Shay Savage - Otherwise Unharmed

His eyes narrowed, and I hoped I hadn’t taken it too far.  I needed him to think I didn’t give a shit about him—only Greco—or I wasn’t going to be able to pull it off.  If I came across as too nice and compliant, he’d know something was up.

“So talk to him,” Micah snapped back.  “What the fuck do you want with me?”

“Well, that’s exactly where you come in,” I informed him.  I inhaled on the cigarette again, watching the red glow warm the center of my palm.  “I need you to arrange a meeting.  Neutral ground—like this place.”

“Why would I do that for you?”

“Well, ultimately I would say it’s in your best interest.”  I sat back and tossed the cigarette onto the nicely polished hardwood floor before stomping it out with my boot.  “If I keep working for Moretti, you’re going to move to the top of my list, especially considering your sister is banging his son.  He’s not too thrilled with that, you know.”

Micah glared.

“He’ll probably add her to my roll as well,” I added.  “Considering I killed off his secondary cleaner, I’d be the only one given the job.  Without me, he’s a little paralyzed right now.  If you don’t want to play nice, though, that’s okay.  I’ll just do a couple more jobs for Moretti before I leave town.”

“You’ve made your point,” he snarled.

“Glad to hear you can be reasoned with,” I said with a smile.  “I’ll be waiting for your call.”

I wrote my phone number on a napkin and tossed it to him before I stood up and left the bar.  I took a deep breath of summer air as I walked back into the street and headed to the nearest bus stop.

Nothing could have made that go any smoother.

Though I was quite sure Micah Severinov went straight to Greco with my offer, he took his sweet time getting back to me.  It took several days for me to receive his phone call, but I had expected the delay tactics and chose to spend the time finding a new apartment.

I found the perfect one just a few blocks away from the Loop near the Green Line, which gave me easy access back to downtown.  It was a smaller place than my old one, and with two people and a big dog, it seemed a little cramped to me, but still perfect for what we needed.  Lia wasn’t complaining—she thought the place was extravagant.  It was much bigger than the place she had been in and had a nice pool and a balcony with a good view of the area around us.  There was green space for Odin’s quick trips outside and a nice dog park a couple blocks away.

We moved in at night and had everything brought over within a couple of days.  Lia hated the whole living-out-of-boxes thing and worked hard to get the essentials unpacked as quickly as possible.  There was still a bunch of shit back at my place—I didn’t want it to look abandoned—but all of her stuff fit in the back of my car.

She didn’t have much.

“I don’t need anything,” Lia insisted.

“Yeah, fine,” I argued, “but what do you want?”

“Nothing.”

Frustrating fucking woman.  Why was it that on the rare occasion I did feel like buying shit for a chick, she didn’t want anything?

“I can just go out and get you stuff without you looking at it first,” I threatened.

“You said you didn’t want me out and about until you ‘took care of business,’” she reminded me.  “Besides, I’ve spent all afternoon moving shit all around and finding a place for it—I’m not up for a bunch of shopping on top of it all.”

“There’s always online shopping,” I countered.  “You don’t even have enough clothes to last you a week.”

“That’s why we got a place with a washer-dryer.”

“Bullshit.”

I pulled out my laptop and threatened to buy one of everything at Macys-dot-com until Lia finally gave up and sat down with me.  I pulled her onto my lap and kissed at her neck while she picked out a few things from a cheaper website.  She argued some more when I insisted on buying matching jewelry for the clothes she ordered, saying she only ever wore the necklace made from the quarter she’d once bounced off my ass.  I used my mouth and hands to persuade her until she finally relented.

Just to make a point, I paid extra for next-day shipping.

Lia turned around and straddled me.  Her lips met mine, and I grabbed her ass to hold her against my cock as she kissed me in thanks.  My hands wandered under her shirt, which quickly left her body and dropped to the floor along with her bra.  My lips covered her nipples one after the other, and I pushed her skirt up her thighs so I could grab the edge of her panties.

“You didn’t order any more underwear for me,” Lia said.  “If you keep tearing them off, I’m going to run out!”

