Last Bride Standing, page 7
"We're clear," Duncan said, taking his headphones off with a wide grin. "People were eating that livestream up."
"They're all saying that Caesar's back," Malcolm said, holding his hand up to slap hands with me but immediately pulled back when he saw that I still had blood on my hands. "I'd dap you up but..."
I chuckled and shook my head. "I get it." I looked around, locating the small bathroom not far from where we stood. "Open the bathroom door, will you? I don't want to track more blood away from the actual scene." I looked back at Alex. "Let the clean up crew in so we can get this shit out of here and leave."
Malcolm followed me to the bathroom, opening the door and turning on the hot water for me. He pulled out a nail brush from his coat pocket and handed it to me before leaving me alone to scrub Kelly's DNA off my skin. I looked up at my reflection in the dirty, splattered mirror, the light overhead flickering the longer it stayed on. A small smile settled on my lips as I stared at myself. The subscribers were right about one thing.
Caesar was fucking back.
By the time I'd gotten cleaned up, our clean up crew had the bodies wrapped up. A couple of them power washed the concrete with a bleach solution with another worker going behind them with a luminol spray and a UV light to check for extra blood the naked eye might've missed. I walked over to my friends who were gathered by the door. Alex looked at me and grinned, clasping my shoulder and shaking me a bit.
"How do you feel now?" he asked.
"I feel like myself." I rolled my shoulders back, the previous weight that'd been on them now seeming to have disappeared. "Now that we got those motherfuckers out of the way, we can move forward with the plan."
Richard, head of the clean up crew, came to a stop beside me. "What do you want us to do with the bodies, sir?" he asked, his voice muffled behind the N95 mask he wore.
"My cousin has that pig farm," Duncan said. "I'd already talked to him about it and he said we could get rid of them there if we paid him."
"How much?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Twenty thousand."
I blew out a tense breath. "How do we know we can even trust this motherfucker? I don't need someone trying to extort me for money or whatever bullshit he could be up to," I stated, my voice firm.
"He's good, man. He has his...own shit going on and he gets rid of other bodies from time to time."
I stared at him for long moment. Duncan was my best friend, but I didn't like having to rely on people outside of my circle because I couldn't trust if I could trust them to keep their mouths closed. But if Duncan trusted him and I trusted Duncan, I'd have to give him the benefit of the doubt.
"Fine. But if he fucks up, that's his ass and yours, too," I warned.
"Heard loud and clear." Duncan looked to the Richard. "You guys can follow me to his property."
I looked to the other guys. "Let's get out of here. It's time to get the ball rolling on this show."
And I couldn't fucking wait to wreck havoc on the unsuspecting women that would walk right into my clutches.
CHAPTER SIX
When I set out on creating this show, I'd severely underestimated the work that went into this shit.
I was sure that the show Paige was referring to probably had a whole staff of different people to handle different things of production, but I definitely didn't have all that. I had a vision that I saw for this show, but bringing it to life was a different ballgame I hadn't been prepared for. While the guys spent their time at their respective clubs, I was constantly on the phone with one person or another. Setting up partnerships with bridal stores, limo services, hair and makeup professionals, as well as finding more people to add to our production company, as Duncan and Chris couldn't do everything on their own.
Glancing down at my watch, I noticed that it was lunch time, which was the only time the guys and I could meet to discuss progress with the show. I placed an order for sushi and headed to the conference room, using the alone time to decompress before the guys arrived. After killing Carroway and Kelly, the dark cloud following me that'd been suppressing my murderous urges seemed to lift as soon as both of them ceased to exist. Maybe it was the fucking cop fucking my head up. It was hard to let loose knowing there were intentional eyes on you, especially when their goal was to take you down.
Laughter and chatter filled the hall outside of the conference room before the guys appeared, Alex holding the bag of sushi. They all took their seats, as Alex unpacked the bag and handed everyone their order before taking his seat. Chris looked to me before taking a piece of his salon roe roll into his mouth.
"So? What's been going on?" he asked around his food.
"Have some goddamn respect, Chris," I mumbled, rolling my eyes as the display. "Anyway, the lawyers have said that all the girls we've picked have signed their contracts and the NDAs required for them to participate."
Before we could let them in, they needed to sign NDA in the rare event that someone escaped or if the winner thought she could run to the police the minute she was free. The contracts were a more delicate matter. The women thought they were only signing release forms that gave us permission to film them and use them in promotions for the show, but it was really was for them to give up the physical rights to their body in the event that we wanted to sell them or their organs on the black market. It wasn't that we actually needed their permission, but it would've covered a few legal bases if I needed it to.
"And all of them signed?" Malcolm asked.
I nodded, putting wasabi on my tuna roll and putting it into my mouth. "Of course they did. And I wasn't surprised. Every bitch in Club Tulip is fucking vain, and they all think they have an actual chance with me."
"Have some goddamn respect, Caesar," Chris threw back at me with a smirk, repeating what I'd said to him. I grinned and gave him the middle finger as I swallowed my food to continue.
