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Gabriel

I’m sitting in the kitchen as Anders walks in.

I informed him that I told her she could stay for this meeting, but she chose not to.

I can see that he’s trying to conceal the anger in his expression, but he is failing.

I look at him with a single brow raised.

“Boss, why the fuck would you do that?”

“Anders, this girl isn’t just a fuck.

I can’t leave her alone and I’m not going to.

Plus, people know now, so isn’t it best she knows everything?”

“Women don’t do well in this environment.”

“I think you underestimate her.

She’s taken everything in her stride so far.”

I snap at him.

Which he doesn’t deserve, he’s only trying to look out for me.

However, regardless of his thoughts, I have brought her into this now and I’m going to protect her at all costs.

“So, what do you know?”

I ask breaking the short silence.

“Nothing is rumbling between members, I had one of David’s team go and watch Mr O’Connell.

He’s still sending money to his lad, but I haven’t found where he is yet.

He’s also been spending less time at his business and seems to be taking a step back from it.”

“Do we know why?”

“Not yet Boss, I’ve got ears on the ground though.”

I tell Anders to get some rest, that man sleeps less than anyone and how he still functions like he’s had twelve hours is madness.

I know he will have more information for me soon, as he doesn’t trust O’Connell as much as I don’t.

There’s nothing more we can do tonight.

I make my way upstairs, she’s fast asleep, I get undressed and climb in beside her, glad to see that she’s followed my instructions.

I pull her body into me as I lie on my back, she stirs but doesn’t wake, I whisper to her that it’s me and she cuddles into my chest.

I haven’t had someone sleep next to me since I was a lad fucking around with one-night stands.

I’ve never really liked sharing my bed, but the way her body lays flush with mine makes my body sink into hers as I drift off.

It’s gone 10am when my eyes open, I haven’t slept that well in years, and I’m grateful for the rest.

She’s still wrapped around me, and I can feel her naked body along mine, my morning wood twitches, letting me know it’s ready to get its fix of her.

I brush her hair from her face making her stir, she is just as stunning in the morning as she is when she is dressed up.

Lifting her head from my chest, she opens her eyes and gazes at me, her hand reaching up, stroking my chest in small delicate circles.

I lean in and kiss her, my mouth taking over hers as I pull her over me so that she straddles me.

I grip her hips adjusting her, aligning myself ready to push into her already wet pussy.

She places her hands on my chest pushing herself up giving me a full view of her, a flirtatious grin on her lips.

She lowers wiggling her hips, rubbing my shaft with her wet pussy, teasing me, a soft giggle passes her lips.

I dig my fingers into her hips, easily flipping her around and pinning her to the bed, she laughs.

I’m leaning on one hand, that’s resting beside her head, the other still gripping her hip.

Her eyes lock on mine as she lifts her legs resting her knees over my hips.

I kiss down her neck and chest, rolling her nipple in my teeth making her gasp.

I lean up, pulling her into me by her thighs keeping her legs over my hips.

I grab my dick and brush the precum-covered head over her clit, she inhales sharply, and I tease her again making her moan my name in frustration.

“Gabriel.”

“Yes Kelcie.”

“Please.”

She huffs out exasperated.

“I like it when you beg.”

“Please.”

She repeats.

I push into her slowly, remaining upright so that I can watch her as she takes me.

I start to thrust, going deeper into her each time, her pussy clenching around my shaft with every movement.

The sensation of her pussy stretching to take me, makes me want to fuck her harder, but the desire on her face is keeping me steady.

Her back arches and her head tilts back, I lower to her, running my lips over her neck making her lose control of the noise coming from her.

Her nipples are hard, begging to be sucked I take it in my mouth gripping it in my teeth and she cries my name.

I thrust into her hard, and again, her moans making me lose myself I continue to slam into her and as my dick starts to pulse, I feel her body starts to shake.

“Come with me,”

I whisper in her ear.

“I’m coming.”

She pants out.

I feel her climax around me, her body still shaking, making me come on my next thrust.

I slow my pace down before stopping but leave my still hard cock inside her.

She hasn’t opened her eyes since she cried my name.

A memory that will continually replay over and over in my head until I make her do again.

I kiss her and pull her on top of me as I move to the side of the bed, she wraps herself around me, her eyes now open looking into mine.

“Good morning,”

her words soft.

“Good morning, would you like some breakfast.”

“Hmm, please.

I will just get cleaned up.”

She climbs off me and makes her way to the bathroom, I follow quickly cleaning myself up before throwing on a pair of sweats and go make some food.

Turning the coffee pot on, I quickly realise I’ve got nothing in for breakfast.