Lia giggled as I held her up with one arm and unfastened my jeans with the opposite hand.  A moment later, I shoved her skirt up around her waist, pulled her panties to one side, and listened to her cry out as I impaled her with my cock.  I held her against me for a moment, then grabbed hold of her ass and moved her up and down over my shaft.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growled as I nipped at the skin of her shoulder.

Lia’s arms went around my neck, and she held on as I pulled her down onto me and pushed up with my hips.  I looked down to where we were connected and watched my cock moving in and out of her.

“Watch,” I told her.  “Watch me fuck you.”

Her eyes moved down, and her mouth hung open slightly as she panted hot breath across my face.  Her pupils dilated as she watched us move together, and her breathing increased until she was nearly gasping.

“You like that?  You like watching my cock in you?”

“Shit!  Evan!”

“Come on me,” I commanded.  “I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

“Almost…” she panted as she set a slightly faster pace.

I drove into her again and again, grasping her ass in both hands as I pulled her against me until I felt her muscles clenching down, and she cried out.  I kept up the tempo as she moaned and nearly collapsed against my chest.

“Fuck, yes!”  I wrapped an arm around her waist as I brought her down one last time and poured semen deep inside of her.

“Jesus,” she muttered against my shoulder.

I laughed softly and kissed the top of her head, content to hold her there as long as she was willing to stay right where she was.  It didn’t matter that the chair was digging into my ass uncomfortably—the rest of me felt too good to care.

I listened to her breathing slow and become steady.  Her arms slacked slightly, and I realized she had fallen asleep on me.  After unpacking shit, forced internet shopping, and a good, fierce fucking, she was completely worn out.

Cradling her head against my shoulder, I inhaled the scent of her hair and felt myself smile.

Gavino Greco wanted to meet me back at Quay, and it occurred to me I needed to know a bit more about the owners, bartender, and clientele, but it would have to wait for another time.  When Micah called me back, they wanted to meet immediately.

Not one to be stupid, I brought both my Beretta in its shoulder holster and a blade, which fit nicely into my boot.  As I entered the bar, I saw Gavino Greco, Craig Flannigan, who appeared to be acting as his bodyguard these days, Micah, and Micah’s uncle, Andrey Severinov.

Greco sat in the lounge area where Micah had been when we met previously with Andrey sitting next to him.  Craig was standing to Greco’s right, and Micah took up a similar position on Andrey’s left.  I evaluated each of them carefully as I approached the table.

Greco was wearing an expensive Italian suit not too different from the one I was wearing.  He sat back in the booth too casually, making it look forced, which it probably was.  He was uncomfortable with the situation, and his cheek twitched slightly, showing me his nervousness.

Craig Flannigan had shaved off the thick, red beard he usually had, and his hair had been cut shorter than it was when I had seen him last.  He stood up straight to show off his height and had his feet positioned farther apart than they needed to be.  He reminded me of a cat trying to make itself look bigger and more ferocious than it actually was.  Still, there was a clear outline of a gun under his jacket, and he wasn’t trying to hide it.  He wasn’t someone to underestimate though he wasn’t a bright guy at all.  We’d been in close quarters before, and I’d gotten the better of him.  The glare in his eyes told me he hadn’t forgotten.

Andrey Severinov was lanky and blond, much like his younger nephew.  I hadn’t met him before, but I’d seen plenty of pictures of him.  Of the group, he was the most difficult to read, his face calm and serene.  Nothing in his posture indicated he was concerned about anything.

Micah was just grinning, but whether that was because he was getting in good with the bosses by bringing me to them for business endeavors or because they planned on killing me right here and now, I didn’t know.

I reached the table and looked directly into the face of Gavino Greco.  I held out my hand, which he took slowly.

“A pleasure to meet with you under amenable circumstances, sir,” I said.

“Are they?” he asked cautiously as we shook hands.

“That’s my intent, sir.”

He raised his eyebrows at me and then glanced to Andrey.

“I don’t believe you’ve met,” he said.  “Andrey Severinov, Evan Arden.”

“Good to finally meet you in person, sir.”  I shook his hand as well.

“I know you by reputation,” Andrey said.  He had a slight Russian accent that was not shared by his nephew.  “I have to admit to being a little surprised in the way that we are meeting.”