Page 10 of Gold Rush (Murphy’s Pub #3)

Chapter Seven

“More! More,” he screamed as Goldie pounded him, nowhere near as hard as he could, but he didn’t want to break the little man.

Goldie slowed his thrusts and kissed him deeply, then kissed over his jaw and neck as he sped again, keeping the man on his toes. He’d have welts and scratches all over his back with the way Dean was clawing at him.

He didn’t care a bit.

Getting Dean on his knees and elbows, Dean cried, “No way, you’re gonna go deeper?”

“You’ve been begging me for more. You’re gonna get more.”

Head hanging between his shoulders, Dean’s whole body tensed for Goldie to reenter him, and when he did, going slowly and carefully, Dean lifted his head and turned it, glaring.

“Make up your mind,” Goldie said with a hard slap to one of his little globes, and then he went for broke, grabbing his hips and riding him like he was riding to bags of gold lying just over the horizon.

Dean hummed a long chorus of sounds that made Goldie’s hips stutter a few times when he had to stop himself from laughing. Dean’s sounds were equally hot and hilarious. All it did, however, was to make him realize Dean gave him a great amount of joy in a world so crazily joyless a lot of the time.

When he pumped the last few times as he came, Dean was face down on the blanket, blubbering after his own orgasm. Goldie pulled out of him and laughed and gave him another slap on the ass.

Lying down next to him, Dean was dazed. “You okay? Did I kill you?”

“Mmm hmmm ,” he hummed. “My spirit has left the building, and it’s floating up into the sky.”

“Well, you look pretty good for a dead guy. Want help to your feet?”

“I have feet? I thought you fucked off the bottom half of me.”

Goldie pulled over the giggling mess and held him close. “Sorry if I got carried away.”

“Shh. None of that. I loved it. Best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Well, good. I hope to please.”

Dean left a line of little kisses along Goldie’s jaw. “It really was great. Does this mean you’re coming back to stay in your room with me?”

Goldie wanted to say he would, but he couldn’t. Not quite yet. “I…I don’t want to go too slowly, but we shouldn’t rush either. I want this to be real, I mean, if you do.”

“I do. I like my knight in shining armor, who saved my life.”

“Am I?”

Dean nodded into his neck as he snuggled closer. “You are.”

He felt good there, in Goldie’s arms, with the wind blowing over their bare skin. “Dean, if we…if we want this to become something more, I am going to try really hard to make it work. I can’t try alone.”

“I’ll do anything for you, and not because I owe you something. I just want to make you happy.”

Goldie was already happy just being with the guy. But knowing he wouldn’t be the only one trying to make it work meant the world to him. “Well, then, we should get dressed and get back. I have a street to walk.”

“I hate that,” he said as Goldie moved.

“I know. But it’s for a good cause.”

They drove back smiling and laughing together, singing songs from one of Goldie’s favorite playlists and basically ending their date on a high that he hoped he could keep up for a long time.

When Dean checked in for work, Goldie left him with a long kiss at the doors to the kitchen. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Come see me when you get back. I worry about you guys.”

“I will. No problem.”

Another kiss, and he headed up the stairs and found Haze outside his room, pulling his pants out of the crack of his ass.

“Wedgie?”

“These tight fucking pants Abs has me wearing, I swear to God.”

As Goldie laughed, Abs came around the corner and sneered, “You two are the worst of all of you! Stop complaining!”

“Abs, I cannot keep walking around with my pants and underwear crawling up my ass! It’s making me nuts!”

“It’s a thong! It’s supposed to crawl up your ass!”

Goldie tried to back away, but Abs’s hand reached out and snatched his shirt, pulling him back over. “You’re not getting away that easily. I have your clothes in there.”

Slumped shoulders leading him, he went into Haze’s room, and there were gold leggings, white knee-high leather boots and a gold mesh top. “No fucking way. No way.”

Leaving the room to see the two still arguing, he butted in to tell Abs, “That is the most ridiculous outfit I’ve ever seen, baby boy. I’m not wearing that.”

“Goldie! Please! I am running out of ideas!”

“Why do we have to wear different shit every night?” Haze asked him. “I mean, we’re changing up the Johns’ clothes and hats and stuff, not ours.”

Abs deflated and said, “You’re right. I think I’m investing too much in this, like…like we’re playing parts, like on the weekends here.”

