Miami Inferno, page 12
The ride into town wasn’t nearly as fun as it would’ve been had she been driving, but Lyle navigated the busy Miami highways with ease, giving her time to think.
Gia was waiting outside the apartment building where she lived. Lyle followed them into the elevator to the top floor; his stance kept anyone from joining them.
“Would you like to come inside, Mr. Lyle?” Gia asked with her sunglasses still on.
“It’s just Lyle. If you don’t mind, I’d like to inspect the inside, and then I’ll just wait in the hall.” His deep baritone voice brooked no argument.
“Okay.” She tapped in her key code to open the door. The door unlocked, but Lyle pushed past them to enter first.
“Wait here,” he murmured.
She met Gia’s eyes, and both ladies shrugged at the same time, bursting into giggles.
“All’s clear. I’ll just be outside.” Lyle stepped aside while they entered then stepped out into the hallway, closing the door securely behind himself.
“Wow. That was intense,” Gia wheezed.
“I’ve never heard him say so many words. He’s more of a nodder or grunter in my experience.” Angel glanced toward the door to make sure he wasn’t still there.
Gia led the way into the kitchen. A bottle of sparkling Moscato was popped open and two flutes filled to the rim. They both loved sweet dessert wine. By the time the second bottle was opened, she felt pleasantly buzzed.
The ringing of Gia’s phone made Angel laugh. Her best friend was always stealing her brothers’ phones and changing their settings. The poppy song “Barbie Girl” was obviously her newest form of torture for Lorenzo. Since Fernando had checked himself into rehab, she had told Angel she’d made Ando’s ringtone normal, but only for a short time.
“Hello, this is Gia, sister extraordinaire,” her friend giggled, pushing buttons on her phone.
Grabbing the still ringing phone out of Gia’s hands before the caller hung up, Angel swiped her finger over the screen. “Hi Ren,” she said breathlessly.
“Hi, baby. Are you ready to come home?” Lorenzo asked.
“No. I’m ready to go to your house. I don’t have a home to call my own.” Angel’s words sounded slurred to her own ears.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Lorenzo countered.
“Kay,” Angel giggled. “Love you.”
Lorenzo chuckled. “Oh, Angel, I love you more.”
Gia grabbed the phone from Angel, pushing the speaker button. “Are you coming to get my best friend?”
“Yes.” Lorenzo’s voice sounded strained.
“Okay, but can I have her bodyguard? Cause he’s really hot in a Sylvester Stallone kind of way. I just really want to hear him yell, Yo Adrian.” She fell off the couch when Angel snatched the phone back, laughing like a loon.
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“I’m pulling into the garage. I’ll be up in a couple minutes.” Lorenzo ended the call. He’d called his sister to ask her to invite Angel over for a girls’ day in. He wanted to finalize his plans for tomorrow night but knew she was going stir crazy in his house. Had he known they’d get shit-faced, he might have called Mrs. Rugiero instead.
Lyle sat in a big chair outside his sister’s apartment, but stood at Lorenzo’s approach.
“They’ve not left all day. I don’t think either lady noticed the sun going down.” Lyle tilted his head toward the door. Giggles could be heard through the thick wood. “And, just for the record, I will not be saying Yo, Adrian for anyone.”
Lorenzo laughed at the serious expression on Lyle’s face. “Spoilsport.”
He punched in the code to the apartment and stepped inside to see his sister half-on, half-off the sofa and Angel on the floor, both girls giggling uncontrollably.
“You two are seriously going to give me grey hair.” He bent, and kissed Angel on the forehead.
“You’d be sexy with grey hair.” Angel said.
Gia nodded. “Yep. Take Papá for instance. He is still handsome.” His sister’s encouraging words ended with a very unladylike burp.
