Moth to Flame

CHAPTER 2.1

Ethan

Snap out of it, get back to the task at hand.

I mentally checked myself, turning back to my desk. The sooner I got the interview s**t done, the sooner I could go relieve some of the pent-up stress I had been feeling.

I recalled the two previous interviewees had been wearing Brooks Brothers suits; that alone made me want to kick their asses. They also had the nerve to also try to brag about Alma maters. Why the f**k should I have been impressed? I had a Business degree from Dartmouth and an MBA from Harvard Business. I also made more f*****g money than they would make in three lifetimes.

I stood up from my desk and started pacing around. I noticed there was some stupid moth circling one of the wall sconces along the side of my office wall. I f*****g hate those pathetic excuses for bugs. s**t. At least mosquitoes and bees could hurt a human. The most a damn moth was able to do was hang around your lights and annoy you.

I watched it for a few minutes before grabbing a glass sniffer, going over to the light, and catching it. I turned the glass upside down and set it on my desk. With the mood I was in, seeing a moth die slowly in a glass would provide me with some real f*****g entertainment. Besides, something that f*****g stupid deserved to suffer a slow death. f**k PETA and those goddamn tree-huggers who were always trying to save s**t like moths. It was survival of the fittest, motherfuckers.

I turned around as a knock sounded on my door. "Come in, Frank," I said, feeling slightly better watching the moth struggle in the glass.

"Hey Boss, Mr. Watson is out front. He bought a girl with him. Maybe his wife or girlfriend." He looked slightly annoyed about something.

"What the f**k is wrong with you, Frank? You're looking at my desk like it's a goddamn science experiment."

"Well, um, Boss, it's just that… You could let me take that glass and let the moth outside, so you won't have to be bothered with it." He looked a little sheepish about the fact that he’d even noticed or said anything.

"You goddamn, c**k-sucking p***y! You are the head of my security team, and you're worried about a moth." I was irritated he'd even brought up that s**t.

"Sorry, Boss. I shouldn't have said anything." He practically ran out the door.

I looked in the glass to see the moth appeared to be dead. I used a tissue to scoop it out and then threw it away in the garbage can. One down, millions more to go. Honestly, why did something so useless continue to procreate?

I went back to my desk to look over the resume and information I’d gotten about my next interviewee, Wyatt Watson. If he had brought his wife along, he was probably one of those new-age p***y-whipped motherfuckers who took on their wife's last name.

Most people described me as an asshole. A lot had told me that they truly hated my guts. I just didn't understand men like Ian and Jeff, scrambling to settle down with some b***h and drop some little shitbags when they could be banging multiple chicks. There were way more bitches than guys. When you settled down with one, you were basically depriving all the rest. It was really f*****g cruel, which was why I never settled down and didn't plan to anytime soon. You would never catch me sniffling over some b***h. I got in, busted a nut, and then got out. Plain and simple worked best.

Wyatt's resume was good. He had a Business degree from University of Washington, had graduated Magna c*m Laude, and worked full-time during those years. He also had references from some of the people who truly impressed me, figures of the underworld. My consigliere, Luca, told me Wyatt had driven a few cars for them during college to earn extra money.

In our world, if a car needed to be driven, that meant it had some illegal guns, drugs, or stolen s**t hidden inside. We needed a guy or girl, not in the Clan, to get it across state lines. Luca said Wyatt always did the job, kept his mouth shut, and never got caught. Basically, Wyatt was a motherfucker to be trusted - the kind of guy who could take care of my club.

For me, Luca's recommendation for Wyatt had been worth a thousand percent more than the Ivy League asshole who had brought a letter from some Senator. s**t my club was in the p***y, drug, gun, and illegal s**t trade, so I knew plenty of politicians. Lorenzo and Stefano also had quite a few of the Chicago and Washington D.C. elite in their debt.

I set the resume down and headed out the door to the waiting area to meet Mr. Watson. He was sitting there with his tailored designer suit while a girl with long brown hair was rubbing one of his hands. He looked well put together, lanky son of a b***h with curly, blond hair.

The closer I got to the two, the more I started feeling some kind of strange electricity shooting through my body. It was probably just the aftershocks from my f*****g hangover. I greeted Wyatt first. Then, he turned and introduced me to the girl sitting next to him.

