FLAMES“You are killing me, baby”, I SLUMPED ON TOP OF HER, drained of everything.Five, six times and there was no quenching the hunger that racked my blood and veins every time this woman touched me or smiled at me.This past week had been defined by shit slapping me from every corner once it got the chance.Howard Spiro was a lunatic who had tried killing a ton of innocent people simply because he was on the loosing end with my father, after the little stunt he pulled, getting him incarcerated wasn’t a difficult feat.And just to make his life fucking harder, I added some evidence-fake evidence- with Blaze’s help that would keep the bastard behind bars till his teeth fell out and his hair thinned on his head.The other shit, the one that had bugged me so fucking much was the fact that the three bombs that had been planted at my parent’s place could have killed everyone.Blaze, who was good at pyrotechnics and all that shit, had only managed to diffuse two of them once he realized t
MIA‘THE INVENTORY’S UP TO DATE, all that’s left is contacting Gavin Villanueva, the designer I told you about?”I gazed at my phone one last time with a goofy smile before I faced the brunette who had been stressing since she invited me over for coffee.“The one in Paris”, I affirmed, she cut her croissant throwing a piece in her mouth.“Yeah, that one, the only problem is I can’t leave the country without ‘you know who’”Oh, I knew.Lucy had been breathing down my neck with Blaze’s name over and over again, if it wasn’t for the fact that I liked Blaze, I would have deemed him the most pig headed human to walk the face of the earth from Lucy’s description of him.“Does your dad still think Edward Townsend might try to approach you?”Pushing her hair away from her face, swallowing the piece of croissant before leaping for another pinch, she sighed,“Eddie, the Spiros, not that I mean to diss my brother but since he arrived, my old man has been on edge and Blaze is like the son he neve
FLAMES‘I CAN’T DO THIS’“You can’t or you won’t?” Berkely leveled me with a stare handing me a bottle of brandy.“Both and don’t give me that crap of there comes a time in a man’s life where he needs to be responsible”, I chastised, the bottle of brandy on my lips, my fingers typing away shit on my phone.Mia hadn’t texted back in two hours now and normally that would have made me go bonkers but I had a slight feeling she was with Lucy and even though my sister had a knack of attracting trouble, that at least reassured me she was doing fine.Better than I was by far.My eyes went back to the streaks of the Miami sun throwing the last shades of orange on a busy city.This city had once been my refuge. Away from shit that ate me up, away from my past and instead had been my source of livelihood, my tether.Being a mercenary, being a bodyguard, disposing men the way I did cigarette blunts that was what defined life in Miami. Taking risks, being angry every damn time, never letting go of
MIA‘STAY BACK! STAY BACK, OKAY?’“Mae mae please”She moved an inch towards me, I took one step back my body hitting the cold railing behind me. she stretched out her hands towards and I could only nod my head sideways in disbelief because this…the woman in front of me couldn’t be my sister.She looked like her, yes.Had the same voice.Might have even aged a decade but she was not—“Don’t call me that”, I whispered, my lips quivering and the tears that I had held up in my eyes threatening to spill in fat chunks.“It’s me and I know it’s hard to get what’s happening but you have to listen to me, okay?”Listening to a stranger who had my sister’s face was maddening. Like speaking to a ghost and trying to convince yourself you were not going insane.The proper thing to do should have been to scream or to make a run for it and forget I had seen anything in the first place.But there was just that look in her eyes that made me still, that made me want to believe I wasn’t going mad and th
FLAMESFOUR MONTHS LATER|PRESENT DAY|MOTHERFUCKING DAMN IT.Hands clutched around my walkie, I stared at the screen hard as the man I had told to stay undercover rushed in like a fucking rookie.“I told him to stand down!” I roared, “I told him to fucking stand down!”“I know”, Holy said beside me as he started pulling as much of the feeds inside as he could.The rookie who had been promoted to field agent a few weeks ago had taken the bad fucking time to turn rogue.He was supposed to stay and observe the in and the out, not to be fucking involved in the dealings, in the auction goddamn it!“Do you see him?”Holy checked the feeds again, the party was still going on strong, no alerts that us and the FBI had infiltrated the black-market auction and that should have calmed my titties down but it didn’t.My man was nowhere to be seen and if he wasn’t dead, I would kill him my fucking self.“Still no sights of him. He went right in after Aiden Hunt, you think his cover’s blown?”The fu
MIA|PRESENT DAY|“Charlie will take care of the sales and the venue. Go home, MAE”WITH A SCRUTINIZING LOOK, HER HANDS REACHED over to mine over her glass desk, running a creasing thumb on my palm.I gave her a small tight smile. Work was the only thing keeping me sane and home well home was just one apartment filled with things Elise had bought over the past months and it didn’t really feel like home.“Okay”, I said curtly, she stood up from her chair walking around her desk and leaning down to hug me.“I’m not trying to get rid of you, you know that right? You deserve a break, sis. You need a break from all of this”“I know”And she was right. Kissing the top of my head, her heels clicked against the floor as she went back to her seat.Then with that business look she posed for magazines on many occasions, she leveled me with,“I’ll see you later?”“Yeah, and please make sure Charlie doesn’t mess this up”“I will, take care”Picking my bag from the seat opposite mine, I struggled
FLAMES“SIT”As soon as I stood in the doorway closing the door behind me, the mutt came running, clawing my pants at the seams.His eyes wandered to the shopping bag in my left hand and I barked another order knowing very well he wouldn’t listen to a damn thing.“Stay” He barked and I picked him up with one hand setting my bag somewhere on the ground.Training Thunder on the dos and don’ts had escaped my mind a long time ago. He didn’t pee or poop in the house thank the fucking gods for that.We had established some sort of system together. He didn’t leave me and I fucking didn’t leave him either.He was the only fucking good thing going on and I guess deep down I was the only person he gave a fuck about.Setting him down on the couch and escaping to the kitchen to get his bowl, the metallic container had barely touched my fingers when my phone buzzed in my pants.Geoffrey Culkin aka Jeff never called if shit hadn’t gone sideways on my end.And on occasion, it was either my men had
FLAMESI WAS BLOODY RUNNING TO MY CAR TOO.CRAZED, OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND, PISSED, CONFUSED.The phone I had dodged somewhere on my passenger’s seat rung. Traffic gained on us, the Audi sedan changed lane and I was two fucking cars behind to catch up to her.Fucking Mia Tonelli.I came to a stop the minute the red light shone from the traffic post picking my phone with hands shaking and that was a first.I might have been angry at the situation, probably angry too at myself for chasing after a woman I swore never to chase the minute she left my fucking life but I was anxious and with the anxiety came the realization that she was two times her weight with a baby bump of what?Five? Four months?Around the time we weren’t together?She was carrying a fetus in there not that pregnant women carried canon balls in them in the first place but the question was…Shit.Was the kid mine? I might have not have liked the idea. Might have not wanted to chase after a woman under the hot sun across