Money Man (Woolf Tales Book 3)

by Viva Gold

  “Monsieur Tal?” a sweet, sleepy voice made me look up. Bastien was leaning on his elbows staring at me.

  “Morning.” I smiled at him. He chewed on his bottom lip as if uncertain of what to do. “I’m indulging myself; do you mind?” Bastien blushed and shook his head. I licked my lips and placed them around the head of his cock. He gasped. I swirled my tongue making sure to lap at his sensitive spots.

  “Oh, mon Dieu!” I looked up to see Bastien’s long dark lashes flutter as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I chuckled at his reaction because I’d barely gotten started. I released his cock with a wet pop. Bastien flopped to the mattress flinging one arm over his eyes. It was amazing that after all he’d been through, he could still be bashful. I was glad for him that his past experiences had not ruined his appreciation for pleasure through sex. And I intended very much, for him to enjoy all of my finely-honed skills.

  Without warning, I sucked the length of him into my mouth. Bastien’s hands flew to my hair and he pulled. The sting made me groan sending vibrations through his cock that had him keening. I was thrilled with his expressive reactions, but I had to pull off.

  “Don’t pull my hair so tight, little one.”

  “Ssssorry. So sorry.”

  I frowned at Bastien’s anxious tone.

  “I’m not telling you off. It was a request, ok?”

  The boy relaxed and I decided to plough on to rid him of any negative thoughts. I circled the base of his cock with one hand while my other fondled his balls. My mouth sucked greedily on his shaft. Bastien wriggled and cried out. His sex noises were both adorable and highly erotic. I rutted the mattress to give my own cock some much needed friction.

  Using every one of my tried and tested fellatio techniques, I managed to make Bastien climax in under ten minutes. He was unbelievably exquisite in the throes of orgasm causing my own excitement to spike. I quickly got up on my knees and jerked myself off all over his stomach. It was fast and messy and utterly fucking sexy seeing him covered in my come. I laid myself on top of him, squidging the mess between us. Bastien screwed up his nose, obviously not impressed with my laddish behaviour.

  “That’s gross,” he muttered.

  “Hmm. But I like you all dirtied up with my spunk.”

  Shiny amber eyes narrowed at me. I felt his hand between us, then watched with utter fascination as he dipped two come covered fingers into his mouth. My poor laboured cock twitched as his pouty lips sucked on his hand.

  “Jesus, that’s fucking wrong.” I shook my head.

  “Monsieur?” Bastien queried around his fingers.

  “Tal.”

  “Tal?”

  “No one as innocent looking as you should be so fucking slutty.”

  “But you Iike it, non?”

  “Non. I mean yes – yes, I like it.” I nodded eagerly.

  Bastien grinned. “Good to know.”

  We showered together which resulted in me pinning him to the tiles and sucking him off again. This time he repaid the favour leaving the two of us resembling a pair of limp noodles as we tried to dress for breakfast. Even so, I felt better than I had for years, and the threat of Doron Sagall was the furthest thing from my mind.

  “Bas, can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.” He was dressing in his clothes from last night, as we were in my room.

  “You can say no, but I wondered if you would accompany me to a wedding?”

  Bastien eyebrows threatened to disappear into his hairline. He grinned excitedly at me. “I would love to.”

  I held up a hand to him. “Hold on, I need to explain before you agree so easily.” I gave him a bit of background, including my cloying mother.

  “She sounds like she loves you very much.” Bastien sounded wistful. I could see he was trying hard to hide his emotions from me which pained me more than I would have believed. I moved to him and cupped his chin.

  “Don’t pretend you’re ok when clearly something has you upset.”

  “It is not your burden.”

  “My burden? Is that how you think I see you, as some kind of pitiful rescue job?” Bastien chewed on his lip again which irritated me this time. I yanked it out of his mouth. “I like you Bas, probably more than I have ever liked anyone, especially in such a short amount of time. If this is to work, though, I can’t be doing with any ‘woe is me’ behaviour. It’s not how I perceive you. Are we clear?”

