Page 86 of Ride or Die
Grabbing his crutches, Colt hobbles back to his bed and reaches into his bedside table drawer. He grabs a box and sits down, placing it on the bed beside him. I look at it and him curiously.
“I picked this up before I got hurt and was waiting to give it to you on your birthday, but it feels right today. You’ve taken such good care of me, and I want you to have this so you can remember how much I love you.” I sit beside him and open the box to find a necklace with a heart pendant embellished with our birthstones. My eyes widen, and I take it out of the box to look at it.
“Colt, it’s so beautiful. I love it,” I say quietly, and he gives me an adorable smile.
“Wear it tonight, so that I’m there with you.” My heart literally melts at his words, and I bite my trembling lip to stop from crying.
“Of course. Thank you babe, I love you." I lean forward, cupping his cheek and kissing him again.
“I love you too.” He leans into my hand and kisses my wrist.
With a sigh, I reluctantly finish slipping into my short black spaghetti strap dress that pushes up my tits perfectly. I throw on the necklace he gave me, so he’s there with me, just like he said. We say our goodbyes, and as always, it's a dramatic departure for these things.
My bad boy, the big softy.
I blow him a kiss and close the door behind me as he watches me leave, knowing that feeling too well. All he can do now is wait.
Axel and I drive forty minutes into the city and park across the street from the condo building of the Bentley owner. He frequents a different bar every Saturday and brings home a woman every time. And that’s why we are here, to follow him to his venue of choice.
He emerges from the building in a black suit with no tie and his hair slicked back. The condo's valet steps out of the Bentley, and they exchange pleasantries. I can’t deny that he is a handsome man, which makes it a bit easier to adjust to the idea of flirting with him. Axel studied him well and is wearing a similar outfit, his usually unkempt hair slicked back too.
“So that’s him. You ready?” Axel asks, never taking his eyes off the target.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” Axel puts the car into drive and we follow him for the fifteen-minute drive to the lounge, where he pulls into the valet as expected. Axel drops me on the sidewalk, and drives the car to an alley across the street so we can walk up to the bar separately, but close to one another.
As I follow him in, I notice he puts the valet ticket into his wallet, making this that much more difficult. I tap my lips twice, the signal to put our other plan in motion.
I have to roofie the guy.
I walk into the lounge and see him approach the bar. He promptly orders a drink like he’s a regular with a tab, and his order takes priority over everyone else’s.
He immediately turns and starts chatting with the lady beside him. This guy wastes no time, so I have to move quickly before she takes his attention for the night.
Axel heads in the opposite direction, sitting at the other end of the bar. I make my way over to the target and squeeze my body in beside him, smiling weakly at the couple I am crowding on one side, but making sure to press my breasts against his back as I move in.
I allow my hand to glide down his back as I position myself on the stool, and he turns to look at me.
The bartender spots me at the same time. "What can I get you?” the bartender asks as he eyes me up, making my skin flush.
“I’ll take a glass of white wine please,” I say delicately. This gains the interest of the target, and his eyes light up as he takes me in as well. My heart is racing, hoping I can pull this off.
A small grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Well hello there, the name is Bronson. And you are?” I bat my eyes at him.
“Nice to meet you, Bronson. My name is Genevieve.” I make sure to giggle stupidly and check him out with seductive eyes as I put my hand out for him. Clearly he likes it because he licks his lips and his mouth parts into a smile before he kisses the back of my hand.
“What brings you here, Genevieve?” he asks, leaning onto the bar with a flirtatious look in his eyes.
“I’ve never been here before. I figured I would try it out. So far I’m pretty pleased with what I see," My tongue darts out, wetting my lower lip, and his eyes drop to watch my mouth. He is eating it up. "Do you come here often?
“Yeah, I’ve been here before. It’s a nice place to get a drink,” he says easily, trying to act smooth. The bartender brings me my drink, but before I can pay, Bronson slides the cash along the bar to him.
“Such a gentleman,” I purr and touch his arm, dragging my finger along his forearm. He gives me a proud, beaming smile as I pick up my glass.
"Cheers to meeting new people." I put up my glass and give him my best smile, our glasses clinking before we each take a sip with our eyes on one another.
We chat for a bit. I act like I work at a local hotel in reception and he tells me he’s in management at a bank. Surprisingly, I’m totally into the role. The more we converse and touch each other, the easier it gets. A simple arm squeeze turns into his hand on my lower back and whispers in my ear. I think I’ve got him right where I want him.
“How about we get a table, Bronson?” I smile at him.
