It's been two years since everything was taken from his world. Now in one phone call, he must go back to where it all happened and face his demons. He must protect the one person he never thought would ever cross his path again. Can he get past his...
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A year after Catherine's death...
I stood in my bar watching the woman dancing in front of me. She was an attractive brunette with curves and a killer ass. I took a drink of my whiskey and kept my eyes on her. I was waiting for my second in command, Jacob, to meet me so we could discuss the problem that needed to be dealt with. The woman walked up to me and pushed her body against mine as she whispered in my ear. "Do you want to go have some fun sexy?" I pushed her off of me.
"Can't you see I'm busy. Go fuck with someone else." She turned and walked away in a huff. Stupid bitch, I need to stay focused right now. I heard laughter from behind me and turned to see Jacob standing there.
"Man, you sure know how to piss a woman off. You're a real ladies man."
"Shut the fuck up Jacob. What took you so long?" I snapped.
"I was running down some leads on the Mendoza's they should be easy to take down." I nodded at him and went back to my whiskey. The Mendoza's had moved into my territory about a month ago and started to sell drugs on my corners. That wasn't enough at first, to make me want to mess with them, but then they attacked some of my men one night and that wasn't going to fly with me.
"We will move on them tomorrow night. Dillion found where they are holding up at. It is a small place so we should be able to get in within a matter of minutes." Jacob looked over at me and nodded. "In and out no one left alive. You don't mess with me and live to tell about it."
Jacob left me in the bar and I turned back to my whiskey. I was running through the plan for tomorrow night in my head when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Hey, babe, what brings you here tonight?" I turned around and saw Aliyah, she was just one of the few women that I kept around on a normal base. She was five foot six, chestnut brown hair, big brown eyes and full lips. Her body moved perfectly to the rhythm of the music as she walked closer to me.
"Well Aliyah, I was here on business but now that you're here why don't we go back to my place." She placed her arms around my neck and brought her lips to mine. I placed my hand on the small of her back and pulled her down on my lap. She giggled at me. "Let's go, babe, I have a problem that you can fix." I pulled her up with me as I stood and headed to the door as she followed close behind me.
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A/N: This is Aliyah.
When we arrived at my penthouse I lead her to my room. Aliyah was sexy as hell, but she was starting to get a little clingy and I don't do relationships. She knew this and for the most part, seemed to do as I told her. I had been trying to cut her loose but I always found myself going back to her when I needed to fuck. She walked over to the bed and turned her back to me. "Unzip my dress for me." I pulled the zipper down and watched as her tiny black dress hit the ground. Fuck, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her against my chest as my lips found her neck.