After tucking his sister into bed with the help of Lyle, Lorenzo carried a sleeping Angel to the elevator. The bodyguard pressed the button for the basement, then after checking the area, he led Lorenzo and his precious cargo to the large sedan with the blacked-out windows. Lorenzo hated being separated from his woman for another second. Her sleeping form was one he didn’t want to give up, even for the short drive to his home. A quick call, and one of his men were coming to pick up his car, while he got in with Angel, letting a competent Lyle drive.
Once home, he undressed Angel, who didn’t even stir as he placed her under the covers of his big bed. Tomorrow, he had big plans. He hoped she wasn’t too hungover.
“Someone is drilling inside my head,” Angelina grumbled the next morning.
“Here sit up, love.” He helped her sit up, his eyes immediately going to the swell of her breasts.
She grabbed the two pills and took a sip of juice. “Okay, now let me go back to sleep,” she said, pulling a pillow over her head.
Lorenzo shook his head, setting the cup on the end table. “Come on, my sweets. Once you take a shower, you’ll feel much better.”
He finally got a cranky Angel into the large shower. After helping her bathe, massaging the shampoo into her thick hair, he wasn’t sure who hurt more. Her and her head, or he and his neglected erection, but he had plans for them. The aroma of her body wash filled his senses, permeating the bathroom as they got out.
“I booked a day at the spa for you and Gia today. I thought you both might enjoy a nice, relaxing day to be pampered and catered to. What do you think?”
From the way she observed him through half-closed lids, while he made her favorite scrambled egg on toast sandwich, he wasn’t sure if she was on to him. She’d tossed her hair into what he heard they called a messy bun. Lorenzo thought she looked amazing even when hungover.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked, staring at him in shock.
He feigned an innocence, or hoped it passed for innocent. “I’m always nice.”
“You truly are the most amazing, sexy, and yes, nice man I know.” She leaned over and kissed him, making him hard all over again.
In the end, she agreed. He’d already organized it with Gia, who’d groaned when he called to wake her before he got Angel out of bed.
The next step to his big surprise was already being prepared. He checked his watch before he made his way to his and Derek’s club, Miami Inferno. Although he trusted the planner he’d hired, he still wanted to check for himself everything was like he envisioned.
The cabana was set up close to the lapping waves, but not close enough to mess with his plans. A lantern-lit walkway led the way to the enclosure. It would be the only illumination they’d have until they got inside.
Everything was just as he wanted.
The table was set, a bottle of Dom was in a bucket being chilled, and the weather was perfect. Now all he needed to do was pick up his woman.
The spa was on the opposite side of the strip. A frown crossed his features. The day would’ve been perfect, except his private investigator had lost Andrew Cage’s trail twenty-four hours ago. The last time he’d been seen was in New York, at the airport. The other man never boarded the plane. His security team had been alerted, but they hadn’t been able to locate Andrew either. He was living up to his last name as a cagey bastard.
He phoned Lyle to let him know what time he’d be there. The bodyguard was going to follow them, but Lorenzo insisted he wanted to drive with Angel alone. If he had her in the back of a car, he feared they wouldn’t make it to the beach on time. Each time he was with her, the need to possess her became greater. Her dark hair and gorgeous green eyes staring at him with such need, and love, amazed him. He would never get tired of being with her.
The first sight he got of Angel took his breath away. She wore a strapless butter-yellow dress with her gorgeous legs on display, with a short skirt and killer heels. The messy bun hairdo had been replaced with large curls that framed her beautiful face, her makeup a contrast of minimal, except for the eyes and her lips. The shiny pink gloss called to him. She was perfect, and he wanted to run his hands up the curves of her body, feel the perfect globes of her ass in his palms while he lifted her against him.
He strode to where she stood with his sister, who was beautiful in her own right, but Angel captivated him.
His woman shifted from one foot to the other, her nervousness plain to see.
The shy smile she gave him almost undid him. He tilted her chin up and did what he’d wanted since he’d first spotted her. He claimed her lips in a searing kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She tasted sweeter than wine.
A throat being cleared had him lifting away, putting space between their bodies.
“I’m off, Brother. Take good care of my friend.” Gia patted his arm and kissed Angel on the cheek.
