“Look, man, London’s great and she’s sexy as fuck. I can see it going somewhere in time. I’m not gonna rush it, just have fun hanging out with her like I am now,” I answer honestly. I know it might sound a little harsh but not everyone has a perfect relationship like Tate and Emily. He nods and responds like he knows what I mean. I have to stop myself from scoffing.
“I understand. I’m glad you two are having fun. I just don’t want something to happen and for it to become awkward for me and my Красота. I was hoping you’d be cool with London staying at the house all the time so Emily won’t go back to her apartment.” So he basically wants them to live with us until they get sick of each other. Well if that happens then maybe I’ll get my old best friend back. I smile and shrug while I press the weight up with my thighs.
“I don’t care if they stay. I’m sure once she gets a job then she will probably find her own place anyhow. How’s it going with you and Avery, Niko?” I turn to the big Russian and he smiles a little.
“Good, we are just having fun. I like the coffee shop she works at too. She can make some great coffee drinks,” he says with his accent coming out to play on certain words. I chuckle a little. Niko always appreciates the little things, it’s refreshing. He doesn’t act like he’s God with his nose stuck in the air like Tate has been lately. Tate was so against the life of the Mafia before, until Emily came around and needed help, then he embraced it. Now he’s acting like he had never turned his back on it in the first place. I turn and look Tate over when he asks about dinner. He’s a little bigger, but I’m catching up.
“I think we are grilling crab legs tonight for dinner, will you be home?” Tate asks between his leg sets. I think for a second and nod.
“Yeah, man, I should be. I’ll stop by the store and get some more beer before I head home later.”
“Cool, sounds good.” I have a relaxing workout. I’m slowly getting bigger. I don’t want to be buff or anything but I definitely want to be able to hold my own when I spar with Tate on our boxing days. I’ve always been somewhat in shape growing up. I played golf and was on the swim team. God, those were the days. I miss fucking the girls that worked at the country club when my father and I would go golfing on Sundays. I should stop in sometime and see who still works there. I get done showering and am sitting in my car about to head home when my phone rings. I look down and see it’s Tate’s dad, Konstantin. Weird for him to call me, it’s usually just a text from Hans.
“Sir?” I answer as soon as I hit the button on my cell. He takes a second and I wonder if he heard me, when he finally responds.
“Cam! My boy! How are you, good yes?” he asks in his loud, strong, Russian accent. I’m getting better at weeding out the words being around so many Russians here lately.
“Yes, sir, I’m doing well, and yourself? What can I help you with?” I’ve learned over the past few years that he likes everyone to get straight to the point. He pays me, so I conform to what he prefers. I still call him Konstantin though rather than Gizya or boss, but I think it’s because I’m around Tate so much.
“Good, good! I’ve heard my сын is seeing someone exclusively. Is this of truth?” he asks and I respond quickly. I try to not sound bitter but like she’s not of any importance.
“Yes, he’s seeing a little blonde mouse named Emily. He’s smitten. I think you will be meeting her soon.” I know he will be excited to hear the news. He wants both of his sons married and his family expanding.
“A mouse, huh? I heard she is more of a little blonde princess! I look forward to it; maybe I will have them come for dinner next week then. The shipment that came in yesterday, did you check the product?” he asks and gets down to business. I think about Hans’ text message I received earlier about the shipment.
“I am about to go and check it out right now on my way home as a matter of fact. I will tell Hans if there are any problems with quality or if I will have trouble selling any of it.” I help him with his drug sales to the wealthy folks of Tennessee. Tate isn’t aware I help his dad out, I’m sure it would cause a huge uproar. Tate tries to keep things less criminal and only deals in weapons distribution. He’s pathetic to think one is not as bad as the other. I guess sex trafficking would be worse, but people are the ones who decide to use drugs or guns. I am simply the person who finds the drugs they want. He has no idea that his dad is in charge of it all. He thinks it’s his uncle and the Bratva doing all the dirty stuff. If he only knew!