  Bastien sunk to the bed. He rested his elbows on his thighs and stared at the floor, clearly unhappy with the way the conversation was going. I felt way out of my depth. I sat down next to him and rubbed his back waiting for him to speak, hoping I hadn’t ruined everything already.

  “You are too harsh, Tal.” My stomach churned in despair at his accusation. “I cannot change overnight. I am too troubled. I’m trying to get to a good place, but I can’t promise not to disappoint you along the way.” Bastien twisted his head to me. “If I come across as, how did you put it, ‘woe is me’ then it is because I cannot always shake off my insecurities so easily. It will take time; it’s up to you if you stick around.” He may have been young, but he was fiercely independent and quite evidently not looking for my approval, just my understanding. I felt like an utter piece of shit.

  “Fuck.” I held my head in my hands. “I apologise. This is new to me too. I don’t want to upset you though, so if I say something that pains you, I need to know.”

  “You mean, like I did just now?” Bastien replied with a hint of sarcasm.

  “Yes, absolutely, baby.”

  Bastien’s eyebrows raised at the endearment. I squirmed a little bit. Affectionate terms did not normally come so easily to me. He sighed. “Your mother?”

  “Yes…” I answered hesitantly, wondering where the conversation was heading.

  “You speak of your mother with much love and affection. You pretend to be annoyed with her, but I can see it’s not your true feeling.” Bastien sat up before continuing. “I have not seen or spoken with my mother since I was fourteen. I am now twenty, as you know. That is six years of my short life.”

  The bitterness in his voice tugged at my heartstrings. “I’m so sorry. It must have been awful to lose her so young.” To my horror, Bastien laughed. It was not his usual joyful sound.

  “Lose her?” he sputtered. “She did not die!”

  I was momentarily confused until the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. “She fucking ditched you?” Every fibre of my being thrummed with anger.

  “My own mother threw me out when she discovered I was gay.” Bastien’s eyes shone with unshed tears. “I was a child, but she cared more about how she would look to her friends and church, than for her son. My father did nothing to stop her because he despised the fact his only son is gay. I was cast out onto the streets with nothing but a few Euros, which is where Henri found me.”

  Bastien didn’t realise he was crying. His face was a mess of tears and snot, but instead of being repelled, all I wanted to do was comfort him. I held out my arms – he had to choose to come to me; I wouldn’t force him if he didn’t feel he could find solace from me. I held my breath for the split second it took for him to fling himself into my embrace.

  “I’m not very good at this relationship shit, but Bas, I’m never going to intentionally hurt you, I promise.” I felt him nod against my chest. He was all snivelly and snotty, but I didn’t care. “So, you’ll be my date for the wedding?”

  “You still want me to?” His eyes were wide with hope and I couldn’t resist kissing him. When we both needed to take in air, I told him how special I thought he was and how proud I would be to have him as my guest.

  9

  Breakfast was in the dining room. By the time Bastien had composed himself and run to his room for a fresh change of clothes, we were the last to arrive. I received some fairly intense ribbing about the previous evening, but it was all given in good spirit. G & T were especially pleased for me. I pulled Izzy to one side.

  “Isadore
Woolf, my friend, and now apparently my Dom,” I told him. He chuckled.

  “Tally, my dear, you have no concept of what it means to be submissive, therefore I cannot be your Dom. Last night was merely a sexy scene between friends.” He slapped me on the back. “However, now we need to discuss more important matters. Are you ready to come to my office and get going on the downfall of Doron Sagall?”

  We flew in Izzy’s helicopter to his office in the City of London. There was a landing pad on the roof of his building which meant no one would see me arrive. We’d spend the day working, then return to Greenall Manor for dinner.

  “Tal, this is Hayley. She heads up my financial team.”

  I shook Hayley’s hand. The woman must have been in her forties, but was as fit as fuck. She wore a tight black skirt and jacket that accentuated her God given curves to perfection, yet she looked professional to a T. Her feet stood in shiny black heels and she wore delicate, subtle jewellery. Her left wrist was adorned with a sleek steel Bulgari watch and a huge diamond solitaire sat next to a plain white gold band on her wedding ring finger. Her hair was a tumble of brunette waves, clearly styled by someone who knew what they were doing, and her make-up was elegant and natural looking. This woman was pure class.