“Always.” The word shot out of his mouth without hesitation.
His baby sister sauntered past Lyle. Whatever she said to him had the big man’s cheeks turning a shade of red.
Chapter Eleven
Andrew’s anger burned, his gut twisted at the image of his ex and her lover. He’d given Angelina something he’d not given any other woman. A ring. What did the little whore do with it? She tossed it back in his face like a meaningless piece of garbage. Damn her and her worthless hide.
He signaled the bartender for another shot. The man wisely kept his mouth shut and the amber liquor flowing. Turning on the stool, he watched the somewhat busy bar as it began to fill up. A woman who resembled Angelina walked in, only he could tell she was a working girl. She turned her head left, and then right before her gaze zeroed in on the bar. He made sure he kept his expression neutral, lifting his arm up, showing off the expensive watch on his wrist. Her practiced walk navigated the busy room, not wanting to appear too eager, yet not unaffected either, a happy medium.
The closer she got, the more excited he was. Instead of piercing green eyes, dark brown ones gazed at him, almost obliterating his fantasy. “Good evening, gorgeous. What’s a nice girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?” Andrew turned to face the woman more fully. She stepped closer, almost between his spread thighs.
A well-manicured nail traced his lapel. “Sugar, I haven’t been a good girl for a long time, unless that’s your fantasy.”
Pleased he wasn’t going to have to woo this woman, he shifted, inserting his leg between her thighs, making the ridiculously short skirt ride higher. He was sure the patrons behind them would be getting a view of her ass, but she wasn’t his woman.
“Are you a dirty bitch, then?” He softened the words with a charming smile.
“Why don’t we go somewhere so we can talk about it?” she asked, letting her weight rest on his thigh.
Barely restraining himself from hiking her skirt up and fucking her right then and there, he nodded. “I’m all about less talking, and more doing.”
She blinked. “You are my kind of man. Oh, by the way, my name is Blair.”
He saw no true desire in her brown eyes, but that was okay. He didn’t care. His dick had been hard when he’d first spied her, thinking about Angelina. Now, as he imagined fucking her like he’d been denied the opportunity, his cock became unbelievably harder. A fact Blair seemed to find delight in, thinking it was her doing.
“You have somewhere we can go that’s less crowded than this bar?” Andrew asked, his voice came out in a rough growl.
Clearly uncomfortable at his question, but she recovered quickly, standing up and stepping back. He watched as she pulled her miniscule skirt down her thighs.
Andrew was satisfied to notice the bartender hadn’t been paying any attention to their little exchange. “Why don’t you go wait by the door for me, while I pay my bill?”
Her eyes narrowed, but she took in the row of shot glasses and the few other short glasses lined up behind him. “All right,” Blair agreed then turned to walk back through the maze of people.
After settling his bill, he took a longer walk around the bar, not wanting the bartender to see him meeting up with the whore.
Outside the hotel bar, he insisted they walk, saying he needed a little fresh air. Luckily, her flat wasn’t that far, and she had no roommate. Once inside, he admired the large space. In New York, property was spendy, and a woman who could afford a place on her own with a panoramic view of the city clearly made good money.
Blair gestured for him to take a seat on her leather sofa, but Andrew wasn’t there to make conversation. He double checked the locks were set on the door, easing the heavy chain lock into place as well.
“I think we can skip the niceties and get straight to what we both know we are here for.” Andrew yanked on his tie, dragging the offending item off his neck. Yes, he’d use the silk tie to bind the little slut.
The woman nodded, beckoned him with her finger, and began walking backward. He presumed it was toward her bedroom. Andrew followed, unbuttoning his shirt, dragging it out of his pants. Reaching her bedroom, she shucked out of her outfit and stood in a pushup bra and thong. She stood with her hands at her side, gazing at him with an obvious practice of seduction.
“Do you want to talk about money?” He asked, kicking off his shoes.
She looked surprised. “No. I actually don’t.”
