I tried getting his face out of my head.
His clear peanut butter skin was clear except for acne on his lower jaw and a small scar next to his eye.
Even when I was mid-fuck with one of my regulars, his face wouldn't leave my head. His voice played in my ear; clear, soft, but had a firm element. He spoke eloquently; he had all the things you would expect of a college graduate.
"Milo, Milo, Milo," I said, thinking about his smell. The scent of vanilla and eucalyptus clung to his clothing. He was a force. When he stared Opal down at gunpoint, I knew I would have to know more about the kid. He only looked six years younger than me but had about as much wisdom as I did. Milo was the strategist I needed in the organization.
Seeing Aurelio was also a treat. I laughed in my hotel room thinking about the times our arguments would end in us in bed. The good times, just us, a willing bottom, and our emotions turned up to the max. We had worked so well until we didn't. I would be a liar if I said I didn't miss those times. I could tell Aurelio missed how we used to be since he had partnered with the ideal third for us.
Aurelio was a major alcoholic when he was lonely, he had been out of control growing up which landed him in the middle of nowhere Tennessee. I had wanted to meet Milo to make sure he was not taking advantage of the obvious character flaw. I couldn't find anything alarming. When I saw Aurelio not drunk, I knew he was serious about Milo.
Getting out of bed, I walked to the bathroom and took a piss. My head rolled back as I relieved myself, thinking when I wanted to head over to the ranch. I hated the town Aurelio had settled in. It was too hot, empty, and boring for me to consider as a home. I lived in the middle of the mountains in northern Mexico and still found San Angelo more remote than my plot. I also hated Texas since it was where my family had settled. There were too many memories floating around.
When I finished pissing, I washed my hands and brushed my teeth before putting on an unremarkable outfit since anything I normally wore would have drawn too much attention. We needed to blend into the community for the time being so a mustard shirt, blue jeans, and yellow shoes had to do. I hated dressing down; my dad taught me to never wear rags when you were royalty. I lived like royalty, except I ruled the underbelly of society. I left out of my room after tossing some money on the bed for the cleaning crew.
I was not a fan of driving in unfamiliar places, so I called a car to the hotel. While I waited, I went to the bar that had opened at noon, so well over two hours ago. I ordered a basic margarita to cool me off before I went into the dry heat. The bartender was the man I had bent over the night before. He blushed when he saw me and made my drink without a word. He was unremarkable as soon as I left town I'd forget we were ever together.
The app dinged, letting me know the car was out front. I left a good tip and then left; it was a black Nissan. I got in the back and said hello to the driver, an older Black-American man. He talked about his kids while I drifted in and out of the conversation. He was nice, but I had a lot on my mind. He drove me all the way to the gates of Aurelio's ranch and I got out, thanking him for the nice ride and rated him highly.
The sun was unforgiving, I could feel myself sweat almost immediately. I hit the call button on the keypad and waited for an answer. They thought I had gone back to Mexico yesterday, but I had no reason to rush back. Aurelio answered by buzzing the gate open seeing me on the camera attached to a pole above the keypad.
"Wait behind the gate, I'll send a maid to pick you up," I annoyed him, for a hitman he had a terrible neutral voice or maybe I just knew him too well.
I walked behind the gate as it closed and looked at the long winding driveway. He had a good amount of land. Enough that if they raided it, he had time to rush out of the back safely. A beat up Ford truck rolled down and stopped in front of me. An older latina with her hair a mane of large curls was inside. "Gracias," I thanked her for picking me up. She smiled, showing all of her teeth, and drove back up to the ranch house. I thanked her a second time and handed her a hundred-dollar bill before walking into the house.
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Just Another Liar
ActionThey assigned Milo to do one job. One job, doing the things he wants most in life. Little did he know that this one job would challenge the way he views his life. Stauch codes have dictated how Milo Eaton has carried himself since a childhood traged...