Page 24 of Bazooka

As if she could read my thoughts, she asked me an unanswerable question.

“How long will this situation with Luz go on?”

I made a face. “Until I find his attackers, I suppose.”

No one except Chief Bibb knew about my arrangement with his father, so I didn’t have a better explanation.

She cocked her eyebrows. “You know it can take forever?”

“Yeah, I know.”

She put her hand on mine, and I counted to five before I pulled my hand away.

“You have to do something about him, Levi. He’s exploiting you. You’re a good man, and you can’t see it, but everyone else sees it.”

I shook my head, not knowing what to say to her.

“You deserve a personal life, Levi. You deserve companionship, privacy, and intimacy like every other human being. Look… how about we go to my place? For one night, we could forget about things. Let’s have some fun. What do you say?”

Yeah, no. She seemed nice and all, but I wasn’t attracted to her.

In fact, I was completely indifferent to her.

I was indifferent to all people. Well, to most people.

There was only one person who could make me lose control, and it was one person too many.

Besides, I would never romantically entangle myself with someone at my workplace. It was just too messy.

I was about to refuse her when a strange man caught my eye.

He was standing on the street and peering into the bar, only to turn his back to me when I caught him staring.

He looked so preposterous that I first thought they were filming a movie outside.

He was dressed in a long yellow raincoat and sported a fedora on his head.

He wore large, oval-shaped sunglasses, although it was raining outside.

His mustache looked weird because it was hanging on one side of his lips.

When I caught a glimpse of familiar dirty blond hair under the hat, my heart skipped a beat.

“What the fuck?” I murmured, standing up.

The man panicked when he saw me move. He swiftly turned, only to collide with a cart filled with watermelons.

The boxes fell to the ground, and the watermelons spilled out onto the street.

I could see the driver screaming at the strange man, but the man was staring at me.

When the aquamarine eyes met mine, I felt such rage that I could barely see straight.

I’m going to fucking kill him. I thought. Then, I’m going to throw him out of my apartment.

Again.

Luz

My day couldn’t have started any better.

When I woke up in the morning, I could barely contain my excitement because…

Baz was into me . I was sure of it. No one could kiss you like that without fucking meaning it.

Hell, my lips were swollen for hours after he was done with them.

He kissed the shit out of me, and it lasted so long that I lost sense of time.

I just took what he gave me until I was drunk on his taste.

I didn’t want him to know it, though, so I put on my sunglasses before facing him.

We had a little chat in the morning, which went better than I expected.

Bazooka seemed a bit confused, but it was still early, and he wasn’t a morning person.

He didn’t comment on what happened last night, nor did I.

In fact, I decided it would be best to let things happen naturally between us.

With a first magical kiss out of the way, we could both relax and enjoy the process.

Taking things slow wouldn’t be my first choice because I wasn’t a patient guy, but I wanted to give Baz more time.

Then again, maybe he didn’t want to take it slow.

Maybe he wanted my body too much to wait.

He got a taste of Luz, and now he wanted more.

The thought made me chuckle, but it also made me think.

Just in case, I went to the bedroom and changed the sheets. I transferred the lube and the butt plug to the nightstand drawer, telling myself to calm down.

Stop being a slut, Luz, and chill out. Give the man time to think.

Needless to say, I was giddy the entire day. I cleaned the condo to give myself something to do, daydreaming in the process. I made curry chicken meatballs and pancakes, but all I could think about was that amazing kiss.

Because this will never happen again.

Sheesh. Of course, it would happen again, because that kiss was special. It made my toes curl. It made me think about weddings. It made me drunk with love because Baz kissed me as if he truly cared about me.

Finally, I sent him a text because I missed him like crazy.

Me: Hey .

Bazooka (the love of my life): Hey.

Me: How are you?

Bazooka (the love of my life): I’m fine. Is everything okay?

Me: Yeah, I’m making lunch.

I didn’t tell him about the pancakes. I wanted it to be a surprise.

Me: When you said never again, did you mean until my next birthday?

I would have added a winking face emoji, but I didn’t want to confuse him.

Bazooka (the love of my life) : LOL. Don’t make me laugh. I know you know it didn’t mean anything.

Very funny, Baz. Very funny.

Me: I miss you.

Bazooka (the love of my life): I don’t know when I’ll be back.

I frowned and decided to talk to Chief Bibb about this. Bazooka needed a normal routine, not working overtime every single day. It wasn’t healthy.

Me: Is everything okay?

Bazooka (the love of my life): Yeah. I’m having a drink with Patricia after work, so I’ll be late.

The longer I read the sentence, the less sense it made.

The longer I stared at it, the angrier I became.

I threw a glass at the wall, where it shattered into a million pieces, but it didn’t make me feel better.

After that, I went to the bedroom to change because I wasn’t letting that slut get my man. I would rather die.

My intention was to:

·Disguise myself (in a detective costume I’d bought last Halloween and that I brought here in case Baz and I wanted to engage in a little kinky role play).

·Arrive unseen at Pete’s (Jordan confirmed they were headed there because he heard them talk)

·Watch and observe (I doubted Baz would have anything to do with Officer Vile, even without me in the picture. He was probably just teaching me a lesson for whatever I did wrong, or maybe he was trying to make me jealous).

Things did not go according to plan. It was raining outside, and my fake mustache almost fell off.

I stepped into a puddle of rain, so my feet were wet while I stood outside of Pete’s for half an hour like an idiot.

Then Bazooka noticed me (of course) and all hell broke loose (of course).

