Touch Me

6. Jassy

Jassy

“Besides,” I said, taking a few tentative steps into the room, “Sven said I was supposed to be your girl from tonight on, Boss. Said I was supposed to be a surprise.”

I didn't have anything else to lose at this point, and I knew it. Aside from Benji, Tommy had been the one remaining bright spot in my life. But, Sven had went and f****d that up for me, hadn't he? Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my poor baby brother's face, with the blood running from his mouth. Dying, bleeding out, then dead. On a hotel bathroom floor.

I thought killing a man would tear me up more. I'd been wrong. Sven had bled out in the hallway like a stuck pig, and I'd barely flinched. I'd just numbly wiped the gun down, like they do in the movies, tossed it aside, and ran into the arms of the Boss.

Of course, the real question was, what was this sexy Karl guy really the boss of? It hadn't been me or Benji, that was for sure. They all seemed completely confused and put off by the two of us, and clearly we'd just dropped unexpectedly in their laps. Must have been that Sven had been running some kind of side deal with us girls, some shifty s**t to bring in extra cash.

Whatever the case, Karl was still the dead Russian's boss. And, owing to that, he was responsible for enabling what had happened. I didn't care if Karl hadn't pulled the trigger himself, if it hadn't been for him, Tommy and Sven wouldn't have been in the same room together.

I'd f**k him. Hell, I even wanted to f**k him. I'd get him so settled in, so well-screwed, his defenses would be down. Then, when his guard was down, I'd put one between his eyes. After all, killing my first man had been easy. That probably meant killing my second would be even easier.

Besides, I'd felt his eyes on me all night long, felt the way they traveled up and down my curves when he thought I wasn't looking, or couldn't tell. I could feel the heat coming off him earlier in the car, when I put my hand nearly in his lap. He wanted me in his bed just as badly as I wanted him dead.

Karl, though, surprised me. He just sat back in his chair, laughing as he shook his head. “My girl? I don't need some hooker gifted to me. Especially not from some dead wannabe Russian gangster.”

My heart, at least what little I had left of one, sank. Did I just get rejected? Was that my only chance, gone out the window? But, then, I considered my other options. They had to keep me around, didn't they? They'd all said it, and all five of them had voted to keep me and Benji here. Until, of course, they got what they needed from us.

With my eyes locked on Karl's sexy, pale blue ones, I stalked into the room, rolling my hips with each step. Even though I was making bedroom eyes at the Boss, I could feel all his underlings shifting their gaze to my slinking body and what it was doing beneath my tight skirt. “Really?” I asked as I stopped next to one of the bikers I hadn't met yet, a short, wiry one with nasty-looking tattoos covering both arms in blackened sleeves. I felt his gaze as he traced my every curve and cranny.

“Yeah,” Karl said, his voice a little less certain than a moment earlier, a little more breathless sounding, “really.”

Let's see how he liked this, then. Nothing quite like having what's been given to you taken away, especially in front of your buddies. I put my arm around the shoulders of the skinny little guy next to me, lightly raked my nails across his rock-hard muscles. He was tiny, not much taller than me, but I could tell he could still throw me around the bed like it was nothing.

“You know,” I said, trying to keep that purr in my voice, “a working girl like me, we develop certain appetites. Big, dirty, nasty appetites.” Which, honestly, was kind of true. I liked my s*x hard and rough, with a good, strong man who could make me do what he wanted. I'd slept with lots of guys in my time, more than I could count even at my age, and I'd learned one thing: You know that soft, whimpering kind of f*****g, where the guy worships the girl’s feet?

That ain't my thing.

“And,” I continued with a flash of teeth, and a tip of tongue running over them, “all your boys seem to really fit my bill, if you take my meaning. Y'all boys know what a girl likes, don't you?”

Karl shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Whether it was because I was getting to him one way, or another, I couldn't tell. He was either nervous in front of his men, at having me so quickly rebound from my earlier advances, or I was getting to him in another, more tangible, way.

“Now, I don't want you distracting the men,” Karl said, his voice getting a little more stern.

“Oh,” I said in a low voice, as my free hand slid up front of my top, pulling it up a little at the hem to show a bit of midriff, “I like it when you talk that way, Boss. He always sound like this, boys?”

The other men, even Fed, chuckled.

I saw my chance right then, as I moved the smallest fraction of power away from Karl. “How about you, boys?” I continued, going for broke with my hand sliding up under my shirt again, pulling it up a little farther as I smiled as invitingly as I could. “You boys wanna be firm with me, too? Teach me a couple lessons?”

The three men I hadn't met yet laughed, and one of them even gave a little hoot of enthusiasm.

I grinned as I went to pull my top off over my head, even though I knew I might have just bitten off more than I could chew.