  “Mr Roth, Mr Woolf has brought me up to speed on your…situation.” She smiled tightly at me and my pucker twitched in fear. I wondered if in another situation she might be Izzy’s equal in the D/s scene. She would look phenomenal in leather and latex. Izzy shoulder bumped me to gain my attention. I cleared my throat.

  “I’m grateful for any assistance you can give me. I’m not too sure where to start.”

  Hayley launched into a detailed explanation of the possible ways to bring Doron down. It involved a complicated anti-extortion plot that had me trembling. I wasn’t out of my depth by any means; I had extensive knowledge of all things money oriented, but it was dangerous. Sagall was a big player with connections world-wide. I imagined he could crush me and Izzy, without breaking a sweat. Hayley didn’t sound too confident either, which worried me.

  The doors to Izzy’s boardroom swished open and G & T strolled in. They looked mighty fine dressed in expensive grey suits. They greeted us and took a seat. Jason had also joined us and I was intrigued to see the professional side to him. Hayley stood at the head of the table. All heads twisted towards her. “I’ll get straight to the point.” She clasped her hands displaying short red manicured nails. “The only way I can see us getting Sagall, is by trapping him. We need Mr Roth to meet with him wearing a wire.”

  G bolted upright from his relaxed position.

  “No. That’s not happening.”

  T nodded in agreement. “You were supposed to be finding a financially oriented solution.”

  “There isn’t one,” Hayley retorted. “Sagall is sewn up pretty tight. We’ve had the best experts trying to hack his accounts, but they’re proving to be impenetrable so far.” G & T asked who had been on it and when they heard the names, they slumped in their seats looking pretty defeated. This did not bode well with me.

  “Surely, we can prove the policies were for fake employees,” I remarked.

  “That’s not the point. We know the policies are fraudulent – the issue is that you were aware at the time of making the applications.” Hayley was a touch patronising but I conceded I was being a little ignorant. “We need to come up with a new business proposal that you can pitch to him. Don’t forget, he has no clue you are on to him. He’ll merely assume you’re hard at work like the loyal broker you have been all along.”

  “I don’t see how that’s going to get him arrested,” I countered.

  “It has to have less than legitimate aspects. You have to convince him that by stepping just outside of what is legally acceptable, his fortune will be enhanced massively. He’s a greedy son of a bitch by all accounts; I’m sure he’ll bite.”

  “Once he agrees, we can go to the authorities. Hopefully, at some point he will confess it’s not his first rodeo,” Izzy finished off.

  “It’s a stretch,” T argued.

  “We’ll work with you to make this happen,” G continued. “But rest assured; any hint of danger and mission terminated.”

  I wanted to laugh, but their expressions were deadly serious. It occurred to me to be grateful they were on my side and not the other.

  Izzy’s face was a mask of displeasure. “This is not at all what I had in mind.” He frowned at Hayley. “I have to admit to being disappointed you didn’t find a legitimate route to his downfall.”

  Hayley looked decidedly pissed off but managed to cover it up well. “Mr Woolf, I can assure you, if there was a way, I would have found it.” Her smile was partly a sneer. I was shocked at the patronising tone in her response. Izzy’s expression reflected my thoughts. I sensed this was not their usual dynamic, but put it down to stress. I was keen to remove myself from the slightly toxic atmosphere, deciding it was my presence making it worse.

  “I need to go to my office,” I told them. “I’ve given everyone the day off today. I used the big win in court as an excuse to take an annual leave day, but there’s stuff I have to do and I need to make sure the staff are set up for the week.”

  “We’ll take you,” T replied. He must have sensed my reluctance to be babysat. “No arguments, Mr Roth. We do this our way, or not at all.” The tone of his voice and his reference to me as ‘Mr’ told me all I needed to know about how deadly serious he was. I nodded tersely and got up to go.