"Now that we have the girls secured, the next thing to get done is getting all the official invitations sent out and making the appointments for the bridal shop."
"Bridal shop?" Alex repeated his brows furrowing in confusion.
"When they first arrive, I want them all to arrive in wedding dresses." When everyone continued staring at me, I sighed and put my chopsticks down. "This is supposedly a dating show in which I'm supposedly looking for a wife, right? So why wouldn't they arrive in wedding dressses?"
"I can see that," Duncan said, nodding. "Is the dress thing just for the first episode or what?"
I shrugged as I chewed the piece of sushi in my mouth. "I was thinking they could also wear it for elimination." I let out a chuckle. "Could you imagine watching bitches get killed in a wedding dress?"
"Speaking of eliminations," Alex interjected, holding up a finger. "Have you figured out what you're doing for that?"
I grinned and popped another piece of sushi into my mouth. "I have, but I want to leave that as a surprise," I said, to which they all groaned. "Trust me, it'll be worth the wait when you actually see it in action."
"Not even a hint?" Malcolm asked.
"Not even a hint," I said. "Just know that it'll be great." I turned my attention to Duncan. "You never told me the results of the livestream with the cops a few days ago."
He frowned at me, pausing in mid bite. "I told you that they said you were finally back," he said.
"No, I mean the numbers. When they were shitting on me, you were telling me how they were leaving in droves. Were there still unsubscribers?"
"Oh no." He shook his head. "In fact, some of the people who'd unsubscribed came back. They're excited about this show."
"Good. That means we're on the right track to bring life back into the livestream." I finished off my sushi and pushed my tray away. "What's the status on the invitations, Alex?"
"I'm picking them up this evening," he answered.
"Perfect. Get those delivered as soon as you're able to and have them delivered personally, not through the mail system. We don't need any kind of post stamps or anything."
"Yeah, I know. I plan to do so on my lunch break tomorrow, so I'll probably be a little late coming back."
"That's fine. I'll know what you're doing."
"Do you have a location yet?" Chris asked.
I nodded. "I'm going to use that mansion I bought on the outskirts of town a few years ago," I answered. "It's going to need some work to get it up to par, but I think it'll be suitable." I looked down at my watch. "I actually need to meet with the team of people that I'm working with in order to get all this shit done in time, so I'll need to get going."
"Anything you need us to do in the meantime?" Duncan asked.
"Help Alex make the appointments for the bridal shops and their hair and make up for the first of the month. That'll give us two weeks to get everything else done," I said. "Let me know once you guys get that done. I'm going to meet with these people about the house and I need to get Arthur working on the weapons and shit that I'll need. I'll keep you guys updated."
I left them in the conference room, running into Chelsea the minute I stepped outside. I frowned at her as I regarded her.
"What the hell are you doing here instead of at your club?" I asked with a raised brow.
"Because I'm off today and I was just coming to hang out with Angela," she said, folding her arms across her chest as she regarded me. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
I ground my teeth to keep myself from putting my hands on her to punish her for being mouthy, instead putting my hands in my pockets. "Nothing. Just wanted to figure out why you were here instead of at your club."
She stared at me for a long moment before glancing at my Hellcat. "You going somewhere?"
"What business is it of yours?"
She rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive hand at me as she started to move past me. "It was just a question, Caesar. Jesus," she mumbled.
I caught her arm just as she passed me and she glared at me over her shoulder. "Since you want to be so damn mouthy, take a ride with me and make use of your mouth in a more productive manner," I said, my gaze locking on her full lips as they curled into a grin.
"Fine, since you asked so nicely," she purred.
I shook my head as I watched her strut her way to my car. It was interesting to see how saying the right shit could get you whatever you wanted. Fucking around with her was dangerous, especially since she'd shown herself to be one of those women who liked to put labels on shit. To me, she was just someone I could tolerate fucking from time to time when I wasn't in the mood to be bothered with a stranger. But having her too often left too many opportunities for her to develop feelings, and a woman with feelings was more dangerous than an enemy if they thought you were fucking them over. I didn't know what it was about me that screamed "relationship material" to her, but she'd be sorely disappointed if she thought she'd be anything more than a fuck toy who happened to work for me.
She didn't even wait until we were on the road, her hands already working on my belt as I put the address in my GPS. I chuckled and looked down at her as she gripped my cock in her hand. "You act as if you haven't seen a dick in years," I mused.
She looked up at me as she licked the head of my cock and grinned. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it after you took a raincheck last week," she murmured before taking me into her mouth. Pleasure skated up and down my legs with each swipe of her tongue, her mouth creating a perfect suction on my cock that nearly made my toes curl in my shoes.
"Goddamn, girl," I groaned, threading my fingers into her hair and guiding her head. The cutest little whimper left her mouth, the sound vibrating along my sensitive cock. I rested my head against the headrest as her mouth and hands worked my cock in a perfect rhythm. This was the exact reason why I hadn't stopped fucking around with her because her mouth and pussy were fucking amazing, and she loved rough sex just as much as I did.