Fuck, I haven’t been staying here since they were working on the place so of course I have no food.

But there was no way I was going to take her to the apartment.

It was too risky.

There are cameras all over this place – and Anders is here so it was the safest option.

I look in the fridge to see if there are any remnants of ingredients that I could rustle together, there isn’t.

Just as I push the door closed Anders knocks and walks into the kitchen, two brown bakery bags in hand.

Hallelujah for Anders!

“Boss, thought you might need something to eat this morning.”

“You’re a fucking godsend, Anders.”

“It’s only a couple of bagels and croissants, just didn’t want the girl going hungry.”

He was the same with my grandfather’s wife.

I know he’s not overly happy about how open I am being with her, but he wouldn’t hold it against her.

“What are you going to tell her?”

His question is direct and like he always is, to the point.

“I’ve said I’ll answer her questions.

I can’t imagine they will be detailed ones about the business.”

“Just remember you can’t untell her Boss Once you’ve said it, it’s out there for good.”

“Anders.”

I acknowledge his words.

“Thanks for the food.”

He walks out, I pour us some coffee and make my way upstairs with it.

She’s sat up in bed, sheets tucked over her tits and under her arms.

I hold the bags up, “Breakfast”.

“Sounds good.”

I place a coffee beside her before climbing back into bed, passing her the bags, for her to choose what she wants.

As she bites into her bagel I sit with my coffee, waiting for her to ask any questions that she may have.

She doesn’t, so by the time she has finished eating and brings her cup to her lips I speak.

“So, you have questions?”

She nods, and I can see that she is thinking about how to word what she wants to know.

“Why would people want to hurt you?”

She’s straight to the point, which I admire about her.

I explain about my grandfather developing the ‘assistant start-up’ business for people who couldn’t get loans from banks and how they would repay as ‘legally’ as possible.

That I have now taken over the business since he died., Keeping that fact he’s not dead to myself.

She doesn’t need to be put in any more danger.

“That doesn’t explain why someone wants to hurt you.”

“Some time ago a member approached one of the girls, requesting that she work for him in his business.

He didn’t go through the appropriate channels, and even became forceful.

As you know all staff are protected so he was ‘dealt with’ accordingly.”

“Mr O’Connell,”

she responds, her expression flat.

“Yes.

After my grandfather passed, O’Connell’s son decided that he wanted to retaliate, which resulted in additional disruption.”

“Does this have anything to do with what happened in the bar the evening of your grandfather’s funeral?”

I can tell by her expression that she is starting to put things together.

“No, that was another situation.

But nothing more will come from that, as that was taken care of that evening.”

She stays silent, as do I waiting for further questions.

“Do you hurt people?”

Her voice is even and calm.

“It’s not routine for me to be involved in the ‘dirtier’ side of the business but I am not averse to it.”

She’s looking straight ahead as if making eye contact with me will force her to stop talking.

“Have you killed people?”

her voice flat and monotone.

I lean forward, gently hold her chin and pull her gaze to mine.

“Yes.”

I reply, keeping my eyes locked on hers, waiting to see a change in her eyes but there isn’t.

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

My attempt to reassure her seems futile.

“I know.”

I don’t know if she believes me or not.

This has been a lot to take in.

We fall silent whilst we finish our coffee, after some time, she looks at me, a soft smile on her lips.

“I need to go into the office, come with me?”

It sounds like I am asking her, but there is no way this girl is being let out of my sight, not yet.

“Asking or telling?”

She grins, making my shoulders relax.

“I need to go home first, to get a change of clothes and whatnot.”

“Anders can take you, then bring you in.

I’d like you to stay with me for a few days, get what you need to cover that.

Sarah is on shift I’m sure you have some catching up to do with her!”

I watched her on the cameras, when she walked in you could see Sarah grin and laugh at her, she’s now leaning on the bar chatting and she seems relaxed.

I offered Sarah to move on to bar work, she’s trustworthy and able to pick things up quickly, meaning I can have Kelcie taken off shift when I need to.

I walk down to get her, as I open the door, Sarah clears her throat, standing straight.

“Can I get you anything, Sir?”

“I’m good thank you.”

I gesture towards Kelcie to follow me.

She finishes her glass of water and does.

“You good?”

I ask as I hold the door for her.

She mumbles in agreement.

As we reach my office, she tells me about Sarah and her situation, that her ex is becoming abusive.

“Since I had to get enough things from my apartment for a few days I assumed that it would be empty.

So, I have said she can stay at mine.”

“It will.

I will have one of the team take her there when she’s finished shift.”

I like how she hasn’t argued about staying with me.