He imagined she worried he was a cop. Andrew would put her fears on that level at ease soon enough. Within moments, he was standing before her naked, stroking his dick, watching her eyes flare.
Her headboard was a large metal piece that would be the perfect item for his purpose. She exuded confidence, and he couldn’t wait to beat it out of her, unlike Charity, who he couldn’t let loose on completely. “Get up on the bed.”
He crawled on after her, holding onto his tie he’d picked up. As he lifted her hands above her head, she made a small moan of pleasure. Andrew bent and kissed her, a hard press of lips, licking inside, tasting sweet peppermint.
After making sure her arms were secured to the headboard, he got up off the bed. “Do you have any scarves? I’d like to tie you down, show you how good I can make you feel.” Lies. All lies. Andrew tweaked her nipples, bending to suck them into his mouth one at a time.
Beneath her lace panties she had a small tattoo peeking out, he wanted to see it more clearly. Using his strength, he ripped the tiny straps on each side.
“Hey, what if those were my favorite pair.” She feigned a pout. “By the way, I have some silk stockings you can use instead of scarves. Top drawer in the corner.”
“Great,” he said abruptly then turned to fetch the bindings.
He gazed down at Blair, seeing Angelina, her arms secured above her head, legs spread wide with her pussy open for him to take. Climbing onto the bed again, he straddled her chest, raising her head with his hand fisting her hair. He used her mouth, making her suck him first, uncaring of the tears that formed in her eyes.
By the time he landed the first blow to her face, fear replaced the anger, and then resignation as he’d slowly used her body over and over. He’d grabbed a few other pieces of her clothing to stifle her screams, and by the time he’d walked out of her bathroom, freshly showered, he wasn’t sure if her chest was still moving up and down. Through the blood and mottled bruises, he couldn’t tell, uncaring if she lived or had died.
He’d make Angelina pay just like he’d made Blair, the woman who resembled her enough to have slaked his lust and anger momentarily. Grabbing the trashcan with the used condoms and wiping off the surfaces he’d touched, Andrew made his way back out of the flat. The men he’d had following him were nowhere to be seen; he’d made sure they’d lost them in the hustle and bustle of the crowd as they’d left the hotel bar. Now, as he hailed a cab, he made his travel plans for Miami.
Chapter Twelve
Angel felt positively wicked. She’d been to spas plenty of times in the past all over the world. But the royal treatment she and Gia were given today surpassed even the finest in Paris. Racks of dresses with matching shoes and lingerie were brought out for them to choose from. Gia chose a stunning red gown that had a split from the side clean up to her hips. Her best friend had the attitude and the body to wear a sack and still be sexy. But Angel loved the yellow dress the best.
“You are stunning, Angel,” Lorenzo whispered against her ear.
She had to take a deep breath before she could speak. “Why thank you, you’re pretty wonderful yourself.”
Lorenzo looked good in anything he wore, but the black slacks and white silk top fit him to perfection. The matching jacket he had slung over his shoulder as he walked to where she stood, was obviously custom made to fit his muscular frame. While they’d been kissing, the garment had fallen to the floor, unnoticed for the most part, except to be picked back up and casually thrown over his shoulder. The man was too gorgeous for her state of mind. And he was all hers for the night.
The big car pulled up outside a building she thought was a night club, but it didn’t seem to be open yet. She frowned at Lorenzo. “What are we doing here?”
He focused on her face, sending shivers down her spine. “This is a new club Derek and I are partnering on.” He indicated the dark building.
Despite the butterflies jumping in her stomach, she loved how he wanted to share something that obviously meant a lot to him. “Is it going to be very exclusive, something like Club Inferno?”
He glanced at the club and back at her, a slight grin on his face. “Yes and no. Come on. I’ll show you.”
Always the gentlemen, Lorenzo stepped out and then leaned down to help her.
There was a lighted walkway that led around the side of the building. Instead of entering the double doors that formed the entrance, he held her hand to direct them to the side.