I looked over in the direction he was pointing, and then I saw her. All of a sudden, I became harder than I'd ever been in my life. I’d been with two bitches last night, and they hadn't made me that hard. Luckily, my suit was tailored so she couldn't tell I had an erection. Why the f**k was I having a reaction to this girl? My mind was in a haze, but I heard Wyatt say her name was Mia.

Beautiful. I thought as I kind of just stared at her.

She was f*****g magnificent - small, not as small as Abigail, but maybe five-foot-four. She had perky breasts I thought would be a little more than a handful when held. She had long mahogany hair with red and gold highlights mixed in it. She also had big chocolate doe eyes, a button nose, and luscious pink lips. Her bottom lip was slightly bigger than her top, which made it appear she was pouting. Her skin was smooth and creamy white. She blushed and looked up at me from under her long dark lashes.

She wasn't even wearing makeup - just a little gloss on her lips. She looked young, younger than me anyway. Her clothes were pretty f*****g prudish, but the dark blue shirt brought out her eyes and skin tone.

Brought out her eyes? f**k, when did you become such a b***h?

I snapped out of it with that thought. Magnificent or not, she was just another cunt. Plus, she was married. Mia was gorgeous and made me ache, but she was nothing special.

I made some asshole comment about her being Wyatt's wife. He quickly explained she was his sister and had insisted on sitting in on the interview.

So she is stubborn. I bet I could break her out of that habit. No one crossed Ethan Sodero.

I saw her flinch when I said a crass word. I assumed she must really be a prude, possibly even a virgin. Wyatt and Mia didn't look alike, but I thought maybe they had taken different traits from their parents. Abby and I didn't look alike either.

Mia attempted to apologize for accompanying Wyatt to the interview. I cut her off with a comment telling her not to touch s**t. She flinched again. I wanted to go apologize and hug her, which couldn't have been right. I didn't do b***h ass s**t like comforting women.

I needed to get away quickly before I forced myself on her. I didn't know why she'd gotten the reaction out of me, but I fought it. She was just another b***h like all the rest, nothing special. However, something deep inside my mind told me I was wrong about Mia. She f*****g scared me.

She surprised me by mumbling something about how she was not a child. I turned to look at her, really look at her. I imagined her with my d**k in her mouth - her on her back and me in her p***y. She and I f*****g against a wall. I would have bet that she was tight as f**k. She smelled so f*****g delicious, like strawberries and flowers. All the s****l fantasies played in my head on repeat for a minute.

Then I smirked at her. I called he Persephone, because my mom used to read that mythology s**t to me at night when I was little. I still remembered the story. Just like Persephone, Mia looked f*****g good and innocent. She didn't belong here at HADES, here in my personal hell.

Wyatt was giving me a death glare, so I decided to take him to the office and begin the interview. He basically threatened to castrate me with a rusty nail if I looked at his sister like that again, and I apologized. He talked about his resume and previous work. I didn't hear it, because my mind was still in the hallway with Mia.

Sitting at my desk was only making me harder, because I was imagining f*****g Mia on the top of it. I tried to block out those images, so I could focus on Wyatt and the interview. I had already decided he was the man for the job. If his resume and references hadn't sealed the deal, his sister had done it.

I looked over at him to share the good news. "Wyatt, you're hired. You start this Friday."

"Really, Mr. Sodero? Thank you so much. You don't know what this job means to me," Wyatt said, while a brilliant smile broke out on his face.

I shook his hand as he held it out over my desk. "Don't f**k s**t up. Be honest and loyal, and you'll go far here."

I knew I shouldn't do what I was about to do, but I couldn't f*****g help it. I needed to see her, be near her, smell her, and f**k her.

Shit.

"Ah, Wyatt. You mentioned something about Mia having an interview today. I am looking to fill a private secretary position."

Wyatt was looking at me strangely, as if he could see the fantasies playing out in my head. "Mia can't work here."

I tried again. "She would only work for me and stay on the eighth-floor with security. She would be here when you're here, so you can keep an eye on her. Also, the position comes with a good salary, health benefits, and a bonus."

"What type of work would she have to do?" Wyatt inquired, still giving me the evil eye.

I thought over what Wyatt just asked. What type of job would she have to do? Yes, what would sweet, innocent Mia have to do as my private secretary? She could ride my d**k and suck me off for starters. I couldn't tell Wyatt that, though.

"She would have to tally receipts at the end of the night, enter them, do payroll, fill out forms, assist in hiring, and all other office duties. You told me she has an English degree from UW, so I'm sure she could handle the job."