Goldie picked him off his feet and kissed his forehead before placing him back on his feet. “You’re okay, baby. I love you. You can do no wrong. Except that outfit.”

“I’m taking off the thong,” Haze said and disappeared into his bedroom.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be pushy.”

“It’s okay. Just get the others into more comfortable hooker clothes.”

The color drained from his face. “Oh, hell. I need to stop Mims before he tries to get into that corset!”

He took off at a full run, and Goldie chuckled to himself.

They did their night on the street, but things were getting much more intense.

Other men were stopping and offering the exorbitant amounts they were asking to get rid of the regular Johns on the street.

Goldie had a suspicion the pimp was trying to get the guys out of the street and somewhere private.

He ran down the street two blocks to where Hippy and Haze were. Only Haze was there.

“Where’s Hip?”

“Talan just picked him up. Why?”

Quickly, Goldie told him what was going on, and Haze said what Goldie was thinking. “This is over tonight.”

They both headed down the next block to where Cosmo and Mims were. Goldie told them to head back to the pub. “I’ll go back to where I was and wait for Abs, and we’ll get a rideshare home.”

Jogging back to the street he and Abs were assigned for the night Goldie got on his phone and called Murphy.

“Hey, Gold, what’s up?”

After explaining his thoughts on all the Johns that night that had wanted to take him up on the thousand dollar an hour fee, Murphy was as concerned as him. “Yeah, get back here. We’re cutting it short. In fact, we may have to rethink the whole thing.”

“I thought the same. I’m waiting for Abs, then heading home.”

“Where’s Abs? Don’t tell me he found and all-night boutique.”

His entire body felt like it had been dunked in ice water. “What? Wait, he’s not with one of the fake Johns? I thought he was still with that Joe you guys were sending tonight.”

“Goldie, tell me you’re fucking with me. Talan was the last one. The other two, including Joey DeMarco had to split for the night. He called me when he dropped Abs off five minutes or so ago.”

“Murphy, he’s not here.”

“I’m coming to get you all right now. Stay where you are!”

Before Murphy got there, Eazy was running across the street. “My phone died. Goldie, some van pulled up and grabbed Abs right after Joey dropped him off. My phone just…died! It was fully charged. Fucking thing!”

Goldie was shaking all over, and his rage was threatening to take over. “Fuck! Where is he?”

Eazy tried to calm him. “I’m sure he’s fine. You know him, Goldie, he can fake his way out of anything.”

“If it’s them, they might dose him like they did to Dean!”

Just then, Murphy pulled up, and they jumped in the SUV. “No one has seen him? What if he goes back to that street?”

Goldie shook his head. “He’ll call if he can. Just head over to that pimp, now.”

“Not until we get backup.”

They picked up Hippy just as the ride share came for him and Haze. “Haze, you take that, and head back to the pub, get everyone, Talan, everyone!”

“I’m on it. Just get Abs!”

Goldie was ready to lose his mind, but just when they turned the corner near where Dane’s building was located, Murphy’s phone rang and Abs’s voice, weak, was playing over the speakers. “Come get me. I need…I need help.”

“Where are you, baby?” Goldie yelled.

“Same place he dropped Dean. Hurry. This shit is…strong.”

After Eazy got on his phone to the ambulance, Goldie told Murphy where to drive, and once they were on the road, Goldie could barely sit still. Hippy told him, “We’re going on a drive once we make sure Abs is okay.”

Goldie turned his head to see how pissed off Hippy was, a mirror of his own fury. “Hip, Murphy won’t like it,” he whispered.

“He won’t know.”

Goldie knew that could get them fired and thrown from the pub, but in that moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted was to tear that pimp apart.

They got to Abs just as the ambulance did, and Murphy and Goldie were telling the EMTs what happened to Abs as Goldie carried him to the gurney.

“Baby boy, you are gonna be okay, or I will kill every single mother fucker in this city.”

Abs’s eyes opened to him as Goldie placed him on the gurney. “Love you. I’m okay.”

They took him to the hospital, and Murphy and the others followed. All of them paced, but twice, Hippy took Goldie aside. “What are we going to do?”

“We’re gonna get the money, like we planned, but the diversion is going to be a little different.”

Hippy smiled. “Oh?”

“Yeah.”

