Page 27

Gabriel

Over the past few months’ things have settled, Kelcie is comfortable at home, she had the gym designed and installed, including having a sauna fitted which has had more use than I initially expected.

The Sicuro has returned to normality, there haven’t been any more incidents, but there were a few questions raised about accepting a female member, from the founding members.

I happily listened to their concerns, and they may not be on board with it, but they have accepted the fact.

I noted that they introduced themselves to her and provided their reassurance that it is a safe place.

Kelcie has made sure she has been here for every booking that Miss Williams has had, she has assured me that it is not down to her own possessiveness, but the fact that she feels that something isn’t sitting right with her.

When her bookings changed from a Tuesday to a Thursday, she reviewed her full application and the background checks that had been completed.

She never misses a payment or booking, only drinks alcohol free gin and seems to sit and watch what goes on.

Reminding Kelcie that she signed an NDA still didn’t settle her uncertainty of her.

I’m sat at my desk when she walks in, she has her hair pulled back into a slick ponytail, which she has been doing more often for work.

She said it allows me to wrap it round my fist without messing it up too much.

A sheer blouse that grips in at her waist, a skirt that rests just above her knees, and boots that stop just below them.

The way my hunger for her rips through me when I look at her you wouldn’t know that I watched her get dressed this morning, then proceeded to take it all back off her, leaving her in her black lace body suit and suspenders while I had her handcuffed wrists tied above her head, in front of out bedroom window.

I made sure I tasted every part of her before I made her scream my name.

I recall it, every detail and it has my dick hardening.

“Drink downstairs when you’re done?”

She approaches me her words snapping me back around from my thoughts.

I spin my seat so she can move into me.

“Then when will I get you on your knees, Miss Taylor.”

She shrugs her shoulders as she rounds the desk.

Leaning in she places a soft kiss on my cheek.

“You’ll have to wait until we are home.

We agreed no fraternising at work,”

she whispers in my ear as she runs her hand up my thigh, grabbing onto my hard.

I wrap my fist around her ponytail stopping her from moving away.

“Get on your knees, Miss Taylor.”

I pull her down so that she is knelt between my legs, still holding onto her hair I pull it down her back making her eyes lock on mine.

The seductive smile on her lips increases the blood flow to my already solid dick.

Just as I go to remove my belt Anders storms into the office.

“FUCK Anders.”

I growl out, making him come to a sudden stop.

Kelcie rises from her knees.

“Would you like me to get a lock fitted to the door boss?”

“Fuck you Anders.”

I snap back at him causing him to laugh.

Kelcie brushes her skirt down and starts to walk out.

“I’ll let the staff know we will be down, but I will sort us something to eat first,”

she says over her shoulder as she walks away tapping Anders on his as she passes him, laughing.

I move my chair back around, adjusting myself as Anders approaches my desk.

“I’ve had the appointment made for you, they will keep the store open, or you can call and discuss what you would like.”

“I think I am going to have to call, as you heard we are preoccupied tonight now.”

“Do you want me to let them know?”

“Please.”

I note the time coming up to 4pm, I need to get Kelcie occupied whilst I call the store.

She’s back in the office after letting the staff know we will be attending tonight asking what I would like to eat, and I wonder if I can get her to go and get some homecooked food.

“Homecooked would be my preferred,”

I casually comment.

“You already know I’m not a 1950s traditional wife, but I can get Anders to go to one of the restaurants and bring something back.”

“I’ve got Anders on a tasking, and with the changeover of staff coming up David and his team are busy.”

“I’ll sort it, I will call it through and take the driver.”

She sits down on the couch and pulls up information on her phone before calling through an order.

The restaurant she has chosen doesn’t do take out, but the fact the owner has a membership here she is catered for with no issues.

She is soon kissing me telling me she won’t be long.

I watch her leave on the security cameras before picking up the phone.

“Good evening, Hatton Garden Diamonds.”

I spent the next 20 minutes talking through what design I would like.

Explaining that it is to be a one-of-a-kind design with no replicas under any circumstances.

She deserves something as unique as she is.

