Page 34 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

Chapter twelve

“D id everything go well?” Jordan asked me as soon as I climbed out of the car.

“She got what she deserved, if that’s what you mean.

Richard Tate is definitely someone I’m bumping up to the top of the list immediately.

Apparently, he’d hooked her up with the Killing Game like he did with Mr. Jingles,” I said as I pulled off the feminine clothes.

Jordan walked over to the table and picked up the clothing that was folded there.

“Here,” he said, handing me a t-shirt and pair of sweats.

“Thanks. Save them for me, I’m going to bed for a bit,” I said, kissing his forehead.

I walked around him and made my way to the bedroom where I transformed back into my own sexy, male hotness, removed my contacts, and then crashed onto the bed.

It didn’t take long for sleep to wrap me in its blissful arms.

I woke up to a growling stomach and a fierce need to piss.

I also noticed that Jordan wasn’t in the bed with me.

I went into the bathroom, handled my business, and took a quick shower.

I grabbed my eyeglasses and donned a pair of boxer-briefs, then made my way to where I figured Jordan was…

in front of his computer station. Yep, I was right.

I came up behind him as quietly as I could.

“I can see you in my monitor, so there’s no point in trying to scare me,” Jordan said, turning around in his swivel chair to face me. To my surprise, he was stroking a skinny, gray cat that was purring blissfully in his lap.

“Well shit, there goes my plan… fucking nerdy ass taking away my fun,” I joked. “By the way, you look like a fucking Bond villain right now, sitting over there stroking Mr. Bigglesworth.”

He giggled. “Shut up with your silly ass. Besides, Mr. Bigglesworth is from Austin Powers, not James Bond.”

“Whatever.” I pointed at the cat. “Where did he come from?”

“Oh my god, this cat is sooo cute. I was coming back from Billy Goats and I happened to turn around and saw him following me. I stopped walking and he rubbed himself along my legs and as they say, the rest is history. He’s our cat now.

” I could tell by Jordan’s tone that he was putting his foot down on the matter.

I walked over and reached down, rubbing the cat. He purred louder and Jordan just melted away.

“Awwww, just look at him. How could anyone abandon a kitty like him?” he asked.

“Because they’re assholes. Speaking of assholes, did you find out anything on Richard Tate?”

“He’s extremely protected, I know that much,” Jordan said, then he placed the cat on the floor and turned back around to face his monitors.

“What can you tell me?” I asked as I looked at his monitors, not really fully understanding what I was looking at or which monitor I should focus on. Ugh, looking at his monitors was some nerve-wracking shit. I gave up and made my way to the refrigerator instead.

“He’s a billionaire, for one thing. Got his fingers in a bunch of pies and also politics. He’s always photographed with this guy named Takahashi Anzai. I’m guessing that’s his personal bodyguard,” Jordan said, which caught my curiosity because I wanted to see what his bodyguard looked like.

I walked back over there and Jordan pointed at the monitor with a photo of Richard and Takahashi both dressed in black suits.

Of course, Richard’s was more business attire and Takahashi’s looked to be the traditional Japanese style.

Well, they did look like a pair. You could see the arrogance painted all over Richard’s face as if he was untouchable.

Takahashi’s expression was that of someone who felt invincible.

I realized it mirrored my own at times. When you were bad ass and you knew it… you showed it. What could I say?

Both men were handsome. Richard had a head full of salt and pepper hair and blue eyes.

He looked to be at least six-one and well-built.

Takahashi was a little shorter than him at maybe five-ten.

He had his hair in a braid going down his back and had strong angular features, almost bordering on pretty.

I couldn’t help but wonder if protecting Richard’s body was the only thing he did to it.

Just how close were these two? Anyway, back to business.

“I need to know where he lives, what his routine is like, if you can get that info. I’m going to have to do some recon on him.

I just need a starting point,” I told Jordan, then made my way back towards the refrigerator.

I opened it and saw that it was relatively barren of things I wanted to eat.

“Did you cook anything? What about any leftovers from Billy Goats?” I asked Jordan over my shoulder.

He stopped typing and turned around in his swivel chair. “Nope.”

“Damn, Jordan, seriously?”