I drive over to Konstantin’s club, Core, and park in the gravel lot by the dumpsters like usual. I walk to the reinforced back door and enter my key code. It beeps and the electric lock disengages. I walk inside and Hans is at the back door waiting to greet me. He’s a large guy, around six foot or so and stocky. He has medium brown hair and blue eyes. He’s probably the smartest Russian I have ever met. Konstantin is business savvy. Hans has technical and street smarts, mix in my knowledge for quality blow and pills and we do very well together. Hans looks behind me then looks me over as he speaks.
“Cameron. How’s it going?” he asks. I’ve been noticing lately that his accent is getting weaker.
“I’m good, Hans, and yourself? You’re getting really good at losing the accent. If I wasn’t so used to hearing it, I probably wouldn’t even notice it,” I say as we walk down the hall to the safe room that holds the product to be split up, weighed, counted and sold. He smiles a little.
“Thanks, I’m working on it, and also not being so formal. The English language is so lazy. Americans short change the beauty of so many words.” I agree so I nod.
“Isn’t that the truth? Trust me; the wealthy learn a whole other language than the rest of Americans.” He just shrugs and enters his code into the new key pad. This key pad takes two codes at a time so there’s never anyone in there alone. Smart fuckers. I enter mine after Hans’ in order to get the door lock to open. I hear a loud click and then we are able to turn the door handle. I enter and my eyes get big as I take everything in.
“Wow, big shipment this time! Damn, this can’t all be blow and X, is it?” I turn and glance at Hans. I know my eyes must be bugging out a little to him too; but there must be many, many kilos of blow and I don’t know how many pounds of pills. The storage room itself is fairly big at twenty by twenty feet. Most storage areas are only like six by ten feet or so. He shakes his head and takes in the space.
“No, we also had to put a few crates of weapons in here. They wouldn’t fit at the other club. Relax, it’s still the same shipment as your usual, just more for the pill poppers you seem to be getting.” I visibly relax a little.
“Yes, the rich have an acquired taste for pills and cocaine. I like a little X myself if I’m going to be partying for a few hours, especially if I’m going to fuck. Rolling makes it so much better. You should try rolling sometime, Hans. It’ll give that brain of yours a break.” His face turns to a look of disgust.
“No thanks, I like knowing my body and what’s happening to it at all times.” He must get that from being paranoid around so many Mafia members. I shrug and smile.
“Your loss! I’m taking twenty pills for my personal use and two eight-balls of blow. I told Konstantin you would let him know how the product is.” I open the crates and take inventory. I weigh and sort everything out for dealers to pick up. I put my personal supply to the side. I bet London will roll if she knows I have some X, hell she might even like blow. She seems to be pretty wild when we party. If only I could get Tate to do some so he’d relax and get the stick out of his ass. I look at Hans; he’s standing next to the door and studying each action I make.
“Okay, Hans, everything is all set and ready to go as usual. I’ll text you with the specifics for pick-ups like normal, okay?” I make it to the back door and have to enter my code for it to open so I can leave. Hans speaks before I touch the keypad as I get ready to exit the building.
“Thanks, Cameron, I will text you soon.” We shake hands and I turn to the door.. I walk out and ge
t in my Porsche to go home.
“Hey, dumplin’, how was your day today?” I sit next to London on the recliner and pull her onto my lap. She giggles and squeals a little when I start to squish her into the chair. I always do this on purpose and it makes her laugh every time. I pull her all the way on top of my lap. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her shoulders. Besides the tank top she was wearing this morning, the only difference is she’s now got on some little yoga type shorts. I notice her shoulders look a little red and it irritates me.
“London, your shoulders are a little pink. Were you out in the sun again without sunscreen?” This girl is lucky she didn’t burn with the overcast skies today. She’s too stubborn to listen when I tell her to cover herself up. I may have met her when she wasn’t wearing a lot of clothes, but that was before we were staying together. She turns toward me and her eyes light up excitedly.
“I was out back playing fetch with Muffin for a while. He was being so silly and chasing after me if I didn’t throw his toys. He got worn out and took a nap on his dog bed, so I came back in after I finished my lemonade,” she says and gives me a little smile. I huff out a breath at her flippancy.
