Page 74 of Roulette: The Madam

To my grandmother before her passing.

They were tough soldiers to the world, but to me, they were part of a kingdom where their fragility was praised. Supported. Favored.

“You’re too pretty to frown.”

Fow.

Raquim learned a valuable lesson after the first bullet collided with the window. Underestimating a Childers was a mistake not many made. It could cost them their life. It would cost Raquim his if he tried exiting the vehicle again.

Fow.

Fow.

Fow.

Amused by her determination, I watched from afar, waiting for her to run out of bullets. She was working with an extended clip, so it would be a while.

Fow.

The sound repeated itself as she grew angrier with the lack of success she was experiencing. Her determination was sexy. So was her stance and the fact that I knew she wasn’t wearing a fucking thing under that trench.

“It’s bulletproof.”

She halted at the sound of my voice. Her squared shoulders rounded. The shield she’d quickly enabled began to dissolve. Her position pumped my chest with pride. She felt safe. Secure.

“Israel–”

Her voice was sharp. Slightly agitated. Possibly angry. But, there was no need to be. Her well-being was my only concern.My only desire was to take care of her tonight, not only in the bedroom. She wasn’t in a position to take care of herself. And, even if she was, I still wanted the task.

“You’re in no condition to drive home, Roulette. Lower your weapon and get inside of my car.”

I rounded the car. Her gun was still trained.

Stubborn. I noted. Extremely.

But, I like it. There wasn’t a single thing I’d discovered about Roulette that I didn’t like,yet.

“Voluntarily–” I explained, “But, I’m not above force.”

She turned to face me, finally lowering her weapon. This wasn’t the bedroom. And, the reversal of roles wasn’t an option. My submission was situational. This was not the situation. There would hardly be any others. The bedroom was almost the only exception.

“One night, Israel. And, our night ended in P12.”

I approached her. Her words were going into one ear and coming out of the other. She wasn’t talking about shit for real. And, I couldn’t allow her to believe she was.

When I finally stopped, I was an inch short of her frame.

“Frankly, our night ends when I say it ends, Madam.”

I swooped her up in my arms, and tossed her over my shoulder. She was far too fragile to be standing in the dark of the night unsure of whether she was coming or going. The sirens in the distance prompted me to put a move on it. There was no time to waste going back and forth with Roulette. She was coming with me and that was final.

“You’re not even in a position to walk.”

She rested against me. Her body softened. Comfort found her. Calmness found me.

“Good girl,” I whispered.

I lowered her onto the passenger seat. With curious, tired eyes, she peered up at me as I pulled the seatbelt over her body.

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