When I mentioned to Anders that Kelcie needs to have my last name, that it’s the last thing I need to change to make her mine in every possible way he smiled and told me he knew a jeweller.

Turns out he helped my grandfather too.

I’m hanging the phone up as she walks in with dinner.

We are sat in our booth, it’s been a while since we have been down getting caught up with day-to-day life.

It’s Thursday evening so the bar is full, and the soft murmurs of members talking fills the room.

I bring our conversation around to taking some time off, suggesting that we have a break and go somewhere she likes.

The shocked expression she stares at me with makes me laugh.

“You’ve never taken time off.”

“I know.

Business is running smoothly, Anders can cover, it seems the best time to do it.

Just a few days somewhere warm, so you can spend your time in a bikini, or naked.”

A mischievous smile takes over her lips as she turns to take a drink.

As she puts her glass down, her eyes become emotionless, lips taut.

“Kelcie.”

She nods her chin up ever so slightly, I follow her gaze over to Miss Williams’s table.

Someone has approached her but remained standing, his back is facing us so I can’t see his face.

He leans forward and speaks into her ear.

As he stands, he pulls his jacket straight and walks away, leaving the bar.

I nod over to David, gesturing to the individual leaving, he opens the door for him and after closing it behind him approaches us.

“Who was that?” I ask.

“It was Dale.”

But it’s Kelcie who responds.

I look at her, my brows pinched together.

“Whilst it’s dark enough in here to hide expressions, I’ve worked here long enough to know most members and their guests.

Plus, he may have got a new suit, but it still looks like a bag of shit on him.” Kelcie says as David laughs.

“Check on Miss Williams.”

I ask David, he nods and ensures he walks past her table on his way back to the bar entrance.

I see him casually speak with her, not actually stopping at her table, as he wouldn’t normally.

“Do we know whose guest he is tonight?” I ask.

“I’m unsure, but I will check, his attendance has reduced but he has still managed to convince some of the members to invite him in.”

Her eyes haven’t moved from Miss Williams’s table, her appearance still deadpan.

I pull her face to look at me.

“We will look into it.”

I assure her.

“Let’s go home.”

Sat in our usual spots at the breakfast table, she has her wine, and her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, but she isn’t relaxed.

“So, her background check said her parents are old and she has no other siblings.”

She is stating more than asking.

I agree with a hum.

“Do you think they could be used against her?”

“For what reason?”

I ask interested in where she is going with this.

“Do you think she could have been coerced into applying for membership? She is never comfortable when attending, she just sits and watches.

She never wanted a loan, so now I’m thinking this is too simple.”

“Who do you suspect would have the ability to do that? Dale is not powerful enough to put that kind of pressure on anyone.”

She sighs, heavily.

“Something isn’t right Gabriel.

I feel we are in the calm before the storm and when I say storm it feels like a fucking hurricane.”

I make my way to her, pulling her close.

“Kelcie, I may share the name of an angel, but I am the devil himself, not a soul could get close to you without being drained of their life.

I would have them begging me for mercy, but I am not God, and I will never have mercy for anyone or anything that takes you away from me, or I from you.

You are mine, now and always, in this life and the next.

You have been since I set eyes on you.”

She raises her chin, her eyes on mine, I don’t see fear or angst, her pupils are dilated so intensely that I can barely see the hazel brown.

She sees everything as it is.

She is no longer oblivious to the world around her, to the crime, murder and evil that exists in it, and in me.

“I will have her tracked, if she is being coerced, they will either be meeting her or at the very least making some kind of contact.”

“Dale too,”

she responds.

I kiss her forehead.

She may still not be comfortable in this world, and she may not believe she belongs in it, but she does.

“Yes, Miss Taylor.”

I say smiling to myself thinking how that will soon be Mrs DeMarco.

The next morning, I tell Kelcie to stay home, it’s safer there.

She wasn’t happy about it, telling me that she wasn’t going to hide out again so we made the agreement that it was only for today and I would be back quickly.

