Page 109 of Into the Blue
He raises an eyebrow, only grunting at my methods to secure this date.
I feel a strange sense of glee being able to have this conversation.
Everything has led us to this moment.
“Does this mean we can start?” When he doesn’t respond, I take that as my cue to begin. “Perfect. First, we should go over the most recent events. As made apparent, I’ve been named and crowned the head of Lafayette. Everything that this family stands for is clear and present for any who dares look into us. We are the largest holder and facilitator of arms and cannabis in the South, from this point forward.” Milo opens his mouth, but I put a polite finger to my mouth indicating that he should be quiet. “That might be a little difficult to understand at present, but please save any questions for the end of this presentation,” I say with a smile.
He rolls his eyes but allows me to continue. “While,” I cough, “staying at your home, I was able to secure, as previously stated, over sixty-five percent of the cannabis being moved by Dupont from Colorado.” An apparent fact to him, but the next is not. “And California.” His mouth opens to speak but placing a finger to my lips again, I say, “The green that was believed to be obtained by Dupont was actually a reggie decoy and not the actual grower’s supply from SoCal.”
He blinks several times and his brows furrow in concentration. “How—”
“I’m getting there,” I assure him. “Currently, we are holding the product in two undisclosed locations with the proper storage, maintenance, and security to ensure that all product is ready to be distributed. And what do you know? I’m actually sitting in front of someone who needs product to sell–and probably fast–in order to regain control over his dropping profit margins. What are you at right now? Five percent?”
He grinds his teeth. “So, all this just to work for me?”
“No, no, no, no.” I stand grabbing the knife and walking over to where he’s bound. “See, I don’t want to workfor you. I’m proposing a partnership. Selling, you are better than anyone has ever seen. But everything else, that’s my wheelhouse. Together? We’d be untouchable.”
His wary eyes track the knife in my hand. I pull his long locs away from his face. My lips brush his ear when I say, “Seventy-thirty split.”
“Pretty generous,” he points out.
“I know,” I respond, running a finger under his chain at his neck. “I could give you twenty right now and sacrifice nothing. To account for damages from December to May. You know, when you held me in your home and away from my work?” He frowns, but I sit in his lap and kiss the corner of his mouth. “I can be very amenable when I want to be.”
He leans away from me to catch my eyes. “Stop playin’ with me, Racquelle. Not taking thirty. Sixty-forty.”
My dress rises up over my hips as I straddle his lap to look him in the eyes. My elbows rest on the table behind me as I consider his offer. His, however, drop down to where he can now see I came to this meeting with no panties on. Never said I would play fair.
In fact, I have zero intentions of playing fairly.
“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he comments as he listens to the sound of my finger running through my bare lips.
“You won’t be taking sixty… right?” I ask when I raise that finger between us.
“Another,” he commands, even with his hands bound I can feel that weighted energy surrounding me and the space.
I slide my middle and index fingers inside of me, only gasping slightly when I push in and out once. “Like this?” I ask.
Removing them, there’s a few moments of us both seeing my glistening fingers between us.
I bring my fingers to my lips, but he leans forward to catch them in his mouth before I can.
With the space cleared on the table, I scoot back on the surface to lift my pussy up where he’s eye level with me. Milo is just a breath away from me, but I move back out of his reach.
“Ah, before you can have that, there’s one last detail that you need to consider.”
“What detail is that?” He says, licking his lips clean.
Never go to waste.
Moving my heels to the ends of the armrests on his chair, I give him a full view of what my power looks like. “Do you remember…” I begin, “when you started to experience a consistent decline in the quality of the cannabis you were getting from Lafayette before you cut ties?”
The bomb settles between us and I allow him to think through what I’m saying. Precious moments pass where I can hear the gears grinding in his head, tracing back my maneuverings to long before we even met.
“The reggie… That was you?” I nod, my eyes crinkling with the wonder in his for me. “Fifty-fifty,” he barks.
“Thought you might say that,” I giggle, letting this last accomplishment fill my glow to the top.
“I love you, know that?” He says, eyes flicking between mine. The energy shifts in the room again.
