Young & Reckless

Chapter 4 - Samuel

Chapter 4- Samuel

 I'm at Talia's place again for a third night. She didn't want me to leave. After the cops came; she thought I could protect her and Jennette. I couldn't sleep, the moon was high and bright. Thinking of when the cops showed up, asking about the party. I hid back until they left. I knew them. They were the exact ones that arrested me. Talia moaned beside me, I turned over; the bedsheet slipped off her chest, exposing her bare chest. I smirked, leaning over to give her a chaste kiss. She turned over her butt to me now. I gave it a squeeze. I'm thirsty. As I exited, I heard the toilet flush. The door opened. I startled Jennette when she saw me. She wasn't wearing any pants, just her nightshirt and socks. "Oh, you wanna use the bathroom? I'm done." She pointed at the open door, pulling down her shirt. I've seen enough of her legs. I licked my lips and looked back at her face.

"Just getting some water," I replied. "You got something on your cheek." I gestured to my face, chuckling.

"It's probably drool." She wiped her chin, shuffling her feet.

"Can't sleep?"

"I can. Well, I've been tossing and turning. Busy day." she sighed, her chest going down. Nipples were hard.

"I can keep you company. Share with me and Talia." I smirked, moving up close. She backed her head away and scoffed.

"Goodnight." She passed me by, making sure she kept her distance and shut her door.

"Night." I breathed out, heading to the kitchen. I was this close. If I had met Jennette first, it would have been a no holds bar naked wrestling in the sheets. She was beautiful. Smelled good. Had a kind smile. When Talia gave me a view of her social media profiles art and her, it didn't do her justice. Up close, she had amazing skin and lips. If it were up to me, I'd want one night with no intentions or attachments.

I had my phone on vibrate, I felt in my pants, the sound was louder than my ringtone. "Yeah," I answered, coughing out the phlegm stuck in my throat.

"Did you ask her?" Damon questioned.

"Not yet," I responded. I opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. I cracked it open.

"He needs an answer by next month." He demanded. "He paid in advance."

"I know, I'm trying to pick my time to tell her."

"I already sent him the pics."

"You sent pics?" I spoke in a harsh hush tone. "How much did he pay?"

"I took them when we met at the party. He liked what he saw. I'll tell you when you tell her." I huffed, he was supposed to do that until I told Talia and then for her to convince Jennette. I drank the entire bottle, exhaled and threw it in the trash. "I feel like I'm kidnapping them."

"It's not a kidnapping, it's just for one night. After that, we get paid and we don't see him again."

"I'll let her know this weekend. Meet me tomorrow at the milk and honey cafe tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

"Talia has a photoshoot, meet me there at ten am."

"Whatever.." He hung up. I shook my head, licking my lips. I could tell her. She did have that photoshoot this weekend with Jennette. She gets in the mood after work.

"Sammie." Talia wrapped her arms on my stomach, kissed the back of my shoulder. "Come back to bed."

"Just getting some water, babe." I spun around, kissing her forehead.

"You might need more, I'm wide awake," she whispered and bit her bottom lip. I smirked, we tiptoed back to bed. I ripped off the sheets from her body. Ravaging her, nibbling her soft skin from head to toe.

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He's over twenty minutes late. I sipped from my mug. The waiter with red hair came back if I wanted anything. This was the second time and I'm on my third cup of coffee. I told him no thank you with a smile. What the fuck? Tapping my knuckles against the glass table. Checking my watch. 10:29. This motherfucker. He said he was coming. I texted him once more, flipping my phone over. I bit inside my cheek, the weather was warmer than usual. Looking around the crowd of others having breakfast. Some girls were smiling and giving me fluttering eyes. They were cute, looked young. I waved. I saw them titter and leave inside the cafe. I could tell him what was going on. If the cops met him yet. I thought of going to my apartment but the cops might be looking for me. His apartment was, I don't know. He moved again and didn't tell anyone. "Dude. there's no parking here." Damon sounded out of breath when he sat in front of me. He wiped his nose. "I had to park on the curb at the back."

"Where the fuck were you? I said ten," I said in a harsh whisper.

"I know. Traffic." His eyes were bloodshot, nostrils were red, and he wiped it again. His clothes were iron pressed. A black suit with no tie. No product in his hair today. Like he didn't have time to style it like he did.

"Are you high? In the morning?" I shook my head, he said he quit.

"It was just two bumps. I flushed the rest down the toilet. Why are we meeting here? We could have met at your place." He had a serious problem. All of his money went to his coke habit.

"We have a problem. Did the cops see you by any chance?"

"I haven't been home. I'm visiting my cousin."

"Don't bullshit me."

"May I take your order?" The same waiter with red hair came to our table asking Damon for his order.

"Orange juice, please," Damon answered in a rushed voice. The waiter nodded and walked off with a smile.

"Bro, someone died at the party," I whispered. "And two of our workers are missing."

"What? Who?"

"They haven't said. It's an investigation now. Judy and Sven are gone."

"What do you mean, gone?" He narrowed his eyes.

"They fled. The cops know about their hustle."

"They owe me money." He clenched his teeth, squeezed his fist, banging the table twice and groaned. A table beside us full of men in suits got startled and looked at us. I held up my hand and smiled.

"Calm down," I said in a casual tone. "If the cops come to you, just say you don't know anything. Ok?"

"You don't understand. I have 10 grand on the line."

"Damon, you didn't." I huffed, holding my head. If you ever watched the movie Snatch, there was a character named Franky Four Fingers. Whenever he made stupid bets with people and empty promises, a finger gets chopped off. Damon's lucky he's handsome and had all his fingers, all of them would be shaved to the nub.

"I was in a bind. I owe someone that owes someone else." He jiggled his leg under the table, the waiter arrived with a glass of orange juice. "Thanks." He pulled out a flask and poured some alcohol in the juice. "This was supposed to be payday for me. For us. You have to talk to Talia."

"You are unbelievable. One simple thing: no bets. And you do this shit."

"I will get it back. I need time. You need to talk to your girl. He called me again."

"I can't deal with you. I gotta go."

"Where?"

"Talia's photoshoot. Deal with your shit and call me." I rubbed my eyes, paid the check and walked off. Damon stayed, laying back on the couch in a contemplating position. I got in my car, looking for his vehicle so I wouldn't hit it. It wasn't here. He's a fucking liar.