  We rolled in to Soho Square in G & T’s massive black Range Rover. I indicated my parking space just outside the entrance to my office. Roth Insurance Services was based in a big old townhouse that had cost me a fortune in rent, but was ideal in terms of size and location. I loved it and planned to buy it one day.

  G parked the car and I hopped out of the back.

  “Wait!” T shouted at me and I pulled up short. Together, the three of us approached the door of my building. I took out my keys, but when I went to put them in the lock, the door opened on its own. My stomach dropped.

  “What the fuck?” I pushed opened the door and legged it up the stairs before they could stop me. “Noooooo….” I cried when I saw the devastation that greeted me. My entire office space had been turned over and destroyed. I moved towards my personal office but a large black hand gripped my shoulder, halting me mid-stride.

  “Let T go first,” G berated. I reluctantly agreed.

  “Shit!” I heard T curse from behind my door. “Motherfucking cunts!”

  “That can’t be good.” I looked at G who grimaced. “Let me go, please.” He released me and I walked slowly towards my office. T was standing in the middle of the chaos. It took a little while for my brain to catch up with my eyes at what lay before me. All my papers had been scattered. My desk had been broken in two and all the other furniture damaged beyond repair. But what really stole my breath and brought me to my knees were the bright red swastikas decorating the walls. Graffiti had been sprayed on the windows with “Pig Jew Cunt” emblazoned for all to see. Tears stung my eyes. This was too much.

  Behind me I could hear G speaking hurriedly into his phone. Before me, the way T shifted awkwardly captured my attention. I would have expected him to try and comfort me, yet he hadn’t moved from the same spot I found him in when I entered.

  “Tal.” He spoke directly to me, but everything was hazy and I could barely focus. My breath was coming in short pants and my knees were trembling. This was personal for sure. “Go back to the main office, man.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Why wasn’t he moving? He was stood stoic in front of what remained of my desk.

  “Move,” I ordered, sounding a lot more confident than I felt.

  “No,” he replied.

  “What are you hiding?” I hissed at him.

  “Nothing you need to see.” T softened his expression. He looked incredibly sad which only served to make me more curious. Ignoring his warning, I marched over to him and tried to push him aside. He was a
fucking man mountain; completely immovable. He grabbed my biceps and held me still. “Don’t, Tal. It’s nasty and not necessary for you to see. Believe me.”

  I looked him in the eye. I was beginning to get angry and my adrenalin had kicked in. I was not afraid of a challenge and whichever anti-Semitic bastard had decided it was a good idea to fuck with me, would soon learn that the time for Jews to lay down passively, was long over.

  “Move. Your. Arse.” I told him in a strong and steady voice.

  T studied me for a few moments. Whatever he saw in my expression, made him release his death grip on me and step to one side. What was revealed stole my breath and I fleetingly regretted not listening to his advice, but then an enormous, overpowering feeling of rage kicked in, making me roar at the top of my lungs.

  “I’m going to fucking kill them!” I spat. I was in an absolute fury. I didn’t know who they were, but the day they decided to leave a de-capitated pig’s head on what was left of my desk, was the day they signed their own death warrant. A storm raged within me fuelled by a sudden rush of adrenalin followed by an intense desire to escape the cloying confines of the destruction surrounding me.

  Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned and ran out of my office. I wasn’t sure where I was going, but of course, I didn’t get very far. G blocked my way and T brought up the rear. They crowded close until all I could see, smell and focus on was their big bodies crushing me between them. I trembled in their embrace wailing at the injustice of it all. And for what? Purely for being Jewish? I couldn’t make any sense of it. My legs gave way and before they could catch me, I sunk to the floor. I drew up my knees and folded in on myself feeling utterly defeated despite my earlier pledge for revenge. The frustration threatened to overwhelm me.

  “Hey.” Moments later, Izzy was crouching down before me. He cupped the back of my neck grounding me. ‘Breathe, Tally.” Something in his voice made me look up and what greeted me made me shudder. Isadore Woolf was severely pissed off. “G, T, call Liam and Rob. I don’t want any other coppers involved for now. It will only bring unwanted attention. Then get this mess cleared up. No noise; no fuss; understand?”