After they got Abs back to the pub, Goldie sat with him, holding his hand as Abs curled up on the bed. A knock came to the door, and Abs nodded at him, so Goldie hollered for whoever it was to come into the room.

It was Dean.

“Hey.”

Abs got off the bed after letting go of Goldie’s hand and went straight for Dean. Goldie tensed for a moment, but there was no need. Abs encircled Dean in his arms, embracing him sweetly.

“I’m so sorry I ever doubted you. That man…he’s just evil.”

Dean nodded on Abs’s shoulder, tears coming from his eyes. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Goldie left the two alone to talk and went to Hippy, who was at the second floor common area. “You ready?”

“I thought you’d want to spend more time with Abs.”

“We’re doing this tonight,” he said. “As soon as the sun goes down, plan A, and if that doesn’t work…Plan B.”

Plan B was the one where they went in with weapons and took out all the goons and the pimp. That one…it scared him only insofar that he’d likely go to prison. Even with their police and federal contacts, that much carnage couldn’t be dismissed.

Hippy, Goldie, Cosmo, Taran, and Haze left Mims and Dean to care for Abs.

They started in the neighborhood near the pimp’s building and spread out, each heading to separate businesses and residential homes and a small apartment building.

After three hours, they met at the local diner and each had coffee sitting untouched in front of them as they reported the bad news.

“Not one wanted to get involved,” Cosmo said with disgust. “Not one.”

“Me either,” Taran said. “It’s not uncommon, though. The police don’t do enough to get rid of these types from neighborhoods. People will move rather than confront the guy with the money and the guns.”

“That’s what I went with,” Haze said. “This place will be the next to gentrify if they can’t take back control of their hood, but they don’t want to push it.”

Goldie slammed his fist on the table, sloshing coffee from each cup and having every eye in the place turn on him. “This is bullshit! This is their neighborhood. They should want these bastards out!”

An older black gentleman came to the table then, and he took a seat next to Goldie. “Son, I heard ya talking. Sorry, but you all aren’t exactly whispering.”

“Sorry, sir, we’re just…trying to help.”

“That’s the problem. They gotta want to help themselves, right?”

That didn’t help him at all, but he’d never disrespect his elders. He’d been drilled with that in his youth. “Sir, I appreciate that, but by the time they do…”

“You didn’t get what I’m sayin’, son. They gotta want to help themselves. That means they need to know how this is gonna affect them. Like, for example, I know two families lost their girls to that creep.”

Goldie perked up, as did the rest of them. “Who are they?”

The man took a napkin and wrote down the two names, folded it, then skid it over to Goldie. “I got a feelin’ that, if their kids are in danger, they’ll step up. It’s what we do as mamas and daddies.”

Goldie shook the man’s hand and then got out his wallet to throw down thirty dollars for the coffees and a tip for the waitress before they all headed out again, armed with the information and names. The first place they went, they went in a group.

The first name on the list was Terrance O’Day, and when they spoke to him, they learned Dane had tempted his sixteen-year-old daughter away just five months earlier. The second name, Margie Martinez, had her two kids lured into the stable by Dane.

The next time they took it door to door they had proof that the man was coming for their kids as much as anyone else’s. They were invited into homes, served coffee and by the time the sun went down, they thought they had the force they needed.

They went back to the pub and let Murphy in on their plan at last.

“Go in the back once the distraction starts. But Murph,” Goldie said, then took a deep breath to finish, but it wasn’t necessary.

“We’re giving all the money away.”

Haze said, “Well, there were a bunch that had no kids, so that part of it didn’t really worry them. What they are all worried about, though, is money. Poor neighborhood, behind on rent and mortgages.”

“Fine. Fine! But from now on, will you people bring me jobs that make us money?”

Goldie met with Dean in his room, and Dean clung to him tightly. “Don’t go. Just…just stay here.”

“I’m going. I’m not doing the stealing, though. That’s what the others are doing while me, Abs, if he’s up to it, and Cosmo are pumping up the neighborhood.”

Dean crawled onto his lap and wrapped his arms around Goldie’s neck. “I don’t want to lose you just when I found you. I don’t think I can handle that.”

“You’re not losing me. Ever.”

Dean moved to stare into Goldie’s face. “Ever?”

“I am pretty sure you’re stuck with me now.”