Gangsta Mate (A werewolf/gangster romance)

Shailene

SHAILENE MONAGHAN

I was lying upon a table with a guy pressing down on me. His hands were underneath my dress and his lips on my neck. I stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of all the feelings. Lust, anger, desire, frustration, emptiness, passion. Still I felt weird, awkward. That’s because you don’t know this guy, bitch, I thought to myself. But it was better that way.

Call me a slut, whore, bitch or any other lowly female word you prefer. I know what I am. I let myself down at it but I don’t regret it. Even though it never surmounts to enough but that doesn’t mean I don’t like what this guy was doing to me. Oh, I liked it very much. I liked how guys looked at me, lust apparent in their eyes. I liked knowing how much they wanted to see more. How they seemed a little nervous or acted overly cool before they hit on me. How they looked like they have won some lottery when I responded. Sometimes, they walked upto me with an ego and a cool as if they deserve the best of the world, and they wanted me. How much they looked satisfied with themselves when I made them believe wanted them back; actually when I only wanted a night of fun, which I did get. Sometimes, I try to convince myself that it is enough. But it never is. I wanted more. And I definitely deserve better.

“Shailene!  Shay!” Not used to my name being called, my eyes widened.

“Hey, just stop for a sec.” I said. But he didn’t hear me as he continued kissing my neck.

“Shay! Get that drunkard off you!” The voice was Caden’s and her panicked voice made me push on the guy on top off me since Cade isn’t the kind of person to panic.

“Stop it. Get off me.” I said to him. He pulled back and looked at me with a drunken expression. “Want to take this someplace private?” He slurred, his eyes vacant. Vacant, of course. I was no one special to him and we'd never likely meet again. By tomorrow morning, I won't remember his face at all. And so would he.

I got him off me – with Cade roughly pulling him back by grabbing his collar - and stood up. Without bothering to straighten my clothes, I asked Cade. “What’s it, Cade?” An unsettling feeling fluttered in my stomach. Panic was written all over her pale face. Not a good sign.

“They were here. Iron Slash. Jude has Lennox.” She let out in between deep breaths.

What?!

“Not again." I shook my head. "Where are they?” I asked, fearing the answer.

“There was this guy - he looked really menacing - and he took them to a private lounge.” Cade answered, her gray eyes sad. I let myself take a breath. At least they were still here.

“You stay here and text me if they leave.” I knew Cade would prefer to stay out of this. Besides, Cade had enough shit of her own to take care of.

I walked to the place where red curtains were lined and a heavily-muscled man, dressed in all tight, black clothes stood the guard. A man, this would be easy. But what would I do when I get inside. I can’t snatch Lennox from a room full of gangsters without getting out alive. Worth the risk, I thought foolishly.  There are very few people who care for me and I won’t lose any of them.  And Lennox has suffered too much already.

I took a deep breath, and adjusted the neck of my dress by stretching it lower and making my ample chest more prominent. With that, I sashayed up to the guard. “Hey…” I drawled out sultrily as I drew a finger down his chest. My red nail paint shone in the heavy lights.

The man looked down at me, even though his expression was stoic, like always, I could see the flicker of desire in his eyes. “Can I help you?” He said in a heavy voice.

“Oh yes. Yes, you can.” My finger stopped at the waistline of his pants. “Come with me.” I pulled on the waist of pants, pulling him closer.

He looked around and then replied, “I am on duty. Can we do this later?” He almost looked nervous that I might decline.

"No." I said, never losing the sultry tone. I stood on my tip-toes, closer to his face.

“But I want you right now?” I pouted. He licked his lips. “Come with me.” I looked deep into his shallow eyes, our faces inches apart. He seemed to have stopped breathing. I sidled closer to him, his hands coming up to lightly touch my waist as if testing the waters.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t leave.”

“Even for a few minutes? I doubt anyone would notice.” I said, seductively biting my bottom lip. His gaze seemed to have glued to my lips. 

Smirking, I pulled back. I turned and slowly made my to the restrooms, making sure to wave my ass at him. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was following. I started walking faster and pushed open the door to the restroom, it was pretty much deserted except a stall from which moaning voices were constantly emerging.

I had to be fast. I quickly ran into an empty stall and picked up the porcelain cover over the flush of the toilet. Speed-walking back to entrance door, I stood ready and waited for guard to enter. The moment the door opened and the guard walked in, I swung the cover straight at his face. Groaning, he fell on the floor in a heap, pieces of porcelain surrounding him. I looked back at the stall where the moaning voices still emerged and was glad that they didn’t notice the noise. I walked over the bodyguard and bent slowly, taking caution. Who knows, he just might sit back up. I carefully reached for the holster on his belt. OMG, I’m touching a gun. Touching a gun! I pulled the gun out and held it in my both hands. It was heavy, I thought as I weighed the gun in my hands. I hoped I could take at least one good shot, because that was all I needed to end this once and for all. I stood up, suddenly more determined. Holding the gun in one hand and hiding it behind my back, I stepped over the huge heap of the guard. With my free hand, I pushed open the door and ran through dancing, sweating bodies to the red curtains.

I am coming, Lennox.