After our discussion last night, I had Anders and David arrange to track both Miss Williams and Mr Dale, David responded that he had Dale followed last night after leaving the bar.

He made calls on his way home, but it wasn’t enough time to get it bugged, and they couldn’t hear the conversation, but his body language showed he was pissed off.

“Both phones will be bugged, and I’ll have a team on them.

Duration?”

Anders asks.

“Gather intel over the weekend, if anything major inform me immediately.”

They both give a silent nod and leave.

I pull up the footage from last night, grateful for where Kelcie allocated Williams, as it gives the cameras a good view.

We don’t have the sound recorded in the bar as part of the NDA agreement for discretion.

But the video is clear enough to enable some lip reading.

I zoom in when Dale approaches her, as he is leaning down and speaking into her ear, I can’t make out what he said.

It's clear it unnerved her, and I manage to see her response of ‘I will’.

I go back over it several times, before going over her other bookings.

Dale has been there less than a handful of times when she has.

However, when he is there, he appears to be watching her, and her appearance becomes more withdrawn as the weeks go on.

She is always dressed immaculately but you can see she’s lost weight, her cheeks looking slightly sunken in.

Kelcie’s opinion on her being coerced may not be that farfetched.

There’s nothing more I can do here that I can’t do at home, I call Anders letting him know where to find me.

By the time I get back, Kelcie is prepping dinner, music on, dancing around the kitchen with wine.

“Kept yourself busy I see?”

“Well, I trained, had a sauna, showered and read.

Then thought fuck it, if I’m going to be locked up today, I may as well be drunk.”

She replies dancing towards me before jumping up wrapping herself around my waist and shoulders, kissing my neck.

“If this is what I get keeping you locked up, it may have to happen more regularly.”

She leans back scrunching her face up before she hisses at me, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Anders has got the bar covered this weekend, let’s lock the doors, keep the wine flowing and have some time together.”

“Is this your way of keeping me locked up longer than just one day?”

She tries to narrow her eyes as if she’s angry.

I pull her in and kiss her humming.

“As long as you keep me entertained, I could be ok with it.”

I lift her by her ass and place her on the counter.

As I pull down her shorts, she leans over and grabs her wine glass.

“I like drinking wine whilst watching a show.”

She giggles and she takes a drink.

As I slide her shorts over her feet, she lifts one and places it on my shoulder, I can feel the pressure she is trying to push through it so that I keep level with her open thighs.

I smile, I’ll let her have this one.

I lift her other leg and rest it on the other shoulder, as I grip her thighs and pull her towards me, causing the wine to slosh around in her glass, she takes a short sharp gasp and then laughs again.

Leaving her lace panties on I place my mouth over her clit and suck.

She threads her fingers in my hair, still holding the glass in the other.

I run my tongue from the inside of her thigh over the lace and onto the other.

“Gabriel, stop teasing me and get this underwear off me.”

I stop and gaze up at her, she raises one eyebrow at me.

Letting go of her thighs I grab the lace and rip it off her, she finally puts the glass down.

Threading her hands through my hair she guides me back down, my hands grip her arse so that I can keep her in place.

I work her clit with my tongue, rounding it in circles, sucking it between my teeth gently biting it.

Her breathing accelerates, and she starts to moan letting herself go, I slip a finger in never taking my mouth from her clit.

Gliding my finger slowly in and out I slip in a second one.

“Gabriel,”

she huffs out softly.

“You better scream my name, when you come on my face.”

I continue working her with my tongue and fingers, I feel her start to clench, hooking my finger up I push hard, and I take her clit between my teeth biting and sucking harder.

Her thighs close around my head, and her hands pull at my hair as she comes around my fingers, I bite harder reminding her to scream my name, she does.

I keep her clit in between my teeth and my fingers inside her, still working her making her whole body shake in pleasure.

As I let go, I give her clit one final suck as I slowly remove my fingers but replace it with my tongue so I can drink up her juices.

Her thighs loosen, and as I raise back up I pull her close taking control of her mouth letting her taste herself.

“This weekend should be fun,”

she says as she licks her lips and reaches back for her wine.