“Honey, please make sure you keep sunscreen on if you’re outside. I’d hate for you to get burned. Even now with the weather cooling off, the overcast sky is even more dangerous.” Didn’t her parents teach her anything when she was growing up about maintaining her health?
“Okay, Cam, I’ll make sure since it bugs you.”
“Good. Hey, did you end up finding a job?” I rub her thighs. Her skin is always so soft from the shimmer lotion stuff she uses. I pull her up off my lap and down the hall to my room. I sit down on the bed and tug her down beside me. This job discussion has been an ongoing argument between us. I grew up in a house where my mother was told to stay home. She wasn’t cooking and cleaning or anything, but it my father was expected to take care of her. My mother is always busy with various charities, her group of friends, and escorts my father to different functions. I guess I kind of expect London to do the same thing. The few girls I have dated have been wealthy and used to the same lifestyle. I just need to give her time to adapt.
“I was going to look but ended up having lunch with Emily and Avery. Those girls talk my ear off!”
“I told you that you should just concentrate on school and not worry about working right now. You’re staying here with us and have nothing to worry about safety wise or money wise.” I start to kiss her pink shoulders again. It’s one of my favorite places on her, so sexy. She’s a little curvier than my normal taste, but she makes up for it since she’s usually a lot of fun to hang out with. I’m not used to actually enjoying a female’s company past the bedroom, but I can talk with London for hours or stay up and party together.
“No way, Cam! I’m not going to be stuck depending on my best friend or on a guy. I’m completely done with my classes for this semester so I have plenty of time to work full-time until next semester starts. I’m grateful y’all are letting me stay here with Emily, but I plan to take over her apartment when she gives in to Tate and fully moves in.” She’s so stubborn it drives me crazy. According to Emily, she’s tame around me, but not tame enough. I’m used to women just submitting to me but London insists on fighting me at every turn about things like this. It’s irritating that she feels she needs this independent streak.
“You can’t be serious, London. You’re seeing me and you’re not going to be living in that dump.” It must be my tone or something because it stirs her up. I see her eyes blaze with anger.
“Since when did you become fucking king and get the privilege of telling me where to live? What makes it a dump anyway? You’re so fun sometimes, but other times I swear you need to pull that money wad out of your ass!” she yells loudly, fuming at me. I feel like I could pull my hair out.
“Grrrr! And you’re infuriating sometimes! Why can’t you just listen to what I tell you? I say it for your own good! The place is a damn dump and in an unsafe part of town. Believe it or not, London, but I have lived here for quite a long time and know the decent areas. And this fucking wad paid for your fucking dinner last night, so be a little grateful that I have it!” She has me so angry but also so turned on. She takes a deep breath to calm down once she realizes my demands are coming from being concerned about her safety. She looks at the floor for a second then begins to apologize.
“I am grateful for dinner, you’ve been kind and it came out wrong. I didn’t think that you were just telling me about the apartment because of the area, I thought you were throwing it in my face because it’s not nice like your house.” I shake my head at her as I walk toward her. I push her back onto the bed. I roughly pull her shorts and underwear down her mid-thigh. I bend her legs straight up so her pink pussy peaks through her thighs. Her eyes widen and she looks shocked like she wasn’t expecting it. I undo my button and zipper as I lean over her; before she can say anything I shove my dick deep into her. She gasps loudly and I swallow it as I kiss her. God, she gets me so wound up and turned on.
“Just fucking submit to me, London. It’ll make it so much easier if you just do as I tell you and let me take care of you like you should be.” She deserves so much more than what she has. I wish she would just let me show her. I may be really easy going when we have fun and go out, but at home and in the bedroom I like to be in charge.
“Oh, Cameron, geez that feels good, fuck me harder.” She wraps her hand around the nape of my neck and yanks on my hair. She wants it rough; I’ll give it to her. I grab her hands and hold them down above her head in my left hand. Her legs are draped over my left arm still secured together in her shorts wrapped around her thighs. I wrap my right hand in her long hair and tug her head back until her neck is exposed. I drive into her over and over, hard. She moans loudly and has her eyes glued shut the entire time.