“Hey, don’t take that tone with me, buddy. The deal is, you shop for the food and I cook it. Now, I don’t fail on my part, so that means you need to get your ass in gear and go shopping. Chop-chop,” he reminded me, adding a clap of his hands.

Shit, I really didn’t have a rebuttal for him, because it was the deal I’d made.

I couldn’t cook for shit and Jordan could cook his ass off.

I had told him if he cooked, I’d do all the shopping.

Damn, now I had to get dressed and do just that.

I frowned and closed the refrigerator door without saying another word, mainly because Jordan was looking at me as if waiting for me to make a silly comment.

“I’m going shopping,” I mumbled.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Shut up before I stick my dick in your mouth and shut you up,” I teased.

“Oh, please do. I’m so hungry. I’d love some sausage,” he shot back without missing a beat.

I laughed as I made my way to the bedroom to get dressed.

Once I was ready to go, I walked back over to Jordan, kissing the side of his neck.

“Want me to pick up anything in particular, like edible underwear?”

He snorted. “What store are you planning on going to?”

“Well, to Sinful Delights, then the grocery store.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, get the underwear, but also buy that enema I like. Oh, and get a prostate massager… one that vibrates.”

I smirked. “What? My dick ain’t enough for you?”

“Stop being sensitive. Besides, you’ll probably end up fucking some guy while shopping anyway. So, I could easily say something like, ‘what, my ass ain’t enough for you?’” Jordan said.

“Oh, I love your tight, bubbled ass plenty, baby. But you know me… I love the flavors of life,” I stated.

Jordan nodded. “Yep, me too. I fucked a guy last week that made me cum really hard.”

I gave him a sly smile. “Was his cock bigger than mine?”

He nodded. “Yep. Rubbed me the right way, too.” He bit his bottom lip, knowing that turned me on.

“You little slut.” I leaned down, kissing him, tongue and all. “When I get back, I’m going to fuck your ass raw,” I said once I pulled away.

“You better.” Jordan smiled, then turned back around to his computers. “Oh, by the way, get some chicken, salad fixings, and oil. You forgot those the last time. Oh, and cat food, litter, all that.”

I put on my leather bomber jacket and nodded.

“Okay.” I climbed inside my car and headed out.

I didn’t go to the grocery store first. I went to Sinful Delights because fun first, food later.

Well, actually, I went to a restaurant and grabbed myself a burger and fries first, then I went to Sinful Delights.

I pulled into the parking lot and had to admire the beautiful fucking classic Harley Davidson motorcycle parked next to my car.

I gave it a thorough inspection, then whistled. Yeah, it was fucking gorgeous.

I walked in and made my way to the lube shelf, grabbing the brand Jordan loved.

Then I found the edibles I liked to eat off his bubbled ass.

I grabbed two boxes of those. I also picked up his toy and the enema.

Now that I had his list out of the way, I walked over to an aisle where the blindfolds and other toys for bondage were.

I wasn’t into the hardcore BDSM, but a little sex play was exciting enough for me.

I turned the corner and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a man standing in the aisle, reading the description on one of the items.

Jesus Christ, he was hot as fuck! About six-four with long, powerfully built legs that seemed to go on forever.

The black jeans he was wearing worshipped him, because they hugged his ass and thighs perfectly.

His torso was muscular enough that I could see how well-toned he was through the white t-shirt and leather jacket he was wearing.

On top of all that, he was a silver fox with a matching beard and mustache.

He looked at me and I instantly felt embarrassed having been caught staring at him, which was odd for me.

I never felt embarrassment. I was the kind of guy who could walk up to anyone I wanted to fuck and let them know my intentions.

But somehow, this guy made me feel shy that I’d been caught lusting after his manly sexiness.

I thought he would turn away from me, but he didn’t, and like a bitch, I averted my eyes and walked to the other aisle to avoid him.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I being a punk all of a sudden? Get your shit together, Eric!

I took a deep breath and walked back into the aisle where tall, silver, and gorgeous as fuck was still shopping.

This time, I made certain to avoid eye contact and just looked at the eye masks.

Through my peripheral vision, I noticed the man walking toward me, and I thought he was going to pass by but he stopped, standing right behind me, and my cock jumped to life in my jeans.

Damn, even his cologne smelled as good as he looked.