He still didn't look like he would consider Mia working here, so I asked him to go get Mia and bring her inside, so she could decide. I felt like a f*****g fourteen-year-old waiting to see his first pair of t**s. I hadn't been as horny since I hit high school.

Fuck, won't this hard-on ever go down?

My club had eight floors. The first five were pretty much just general dance club floors where most people congregated. The sixth-floor was the strip club. Most of my whores worked on that level. They did circulate to the other floors from time to time but always discreetly in case there were any undercover pigs in the house. Lorenzo kept a lot of blue shield on the payroll, but everyone couldn't be bought off.

The seventh-floor was only for the high rollers, where they got high or got p***y. It had more VIP rooms than the stripper floor and tighter security. We'd had lots of celebrities drop by since the club opened, and it was important that they kept their privacy.

The eighth-floor was my office area and where the interview was being held. Only people who worked for me were allowed up here. It was the most secure area of the club. I had a few other clubs spread out throughout America, but HADES was my favorite and the only one I personally ran.

Wyatt returned with Mia, who stood in my office doorway biting her lip and blushing. I wanted to lick the apples of her cheeks to see if I could make them redder. I wanted her to strip down and lay on my desk. She looked just as good as I remembered a few moments ago. My mind wandered back to s****l fantasies. Luckily, my large desk was keeping Wyatt and Mia from seeing my massive erection.

It took all of my strength to concentrate and talk to Mia in a normal voice. "Mia, I assume Wyatt has informed you about my proposition." I motioned her towards a chair next to her brother. She sat down in front of me. I had to beat back the urge to reach over the desk and fondle her cute little titties.

"Um yes, Sir," Mia replied, glancing around and looking at me shyly.

She looked like little Red Riding Hood speaking to the wolf in the woods. "And would you be interested?" I stared deeply into her eyes. I was sure I even heard Wyatt sigh a couple of times.

Mia looked to be in thought for a moment. Then she said the words I longed to hear. "Yes. I accept your offer, Mr. Sodero. I would have to be trained in payroll, because I've never done it at any of my previous jobs."

I had to resist quipping she probably hadn't done a lot of things, including f**k by the look of her. I struggled to hold the base comment back.

"Well, I'd like you both to start on Friday - if that's alright with you. You'll be working from seven until two or three in the morning. Wyatt, you may have to work more hours sometimes. Mia, you will generally keep that schedule. Fill out a copy of the tax forms and fax them back to me with copies of your I.D." I handed both Wyatt and Mia the forms.

"Thank you, Mr. Sodero, but Mia will not be working here. She is not experienced enough for this job, and I don't want my baby sister around the s**t that goes down here." Wyatt eyed me furiously.

Mia was scowling at him. She seemed to be just as angry as he was. I was about to intervene when my little tigress went off. "I will be working here! It's a great salary offer, and I'd have medical benefits. I'm also not a morning person, so the hours will be great for me.

“I'm a grown woman, Wyatt. I was planning on working somewhere, so why not here? I'm tired of you bullying me and controlling my every move! I can take care of myself, and I want the job. Plus you'll be here. I'm sure I won't get into any trouble."

Wyatt just stood there staring at her like she had three heads. Finally, he conceded by throwing up his hands. He eyed me coldly and thanked me once again before standing up to lead Mia out of my office.

"Thank you, Ethan—, I mean Mr. Sodero. I look forward to working with you," Mia said, blushing furiously at her slip up.

She had no idea, she could say my name any day. Hopefully, someday soon, I would have her screaming while she came all over my c**k. I watched Mia's ass as she departed and wished I was going with her.

Tired and still f*****g hyped up and tingly, I decided I needed to get out of the office, too. I had to be back at the club later in the night. Since it was only morning, I had hours to kill. I was going to need some major chemical motivation to get Mia out of my head. I was also going to need to f**k some b***h, so my goddamn hard-on would subside.

I headed out to the garage and got into my Rolls-Royce Phantom – which was bulletproof, bombproof, and custom. It had been a gift from Lorenzo after the club hit the ten-million dollar mark. I owned HADES, but I had investments in lots of arenas. I needed a club manager to help me out.

I wonder if Mia would like to ride in this car.

For f***s sake. Who cares? I didn't let bitches ride in the Rolls anyway. A lot of the girls at the club asked and were turned down. Women on the street smiled and pushed out their t**s hoping I would give them a ride, but I had never relented. There were very few men I'd even let in my car. My gun and my car were my babies, and I was super f*****g protective of them both.