“I said fucking submit to me, London! I run this show, I’m in charge. I fuck this pussy how I want to and you do as I say. You hear me, London, submit!” I demand in a strong, loud voice. She needs to learn what I want. I can make her feel good if she gives up trying to control everything. Her cunt starts to convulse and I grin while she begs. I love it when she begs me.
“Okay, Cam, Okay, I’ll submit. Gosh that feels great! Just don’t stop, please. Please!” Her eyes blink open for a second then slam shut and she looks as if she’s in bliss. She’s so hot, with those beautiful, exotic-looking blue eyes and shiny black hair. I start to feel my nuts tighten up and know I’m going to come soon. I pull a little harder on her hair.
“Tell me who’s in charge, London! Say it!” I pump into her harder so that my nuts smack into her ass each time I’m deep inside her. Sweat drips down my chest and forehead as I concentrate. I eagerly wait to hear her plead with me. I unwind her hair and use my middle finger to scoop up some of her pussy juice that’s leaking around my dick. I reach under her and press my finger deep in her ass. She cries out loudly then moans, while I pump it in and out of her tight puckered ass. Her pussy floods with wetness and she starts to come again. I watch her lean her head back and open her mouth in a silent scream. I pull my finger out of her ass and demand again.
“Say it now, London!”
“You are, Cameron! You, I promise!”
“That’s right!” I growl out and feel myself release inside her warm, wet center. I won. She finally gave in and gave me what I wanted.
Chapter 5
“So, Emily’s going crazy, I guess Tate told her they are going to dinner to meet his parents and he only gave her a few hours’ notice!” London giggles as she tells me about her afternoon helping Emily get ready for dinner this evening. She’s really excited and I smile at her. She’s adorable when she gets wound up about something that makes her happy.
“That’s cool. I think it’s a little too soon to be taking her to the parents’ house though,” I say and shrug. I would never take a female to meet my parents so soon. I need to make sure she can handle their expectations
of being involved with our family. My parents are very involved in upholding a good appearance and expect anyone directly involved with my family to do so also.
“What do you mean it’s soon? They’ve been seeing each other for a few months now. It’s already been one and a half months since I got here. Are you saying you wouldn’t bring me to meet your parents yet?” Great, now she’s putting me on the spot. I didn’t want to talk about Tate’s precious relationship in the first place. Now she’s turning this onto our relationship. I’m going to be honest with her about it but I know it will hurt her feelings.
“No, it’s way too soon to bring you to meet my parents. You know they have certain expectations about things like that.” She looks upset but it’s the truth. In all honesty, I don’t know if London will ever meet my parents. She’s not exactly their idea of a future daughter-in-law. She looks like she’s straight out of a pin up magazine; she’s extremely loud and doesn’t have a submissive personality. Maybe after we’ve been together for a while and she’s toned it down a little.
“Yeah, you’re right, I couldn’t care less. I like being able to do my own thing without relationship expectations.” Yep, she’s completely pissed. Whatever. I’m not wasting time dealing with her drama over this conversation.
“Whatever, London, I have stuff I need to do, I’ll be back later.” I take off out of the house and get into my car. I’ll head to Konstantin’s club and have a few drinks. It’ll kill a few hours and I’ll come back after she’s in bed. That’ll get me out of dealing with this shit. Our relationship has been getting rocky and this parents thing just stirred it up more.
Two and a half weeks ago…
“I can’t believe it’s already been two weeks since Emily and Tate’s accident. I’m so glad they are okay.” London says while we eat our lunch at McAlister’s Deli. I had the Club Royal and she had the regular club. She’s been eating everything in sight lately so I thought this would be a good, healthier alternative and get her out of the house too. She’s been swarming over Emily, taking care of her after their horrible accident. I still can’t get over the fact Emily has a twin sister she never knew about. How freaking creepy.
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