She stays with me in my office for the day, sitting on the couch reading a book she got from her apartment.

I can’t stop myself watching her.

I think I am slowly beginning to understand why my grandfather was happy having his wife with him.

I just need to know she is safe.

I speak with David and have one of his team look after Sarah, after noting she’s on the late shift over the next week and will be staying at Kelcie’s, I have it scheduled that she is given a lift home each night.

We fall into somewhat of a routine with Kelcie coming into the office with me at midday, we have some lunch and then does her 4pm-10pm shift.

After which she comes back up until I’m finished.

The fact she’s here with me means I can easily get my fix of her whenever I like.

There isn’t a space in the office that I haven’t had her pinned to or bent over.

Plus, now that the house is finished, except for the master suite it has given me more opportunities for me to see how far I can push her.

She’s willing to please me but I know I need to take my time with her.

It’s Saturday and she is sat in her usual spot as Anders walks in clearly aggravated.

“Boss, we’ve had a situation.”

“Go on.”

He looks over at Kelcie and then back at me.

“What is it, Anders?”

“Miss Taylor’s apartment was set fire to early hours this morning.”

I see the shock on Kelcie’s face.

“How bad is it?”

“There’s nothing left, one casualty.

Hurt badly but will survive.”

“Fuck, Sarah!”

the panic in Kelcie’s voice is piercing.

“She was taken back there last night by one of the staff as planned.

I had her ex looked into this morning, he was at a bar, got black-out drunk and then went home.

He’s clear.”

Anders states.

I look over at Kelcie, knowing that it’s not Sarah they were looking for.

If the bar is being watched they will have seen Sarah be taken back to Kelcie’s each night, they will have assumed it’s her.

I can feel the rage start to take over me, I’ve always been able to remain calm in these situations and manage accordingly, but something is burning inside me.

“Police?”

My single word supplying him a direct question.

“They were on scene as there was a casualty, but no foul play has been found.

They can’t interview Sarah until she is in recovery.”

He looks across at Kelcie again, I can tell he’s not comfortable talking openly in front of her.

“Boss, there is something else.

Mr O’Connell hasn’t been seen, he’s gone but we don’t know where.”

I fucking knew that waste of breath family would cause me more issues.

“Have Sarah taken care of, private medical care.

When she is recovered discuss the options with her about where she wants to restart her life and make it happen.

Have additional security on shift and review last week’s bookings, I want to know who has been here and who hasn’t.

Even the slightest thing out of the norm I want to know.”

Kelcie’s colour has drained from her face, and I can tell that she’s blaming herself for letting Sarah stay at hers.

I walk over to her and grab her face in my hands pulling her to look at me.

“This is not on you.

I will find who did this.”

I have Kelcie taken off shift, I can’t risk her being in a position where she can be reached.

Plus, if they think she was at her apartment last night they will think they achieved what they set out to do so I need her to be out of sight.

“Kelcie, I need you to be safe.

I am going to have David take you to the house and stay with you until I get more information.”

She protests but accepts it.

By 5pm I have Anders back in my office with more details.

Mr O’Connell vanished earlier in the week after having a meeting with another member, Mr Geovanni.

Subsequently, Mr Geovanni didn’t make his scheduled bookings in the bar on Wednesday and Thursday.

I don’t even need to ask Anders before he tells me that, Mr Geovanni is on his way here.

Within the hour he’s willingly walking into my office.

There have never been any issues with him, he was loyal to my grandfather.

“Missed a couple of bookings Mr Geovanni.”

“Gabriel,”

I cut him off to correct him.

“It’s Mr DeMarco.”

He stands, silent for a moment.

“Mr DeMarco, as you know business isn’t discussed between members unless they are specifically brought into it.

Having been informed what has taken place, and who is nowhere to be found I understand your concerns regarding my missed bookings.”

My glare doesn’t leave his face.

“O’Connell insisted on a meeting, he was selling his business, didn’t say why and I never asked.

That kind of business isn’t what I am about, therefore I politely declined.

I wasn’t at my bookings as my wife found out about the discussion with O’Connell and let’s say wasn’t happy.”

I have no reason to not believe what he’s telling me, he was one of the members my grandfather didn’t have any concerns about.

I nod and thank him for his time, and he is shown out.

Why the fuck is O’Connell trying to sell up? He was still sending money to his boy, who hasn’t been seen since he took a beating months ago.

“Anders, I want someone every-fucking-where.

O’Connell’s place, his business, anywhere he visits, and fucking find him.”

As Anders leaves, I’m clawing at my face, the lack of control in this situation is making my blood boil.

That, and the fact that they have tried to take what’s mine.