From her sounds alone, I’m spilling over my hands and dripping down my arms.
The thought of wasting it comes to mind as I’m cleaning up my hands in the bathroom and wiping my dick off to get dressed again. Should be stuffed inside her not swirling down the drain. I realize that I’m far gone already and I don’t want our call to be over.
Lying back onto the bed, I demand, “Tell me what you been doing all day,” caked up like a simp fool. I don’t care as she tells me all that she’s gotten up to in my absence.
Chapter 16
“Rocky, I need an update.”
It had been weeks since I felt safe to contact Liezel. She’s been holding everything down admirably, but I was the brains of this whole operation. I couldn’t wait any longer to check in with my team.
“I’m still following the plan as outlined. He’s noticing just how big the problem in Colorado is for him now. We can’t let up.” It was something I was counting on him to take issue with. The direction he took was outside instead of repairing from within.
I, more than anyone, would agree with him not repairing the partnership with the Lafayette family—only because Junior was still in charge. My shoulder ached recalling what it was like to dangle from that pipe the last night I saw him.
What he did to me was confirmation that this man had absolutely no understanding how to be a leader. He did not deserve anything that had been afforded him including, but not limited to, Blue Dupont.
I didn’t need further convincing when he turned my perfectly profitable club, The Chrome Flame, back home into what it is now. The gratitude I had for my foresight was never something I took for granted. I was able to get so many girls out of there before they got hooked on that shit and either lost their lives or became indebted to the monster, himself.
The work I’m doing was in large parts afuck youto Junior, and Senior for that matter, but also showing how undervalued we, as women, were. Dancers are more than just products, but we’re people too. People who hold far more power than they would like us to believe.
“So, just keep going as normal?”
Though she can’t see me, I nod my head. “Yes. I’m gonna see him tonight when he gets back, so I won’t be able to call you for a while. He’s reluctant to leave me alone after… Junior.”
Lee sighs on the other end of the phone before she adds, “It’s kind of sweet. Are you sure you can keep this up?”
“What?” I scoff, though it feels forced and a little fake. “You think him being somewhat decent is gonna ruin the mission?”
“Ruin it? No. But falling for him will make this much more complicated. He eliminated Jimmy Lafayette and Dejuan Jones. Jay Shorn is also MIA right now. It seems that he’s killed or made them all go missing.” She pauses and I consider her words. She delivers the next line with a punch. “You are the common thread for all of them.”
“Falling for him?” I echo back to her and my thoughts begin running. “He’s protecting his business the only way he knows how.”
“Or… Or he’s protecting the woman he has feelings for.”
Grimacing down at my phone, I don’t like what she’s alluding to. “Be serious, Lee.”
“I am. None of his actions fit the profile we made for him. He would never do this for a woman.” I sit back on the bed that he’s given up for me to sleep in.He gave up his room, so I would feel comfortable recovering here.I’m not going to point that out to Liezel while she’s already on a roll. “We couldn’t identify any consistent partners over the last four years. The only woman he is seen with repeatedly is his real estate agent and the relationship is not at all romantic.”
“I’m not falling for him,” I say, but the words taste more false. “I want to partner with him.”
Maybepartneris a more fitting word in more ways than one.
Falling for Blue is like being weighed down by the finest luxury all while gasping for air below water. The truth of what he is steals every good thing I’ve held onto about myself. Every little thing that I promised myself, I’d never compromise on.
How can I be a good person when I know how red my hands are by loving this man?
Falling into Blue? I shouldn’t.
Should not.
Does him saving me, giving me the life I want, excuse all the lives he hasn’t spared?
There’s good in him.
I know it.
But there’s bad beyond measure.