I pulled out my phone and used it to text Luca. As my right-hand man, he handled most of the drug s**t that went down in the club. He was also the muscle if some john got out of control with one of the girls at the club. I’d once seen him beat a guy with a tire iron. The guy had hit some random b***h in the club, and Luca had gone off. He was known as a motherfucker not to be crossed.

I needed some blow and p***y immediately. I knew that my man Luca could tell me where to find the drugs. Thankfully, I got a text back a minute later. I put the address he sent me into my GPS and headed over to the warehouse in a trendy section of Seattle.

I got out of the car and knocked on the door. I knew the warehouse would have video surveillance, so I didn't need to say anything. Luca answered after two knocks, and I was let into the room. It was nicely furnished with modern furniture, and the walls were all painted a different color. There were lots of bitches inside and some guys I knew. I waved at them as Luca led me to the kitchen.

"Primo quality and pure as the driven snow," Luca said, handing me a vial of smack. I saw Lisa Eton, one of my prostitutes from the club, enter. I had her sit down to prepare the heroin for me. I handed her my platinum Zippo lighter as Luca brought over some strips of foil.

When I looked over at Lisa, I noticed she had gotten f*****g skinny. She must have been hitting the stuff hard. I was going to have to tell my head b***h, Chanel, to make sure Lisa got into some kind of rehab program. I would also make sure no one in the club sold to her anymore.

She chased the dragon after lighting the foil under the smack and retrieving a straw. I was about to tell her to f**k off and reprimand her for hitting my s**t first. I didn't, though, because she looked so f*****g sad. I vaguely remembered her telling me about some guy she had dated who was getting married. It seemed to upset her as I listened to her ramble when we’d f****d a few weeks ago.

After a minute, she gave me the straw, so I could take my goddamn hit. I wasn't an addict. I didn't use it regularly, but sometimes I needed the s**t to take me out of my own mind for a while. The first hit was good, so I knew the s**t was gonna be sold out in one night at the club.

I felt euphoric, really f*****g fantastic. Nothing could touch me at that moment. A rap song was playing on the speakers. I bobbed my head to the beat with the lyrics about the drug I was using.

Lisa and I sat at the kitchen table chasing the dragon for several minutes. My body felt numb and relaxed. When all the smack was gone, Lisa stood up. She didn't have panties on and her skirt was basically a belt. She threw her top off and bent over the table. I got up and stood behind her, knowing what she wanted.

I didn't bother to undress completely because we were in a semi-public spot. Truthfully, I was too high to unbutton my shirt anyway. I still had on black suit pants, so I just slid them down my legs. I took a condom out of my jacket pocket and put it on my c**k. I was still hard from thoughts about Mia and the high from the blow.

I entered Lisa with one hard thrust. She was hardly tight anymore with all the d***s she had had, but she was familiar. I needed that.

After a while, Lisa's body is transformed into Mia's. I started to get more into s*x. I imagined Mia's plump, tight little ass instead of Lisa's emaciated one. Mia's long dark hair. I imagined Mia moaning my name. I came hard in minutes.

Lisa had already peaked and was still gripping the table and coming down from her orgasm. I pulled down her skirt and turned her around. She looked f*****g pathetic and sad. I gave her a roll of hundreds. Then, I found Luca and told him to take her home and put her to bed. After that, I got the f**k out of there.

I sat outside on a chair on the balcony breathing in the cold and wet Seattle air. Some bitches were eyeing me, but I was still enjoying my high from the s*x and the drugs. I just shook my head no, and they seemed to get the hint and moved on.

Pretty soon, I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream, too. Even with my high, I was f*****g disgusted with myself. I didn't deserve Eleanor or Abigail's love. I didn't deserve Mia either, but I couldn't make myself stop trying to take her. I knew I was not going to be satisfied until I conquered Mia Watson. The fact that I was pretty sure she was untouched just made me want her more.

I was too f****d up to love; too f****d up to give a woman anything but an orgasm. I could do lots of things, but truly loving people wasn't on the list. I felt lust for Mia and nothing more. After I f****d her and got her out of my system, I would be okay. I told my chemical addled mind that, but I didn't believe it.

Mia was like my f*****g wall sconce, and I was the pathetic moth who couldn't go away and leave her alone. Regardless, she would be working with me at HADES. I just hoped she escaped with her soul intact.