Raze Hell

Chapter 3- Them

Camilla's POV--------------------

it had been 2 weeks, the day Neo was being release. i was so fucking glad it was all finished. i was driving to the prison to pick him up. it wasnt a thing i usually did for my clients but i was all about doing extra for the vip clients. if it made the Hounds react faster to saving my ass the i was going to do everything i possibly could.

i parked the car, fixed my jacket and headed to the prison house to sign him out. i had orgsnised everything so it was just a sign and a stamp and we would be out. A final end to the charade of interviews and meetings with Neo, and i would be finally done with the Hounds.

I waited at the waiting bay as they carted Neo to the front. He looked just as well as he did days ago. so musclular he could be one of those science replicas of the human muscle structure. his grey eyes captivating and dark hair just as unruley and long. he needed a hair cut.

"you need a haircut"

he chuckled, looking to the ground before locking into my eyes and licking his lips. the seductive bastard made bad hair attractive. he grinned widely " they think one haircut a year will limit me from getting my hands on anything sharp"

"did it work"

"na, but it was cute they thought it would" i grinned before turning to the clerk and signing him out

"well, your in my charge now, lets get you out of here." i heaved my extra large bag hanging from my shoulder open and placing the bag filled with Neo's personal items into it. we walked out of the office and down the hall. my heels clacking on the concrete floors brought back memories of our first introduction. this time i was in all black, with a pair of killer red heels. ide worn them as defiance. a little fuck you to Dylan, he didnt like me wearing my sex heels.

NEO's POV------------------------------------

she had these fucking tall and red heels that had me ready to take her with her shoes on. all in black, they stood out brightly, making her long tan legs go on for miles and the curve of her ass visible even through the thick black material of her office skirt. the exit i had wanted, spending my last few moments in this shit hole causing as much mischief as possible had been foiled by her ass and those bloody shoes. i wasn't mad one bit.

the feeling of the sun on my face as a free man was exciting. so was the fact i could now fuck my lawyer.

we walked to her car and i laughed out loud as i saw the baby pink fiat she was leading me to.

" i cant believe the first time i will be in a car in 4 years it will be this god damn pink thing" i circled the car, a finger dragging along the side as i looked into the interior, at least that was black.

"what, my baby is the best car in the world" she mumbled tenderly, unlocking the car and allowing me entrance. i tried to get in and couldnt fold my legs enough. i struggled for a moment as she buckled herself in and started the car. she looked up at me disaprovingly. " what are you doing, get in the car"

"I dont think i can" i chuckled out. i knew i was tall, but tall enough to not fit in a car was a suprise. she grumbled under her breath, muttering something about stupidity and her disbelief someone could be so incompeted and i grinned. she leaned over the centerconsul to the button under my chair and moved it as far back as it would go. her breasts almost fell out of the black buttoned blouse she wore, obviously forgetting to button the top 3 buttons, one of them being the one supposed to keep her rack in place. i was glad it didnt.

once again i tried to fold myself like a camping chair into the tiny car, she grumbled again watching me struggle before i cramped myself into the tight space. the hilarity of the situation suddenly found her and had her giggling as her arm reached over to buckle my seatbelt i had forgotten to do up. i grabbed her arm, clasping the buckle in her hand and leading it in the slot. i heard her breath catch in her throat as i released her hand and turned my attention to the road. she caught her breath and reversed the car.

"where do you want to go?" her voice was lower than usual, a sort of husk overlayed the usual soft and melodical tones. it was ravishing. i looked at her, scanned her from the tallest hair on her head to the flex in her toes as she drove, her eyes remained unmoved from the road.

"I dont know, i got Kane to sell my apartment while i was in and they have changed the address of the clubhouse so just go wherever you want" she grunted in response and without looking, turned the volume of the radio up, it was playing some new rap shit i hadent heard before. the only thing ide listened to was an old bloke in prison who would sing old country songs and a record player that only had old blues records to play. id gotton used to the realism in the music, this was an alarming change.

it was interesting driving around a town i knew but had changed so much. new streets and houses and resteraunts. a mcdonalds on one corner that used to be an old pizza shop. parks and field that where now subdivided suburbs. we followed down one of these new streets, took a turn and parked out the front of a modern semidetached home at the end of the street. it was modern, all dark concrete and white finishes. Camilla got out and grabbed her handbag from the back seat. the bag was so large it could have held a body. the information in my own personal items she held in there definetly did hold information on some bodies. for a moment i wondered what her reaction would be if i told her this. probably something interesting. her intruiging nature brought me back into relatity and called attention to the lack of knowledge i had on what was going on.

"where are we?" she led the way up to the front door, her hand scuffling around in her bag for a moment before she pulled a ring of keys from the depths.

"My house, i think we both need a drink" her voice grew softer as she advanced further into the depths of the houses belly. i followed like a dog and for a split second i was dissapointed in myself. then i remembered there was a chance she brought me to her home to fuck and all disapointed left as i quickened my pace.

"what have you got to drink?" i sat down at the barstools around the kitchen bench as she rounded into the centre of the kitchen, palms splayed onto the bench before looking up at me.

" whatever you want, i have quite a variety" she opened up multiple cupboards revealing shelves heaving with liquor bottles and spirits.

"Scotch, nothing like a pretentous drink to comemorate this fantastic moment" i chuckled out, and she grinned, nodded and grabbed the glasses.

"the rocks?" i nodded. she filled the glasses with ice and turned to the cupboards, lifting bottles down and trying her hardest to reach the furthest bottle on the shelf. she struggled for a moment and i watched her give up and look at the bench. watched her mind tick over as she considered the liability of trying to climb onto the bench to get the bottle. i chuckled before hopping off the barstool and rounded the bench, grabbing the scotch bottle with ease and cracking it open. i handed it to her, intentionally grazing my fingertips against the tender skin of her wrist.

she poured the glasses, handed one to me as i sat back in the barstool. "To you finally being released and to me being the absolute best lawyer this side of the country" she grinned, flipping her hair to one side and leaning across the counter towards me.

"Cheers to that" the glasses clinked and we both took a swig. the scotch went down smooth and i caught her eyes and threw a grin she returned. my eyes caught her large breasts leaning against her arm which balanced herself against the bench. she was stunning and i was glad i was here. allowed to trace my eyes across her like a paintbrush. able to look at the volumptuous set of breasts she had. the hourglass figure she held and the roundest ass i had ever seen. i had never been a poetic man, but this women was making me want to write sonnets about the curve of her rack and what it would taste like.

she tapped away at her phone, texting Kane about how to deal with the convicted felon in her kitchen. i knew she didnt know what to do, like she was the lawyer and her client was in the kitchen and that client wanted to bend her over the kitchen bench and fuck her till she screamed. in my head i stood up and walked around the bench, kissed her till she was putty in my hands and fucked her over the bench. I took a sip of the scotch and let it burn my throat instead.

she looked back up at me from her phone and sighed. ' Kane will be here to pick you up and take you to the club house in about 2 hours, you are free to chill here if you want or we can stop off at the shops or something if you need." she rounded the corner of the bench and sat in a barstool one away from mine.