I ran away, and it all led me to the present moment, with me hiding in the kitchen and dreading Bazooka’s arrival.

When the front door opened and closed with a slam, I gulped nervously.

“Luz! Where the fuck are you?”

I heard him stomping toward the bedroom and the door slamming into a wall when he opened it.

“If you’re not here, Luz,” Bazooka bellowed, and it sounded as if he were in the bathroom now. “If you’re not here, I will find you. And when I find you…”

I knew the kitchen would be the next place he would check, so I stood behind the table, hoping it would shield me from his rage. When he entered the kitchen, I regretted every decision I’d made lately because he looked livid.

“Luz,” he said, advancing towards me. “I put up with a lot of shit from you, but this… this…”

“I ju-just went and looked,” I stammered, circling the table so he couldn’t get to me. “I was just curious, that’s all.”

“Curious?” he shouted. “Is that what you call it? Disguising yourself by putting on that ridiculous outfit. Spying on Patricia and me. But worst of all, Luz… what did I say about leaving my apartment without me by your side?”

I swallowed with difficulty. It seemed to be the thing that upset him the most.

“What the fuck did I say about that, Luz?”

At that point, I just… snapped.

“Oh, fuck you, Bazooka!” I yelled. “Fuck you and your rules and your punishments. Fuck you for fucking with me. I’m through with you, asshole!”

Bazooka pointed a finger at me in warning, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Be very careful with the next thing you say to me.”

“And if I don’t? What will you do to me, Alisson?”

“Don’t provoke me, Luz.”

“Or what, Alisson?”

He lunged across the table, trying to catch me, but I was faster.

“You don’t get to do this,” I said through my teeth, circling the table. “You don’t get to kiss me like that and then leave with her. I won’t let you.”

He laughed incredulously. “You won’t let me? Who the hell do you think you are?”

“You just can’t stand that someone can make you feel!” I shouted. “You fucking duffel bag freak.”

Throwing caution to the wind, I walked up to him until our noses almost touched. Until I could feel his breath on my face. Until I could look into those gray eyes and just… melt into a puddle.

“If you want to hit me, hit me,” I said, determined to die on this hill. “But I’m leaving this mental institution, and you can’t stop me.”

I didn’t mean it. I would never leave him, but he didn’t know that.

“Leaving?” he bit out, grabbing me by the neck and pinning me to a wall. “You will leave when I tell you to leave.”

I slammed my lips onto his because fuck him.

Then he kissed me back, and at that point, things went out of hand.

I could remember our mouths devouring each other.

His tongue, tangling with mine. His hands, grabbing my ass and lifting me until I hooked my legs around his waist. He held me pinned to the wall as I slid my hands into his hair and pulled…

hard. He hissed and bit my neck. His beard was doing a number on my skin, but it was a sweet pain.

When I started to fumble with the buttons on his shirt, he lowered me to the floor so he could help me take it off.

I left a hickey on his neck, marking him on purpose and stopping only to raise my arms so he could take off my T-shirt.

When he pressed his hard dick against mine, I almost blacked out.

He groaned, damn near fucking me into a wall, as I tried to unbuckle his belt with trembling hands.

Stumbling across the hall, we ended up in the bedroom. Once there, he threw me on the bed and crawled between my widespread legs. He kissed me hard, and his teeth sank into my bottom lip before his body covered mine, and I found myself in heaven.

While I could still think, I broke the kiss, panting.

“Wait. Lube.”

I rolled over onto my stomach and extended my hand to open the nightstand drawer. I felt lube under my fingers when Baz pulled my pants down my hips. I squeaked in shock when he bit my bare ass, growling, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Jesus. Christ.

I turned on my back and tossed lube at him, hyperventilating.

“Get inside me, Baz. Hurry.”

He caught it with one hand while rubbing his hard dick over his pants.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, staring at my erection that bobbed on my belly, when the doorbell rang.

I blinked in disbelief.

“No,” I said breathlessly. “Don’t even think about answering that door.”

Oh, but he was thinking about it. No, he’d already decided. He tossed me the lube and scrambled out of bed, while I… I wanted to rip my hair out. I wanted to destroy the fucking room. I wanted to kill the… okay, whoever rang that doorbell was a dead man.

I jumped out of bed and marched into the hall, only to see Jordan standing in the room .

“You!” I hissed, stomping toward him. “You are fucking dead.”

His eyes widened in shock, while I clenched my fists, ready to gouge his eyes out with a spoon. I was about to punch him when Bazooka grabbed me by the waist.

“Jordan, run!” he said over his shoulder. “Go! Wait for me in the car.”

I kicked and screamed, trying to free myself, but he was too strong. Once in the bedroom, he threw me on the bed and pointed a finger at me in warning.

“Behave.”

Behave? I was enraged.

When he left the room, I followed him, only to see him putting on his shirt.

“What’s going on?” I said, unable to unglue my eyes from his bare chest.

“I’m needed at work. We’ll talk about this later. Don’t leave the apartment without me by your side.” He gave me a stern look. “Swear it.”

“I swear,” I said, trying to think of something that would make him stay.

He headed to the front door when I grabbed him by the arm and made him look at me.

“You don’t get to leave for the second time today without saying a proper goodbye,” I bit out. “Try to do that again, and I’ll shoot you with your own gun.”

Then, an unexpected thing happened. He burst into laughter, took my chin in his hand, and kissed my mouth. Hard.

“There,” he said, while I was still recovering. “Is that better, angry kitten?”

“Yes,” I squeaked.

And then he was gone.