Indebted to the Mafia King

*Cal*

"I didn't think you meant your bar when you said 'somewhere safer,"" Heidi points out with a note of amusement in her voice as I guide us inside through the back door.

I managed to shake whoever was following us, but I don't think I lost them completely. They might be somewhere near, watching my next moves. They know I own this place, but I can't show Heidi any sign of worry or fear right now. I can only hope they don't have ulterior motives tonight other than keeping an eye on us. An attack would be a fucking mess with Heidi here with me.

"It wasn't my first thought, but considering you really liked my office the last time you were here, I figured, why not?"

Heidi seems surprised by my answer, but her expression softens as soon as I open the door to my office, and she finds everything exactly as she remembers it.

"Make yourself comfortable," I tell her, pecking her on the lips, one hand gripping her waist. "I'll just send my men away and get us both something to drink," I lie.

I will get us something to drink, but I don't plan to send my men away. Or maybe I do. I need to have them on the cartel's tail. It's the only clue we've had in a long time, I can't risk losing it. "I'll be right back."

I close the door behind me, leaving Heidi alone in my office as I head upstairs to find Hunter or Sam, or anyone who can go after the SUV I just saw.

"Ian!" I call, finding the barkeep in his usual spot behind the counter.

The bar isn't crowded, and the staff is already getting ready for the night shift, which will be much busier.

Ian looks at me with concern in his eyes as he notices my serious tone and expression.

"Where are Sam and Hunter?" I ask bluntly, not bothering to lower my voice.

Everyone nearby is part of the Irish Kings, so thankfully I don't need to be careful with what I say. At least, not if Heidi does as I said and keeps her beautiful ass inside my office until I get back.

"Hunter is out grabbing the stock of beer for tonight, and Sam went to the storage room," he tells me with a frown. "Is everything okay, Boss?"

I nod, already turning on my heel and heading for the storage room. As he informed me, I find my best man squatting down, grabbing a box of whiskey from the bottom shelf.

"I need you to go on a mission," I say, not even bothering to greet him properly.

Sam turns to look at me, getting to his feet in an instant. "What happened?" he asks, the box of whiskey already forgotten.

"There was an SUV from the cartel following Heidi and me," I explain, lowering my voice just in case someone wanders by who doesn't need to hear all of this.

"Are they here?" Sam frowns.

"I managed to outwit them, but I'm sure they know I came here since they know the location of the bar. I brought Heidi here with me, so I need you to get the guys and track them down," I order. "I'll stay here and entertain her until it's safe to take her back home. I don't want anyone finding out where she lives." That thought alone makes my insides churn. The fact they already know about her existence, and that they dared to threaten me with a picture of her, is more than enough. The last thing I need is to give them more ammunition.

"I'll get to it, Boss. Don't worry," he reassures me with a sharp nod. "What do you want us to do? Should we get them or just watch their moves?"

I consider his question. Do I want them to make a mess and bring the guys here for a one-on-one interrogation while Heidi is inside? Definitely not. But this might be our only chance to do it.

"I'll leave you to make that decision. Depending on what they are doing, you can just follow them and find out where their headquarters are in the city. We can form a plan afterward," I say. "If things get ugly, get them to our warehouse in the port. Keep me updated."

Sam nods once more before leaving the storage room.

I take a deep breath and head back upstairs, asking Ian to prepare Heidi a cocktail. The bar is busier now, and some patrons crowd the bar, ordering their beers. Others are playing pool or sitting at the tables.

A few minutes later, I get back to my office with Heidi's drink in hand, finding her seated in my chair, her feet lazily resting on my desk as if she owns this place.

My dick twitches in my pants as I kick the door behind me closed.

"I took the liberty of snooping around since you took so long and left me here by myself," she informs me, shooting a smile in my direction.

I put her cocktail down on the table in front of the couch and stride toward her, my steps slow and cautious, like a lion stalking its prey.

Her eyes are stuck on me as she watches me close the distance between us. One look at her, and all my worries are forgotten, the black SUV vanishing from my mind completely.noveldrama

But before I'm able to put my hands on her again, she gets on her feet, brushing past me and heading for the couch. She takes the cocktail from the table and sips the colorful liquid, her tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip.

The whole scene is fucking sexy as hell, but it's like she doesn't even realize the effect she has on me. Heidi looks so innocent, so fragile and pure at first glance, but knowing what she is capable of doing with her mouth, and that perfect body of hers, I can't look at her and imagine myself doing anything else other than fucking her to oblivion.

"I was thinking... I'd like to have a bookstore where I could add my own decoration, everything I like. Kind of what you did with your office here," she notes, gesturing around the room. "I love what you've done here, and I think it'd be nice to do something similar in my new shop. What do you think?"

Her asking my opinion catches me off guard, but surprisingly, I feel happy that she did. It's like she cares about what I think, and somehow that tells me a lot about how she sees me and the position I have in her life.

"I think that's the best idea you've had so far," I tell her honestly.

"I don't know what I'll do yet, but being here makes me feel at peace. Like I belong," she continues, sipping her drink again. "And you could help me. Maybe tell me where you bought all of these nice pieces." "You can take it all if you want."

Her eyes narrow at me, but she doesn't look pissed. "I don't want you to give away what's yours. I can buy the things I like, I just need you to tell me where to find them," she retorts.

"I know. But I'm willing to give them to you anyway."

She studies me, silence enveloping us for a moment. I hold my breath, wondering if I said something to ruin our night. Her eyes hold an intense gaze, and if I could guess, I'd say she's just as eager for me to get into her pants as I am, but I don't want to make a wrong assumption.

When she swallows down another  gulp of her drink and walks toward me, I know I'm right.

Her mouth collides with mine, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me toward her. I devour her, feeling alive now that I can taste her again.

I'm glad I told Ian not to show up here or allow anyone to come after me because this time, I don't intend to stop. I need to keep Heidi distracted-as well as myself-until I can take her home, and thankfully, this is the best way I can possibly think of.

Her jacket is on the floor in less than a minute. She doesn't wait for me to help her with her boots, kicking them off while I pull her shirt over her head. Wearing only her bra and her pants, I take her in, my eyes roaming over her from head to toe.

"You're overdressed," she complains, tugging at the bottom of my shirt and undressing me.

She slides her fingers across my abs and caresses my muscles, causing shivers to course through my body. I watch as she slides her hands down, until she gets to the waistband of my pants. She looks up at me, her eyes mischievous as she opens the button, and her hand delves beneath the fabric of my boxers.

I hiss when she wraps her soft, delicate fingers around my shaft, massaging me, pumping me up and down excruciatingly slowly.

Wanting something to do with my hands and needing to touch her, I cup her breasts while her ministrations leave me on the edge of insanity. Tired of her pants, I unzip them and slide them down, finally getting to see her beautiful, toned legs. The lingerie set she is wearing leaves little to the imagination, but I intend to get rid of that as quickly as possible, too. I allow Heidi to remove my pants, and when I'm only in my boxers and tired of this make out session, I look at her, determined to start playing for real.