Page 5 of Octavious
“Don’t look now, but there is a tall and dreamy man candy looking at you, sugarplum!” Iago’s positivity is thick enough for me to chew on it.
“I doubt they are looking at me,” I hiss back and toss back the rest of my 7&7.
He nudges me in the ribs. “He is sexy! I wonder if he wants to fuck me…”
I groan. I turn to look at who he is talking about before Iago plans on stealing him. He would have done that to me if Servos didn’t put him in his place and tell him he wasn’t going to fuck him.
I didn’t have to turn around in my seat to know someone’s behind me. A powerful sensation is behind me and my back straightens at the awareness. I can smell his strong manly scent and my lips curl into a silent moan.
“May I buy you a drink?”
Chapter Five
Octavious
“If you don’t get that gun out of my side, I’m going to be the one feeding you bullets,” I tell the person behind me with a vengeance.
I’m no pussy and I’m not going to be taken out in the ski lodge. Balak pulls his gun in a matter of seconds and has it on the man’s temple. I reach behind me and grab the gun on my side. With a twist, I have the gun now in my hands and I have it aimed at Jorge.
That rat mother fucker. “You’re going to pull a gun out on me?” I growl.
Jorge is the man who owned the ski lodge until he went default. He’s a dumb asshole who thinks his big name is going to solve his problems. Jorge is the son of Jorge Adamos who was a big boss in the underworld in Italy. The Adamos Family wanted to come over to Greece in hopes of spreading their name and control. Too bad for little Jorge, he spread his name a little too much.
Jorge is starting to realize how fucked he is. “I’m sorry, Octavious. I’m so fucking sorry I don’t have the money to pay you back and if you take my lodge, I will never have the money to pay you back.”
I nod like I’m considering the validity of what he is saying. Truth is, I have every intention of having him killed the minute we are out of the middle of the lodge. There are too many eyes on us.
I nod towards Balak. “Balak, take care of this.”
“Fuck! Octavious! Give me another chance-”
With a wave of my hand, Balak is pulling Jorge out of the center of the lodge. Normally I would be the one that is carrying out the hit. It would give me great joy to put a bullet in Jorge’s head. Why didn’t I do it?
My eyes are on this gorgeous brunette.
I leave Alek to handle the preparations and begin the walk over to the woman who my eyes have been on since she walked in. The closer I get to her, the more I see of her body. Her hips are perfect with just enough for me to grab onto. Her ass is smackable.
When I’m standing right behind her, I can see her body seize up a little at my presence. Good. I like a woman who is aware of me. I can smell her light and flirty airy perfume which is making me want to grab her by the air and bury my face into her neck.
And then bite it. I bet she tastes good.
“May I buy you a drink?”
The woman in front of me turns to the side to look at me and her eyes go a little wide. She’s looking me up and down with a smile on her face.
“I already have one.”
I smirk. “I know. What about the next one?”
The man that is standing next to her hisses at her petulance. “Sugar plum, let that sexy man buy you a fucking drink. Let him take you upstairs.”
I want to chuckle at his words.Thanks for the help, dude.
With that, her friend is leaving and we’re left alone sitting at the edge of the bar.
“I don’t even know you,” she whispers and looks at me with doe eyes.
“I think that’s the reason why we have a drink together. I’m not asking for your hand in marriage,” I inform her with cockiness dripping from my words.
