, her new job.

  “Try not to dwell on Dad,” he said. “He can’t touch either of us now. Maceo is a good man. Enjoy yourself, Ori. You deserve every happiness.”

  Sometimes AJ seemed much wiser than his eighteen years, Ori pondered now as she sat beside Maceo on his private jet. Now her thoughts were turning back to her new job—and her old friend. Lucia had returned from Monte Carlo and had been amazed at Ori’s news. Ori omitted the part where she and Maceo were sleeping together—and in love, Ori grinned to herself now. She wanted to tell Lucia that particular news face to face. She wondered if Lucia would be happy for he
r, or whether her friend would remonstrate with her for falling for her boss after Lucia’s warnings.

  She looked over at Maceo now. He looked glorious—but tired. He hadn’t been sleeping well, she knew, and deep inside, she was worried because it seemed like it had been since the I love yous that he’d been restless. Was he regretting showing his hand so soon? He had said he was ready for commitment, but maybe it had all been too much. Her stepfather, AJ, the thing about Viola … it was a lot to put on a man who only a few weeks ago had been carefree and screwing his way around the world’s most beautiful women.

  Ouch. Ori pushed that thought away. No. Don’t dwell. Just live and love and everything will be okay.

  Maceo looked up and caught her watching him. He grinned, and her insides went to mush. “Are you all right, bella?”

  “I’m with you. Of course I’m okay.”

  Maceo put his laptop down and slid next to her, taking her in his arms. “Il mio amore, when we get back to Venice, I would like you to move in with me. I want to know you are safe every minute. I want you to feel safe. And loved. Above all else, loved.”

  Ori was floored and suddenly nervous. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  As she looked into his sea-green eyes and at their honesty, she knew what her answer would be.

  Lucia rolled her eyes but hugged Ori anyway. “I might have known. For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen him like this before, so I guess it must be love.”

  Ori was relieved that her friend was okay with her sleeping with her boss. She and Maceo kept things professional at the office, and she was grateful that she was learning from him too. She saw the way he dealt with his clients. He was definitely on the side of the artists and got them the best deals while maintaining good relationships with his buyers. His team, too, was ultra-efficient, and Ori found them all inclusive and helpful. Even Cassie had seemed to change her mind about Ori, and now she enjoyed the other woman’s company. They would often go for lunch together and talk about back home. Cassie was from Virginia, a Rhodes Scholar and art historian by education.