Page 1 of Sold Blood
Prologue
Isaiah
Two years before
I stare down at my desk, looking in the drawers for the reports from last week. For some reason the numbers at one of our clubs haven't been adding up correctly and it didn't start happening until we hired a new manager. When we’d asked him a few days ago if he was stealing from the club's safe, he kept pleading his innocence, saying he would never betray us that way. I guess the new cameras we had installed all over the club would confirm if he's telling the truth or not.
Whoever is stealing from us will be caught eventually. They always are, and usually Marcus, one of my business partners, likes to be the one to deal with them. Marcus is known to make the men who betray him beg and scream for their life by slowly tearing them apart until they stop breathing. I prefer to make it both torturous and quick. While my husband, Joey, takes alighter, more humane approach. I don’t care to have them taking up anymore of my precious time than they already have.
Loud voices travel through my office door and it sounds like two of my men arguing. Why the hell can't they do that shit somewhere else? They know I like it quiet when I work, yet they continue to stay where they are, testing my damn resilience.
I sigh, trying to ignore the disturbance. No matter how much I rummage through the pile of reports on my desk, the ones I'm looking for are nowhere to be found and have mysteriously gone missing. It's another thing I'll have to add to my very long list of things to look into.
Maybe they were taken by the same person stealing our supply. My office door opens and I sigh in frustration, not bothering enough to look up from my desk. "I'm busy, come back later."
"And what if I refuse?"
I smile, knowing that voice right away. After all these years it still has an effect on me in ways that cause my body to vibrate. Joey walks closer, placing himself between me and my desk. "I believe I asked you a question, Mister Boss Man."
His smile is mischievous and his eyes darken with arousal when they land on my already tenting pants. "You going to just sit there and gawk at me? Has overworking yourself fried your brain suddenly? Perhaps I need to find a way to bring you back to life." He climbs into my lap pressing his erection against mine. "Seems like we are already making progress."
I laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to pick up your tux from the tailor? Or am I going to have to marry you naked in front of everybody?"
He smiles, and his lips hover over mine. "We can always make it a private ceremony and I can have you fuck me in front of the marriage officiant right after we say I do."
I laugh. "That's an idea you should have never put in my head, because now I'm highly considering it.”
He kisses me gently at first, lightly flicking his tongue against mine and I devour his mouth, sliding my hand beneath his pants. I smile when my fingers are met with soft lace, and I’m wondering what color he has on today. I guess it doesn't really matter, because they will soon be ripped off and tossed on the floor.
"Fuck me," he says, panting and rocking into me. "Fuck me like it’s our last day on this earth."
I claim his mouth again, tangling our tongues together. I love it when his body trembles and grows needy above mine. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back as I lick and kiss along his slender neck. I stand up, bringing him with me and he relaxes in my arms, showing me so much trust. He knows he can always let go and I'll be there to catch him when he falls.
I've placed my body between him and many of our enemies over the years, so keeping him from coming in contact with the ground is a cake walk in comparison.
I know Joey can take care of himself and doesn't need me. But he knows how much I love keeping him safe, so he doesn't ever stand in my way. "It's more for you than it is for me," he always tells me. He's right. He's never needed me to be his hero, but I love playing the part anyway.
I keep kissing him as I set him on the desk, shoving his legs apart and putting my body between them. His tongue continues to dart between my lips, and my hand slides down the front of his body, teasing his erection by only grazing around it. I love making him beg for it and he loves it even more. "This I do more for you than me," I whisper against his lips.
I unbutton his pants, sliding my fingers inside his panties, and running them through his pubic hair, never letting them come in contact with his cock. He shudders, releasing a desperatewhimper. "You haven't been touching yourself again. Have you?"
"No," he says with heavy breaths.
"Are you lying to me, Roo?"
He shakes his head. "No, Izzy."
That nickname. I used to hate it at first, but the more it came out of Joey's sweet lips, the more it grew on me and the more I became his Izzy; his Isaiah—his everything. "Are you sure?" I shove my hand further between his thighs, squeezing his balls.
He moans loudly, biting his lower lip. "No."
I smile wickedly, and his body quivers the more I touch him. "I didn't think so."
I’d placed a camera in his car since he already knew of the one in his office. I didn't think he'd be so naughty that he'd touch himself in the parking lot. "What did I tell you about having patience, Roo?"
He gasps when my fingers tug at his straining cock. "Do I need to remind you?"
He shakes his head, but I know better than to take it as a no. "Remember your traffic light colors, baby."