I forced myself to focus, easing out of the parking lot and onto the busy streets of Palmetto Beach. The ride to the house was only fifteen minutes, which was a good thing because if it were any longer, I was sure I'd crash the car when I finally came.
There wasn't any need to turn on the radio as I drove, as the sounds that came from her throat as she sucked me off were a perfect soundtrack in itself. I had to force myself to keep a light foot on the gas pedal, pleasure threatening to make my foot heavy as my orgasm teetered on the edge. I reached over, slipping my hand into the top of her dress to fondle her breasts, teasing her nipple until it was stiff. She whimpered around my cock, repositioning herself until she practically laid across the console and spread her legs, reaching down to stroke her clit. I pulled my hand from the top of her dress and swatted hers away, replacing her fingers with mine. They glided over her slippery clit, her hips rolling against my hand for more friction. Trying to drive while both getting my dick suck as well as touching her was almost like playing a dangerous game of Twister, but it was fucking exhilarating.
Leaning over a little more, I slipped two fingers inside of her, growling as her tight pussy squeezed them as she moaned. There was no way I could go without being inside her, and I damn sure wasn't going to wait until this meeting was over. I eased off the road and slowed to a stop in a grassy area, Chelsea stopping momentarily to look around with a frown.
"We're here already?" she asked, confusion twisting her beautiful features when she noticed we were in the middle of nowhere.
I shook my head and pushed my seat back as far as it would go and leaned it all the way back. "No." I gestured to her purse that was on the floor next to her feet. "Get a condom and come ride my cock.”
She smiled, biting her lip before she quickly did what she was told. Once she smoothed the condom onto my cock, she crawled over, mounting me with a moan when she slid onto my length. I planted one hand on her hip and the other on her throat, flexing my pelvis up as she bounced on my cock, her moans swelling and expanding inside the car. She reached back and partially unzipped her dress, freeing her breasts as she stroked her nipples.
"You feel so goddamn good," I groaned, pulling her down harder to get deeper inside her. She was so tight and slick, squeezing me just right that sent tingles scattering throughout my body. She moaned as she leaned forward and bounced harder, my fingertips curling into the skin of her hip and her throat. "That's it, baby. Show me why you're my favorite little slut."
I could only imagine how it looked from the outside with my car rocking on its axels with the ferocity in which she rode me, but I didn't give a damn. It wasn't until there was a hard tap on my window that snapped me out of the lustful bubble I was in when I saw the uniformed officer on the other side of the tinted glass. Chelsea moved to get off of me, but I held her still, instead, rolling down my window and glaring at the motherfucker trying to interrupt my nut.
"What?" I snapped.
I rolled my eyes when Lieutenant Anderson looked at me through the crack I'd put in the window. "I could see your car rocking a mile away, Callahan," he said, his tone bored and flat. "There's another patrol car not far from me. Try to keep the rocking down until the both of them pass, will you?"
I tried to hide my frustration as I nodded. I knew he was doing me a major favor. As a member of Club Violet, he and I had a special little agreement where if I were doing something I shouldn't have been doing, he'd turn a blind eye if he or one of his men caught me. He was aware of the prostitution ring that ran out of my clubs, but he had no idea about the murder and torturing of people. It wasn't like he had to know everything I did.
"Thanks," I stated, frowning when he continued standing there. "Anything else? Or can I finish what I'm doing?"
"Like I said, keep the rocking minimum or else the next cop you see won't be so nice," he said as he tapped the hood of my car before waddling away back to his patrol car.
I scoffed and rolled my window up, noticing the two other patrol cars in the distance that were getting closer. Chelsea leaned forward until we were nearly chest to chest, slowly lifting herself off my cock half way and lowering herself again as she peppered my jaw with light kisses. I palmed her ass in my hands, sliding down in my seat a little to be able to thrust up into her without the seat interfering too much. Soft moans floated into the air each time I flexed my hips, her slick walls contracting along my cock with each stroke. Her head popped up as she kept moving her hips, her eyes tracking the other police cruisers before she grinned down at me and sat up, resuming her earlier hard and fast pace.
"They're gone," she said, her voice breaking off into a moan. My phone rang in the cupholder but I ignored it, keeping my eyes on Chelsea as my orgasm came charging forward. I pulled her down harder, a growl rumbling in my chest as pleasure overwhelmed me.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna come," she said breathlessly before every muscle within her tightened without warning. Her pussy squeezed and released me in a rhythmic pulsing pattern, and I was unable to hold back as I flooded the condom when I came. She leaned down and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head. Kissing wasn't my thing. There was something intimate about that, and it wasn't something I wanted to share with anyone, especially someone I had no intentions of being with.
She scoffed and dismounted me, practically throwing herself back into the passenger seat. "I swear, you're a literal asshole, Caesar," she mumbled as she fixed her clothes. "I don't even know why I keep letting you fuck me."
"Probably because you're desperate and willing to fuck any man with money," I stated as I rolled off the condom, tied it off, and tossed it out the window before fixing my pants.
She looked at me incredulously. "You're the only person I've been sleeping with. Why would you say something like that?" she snapped.
I shrugged. "I don't know why I am. It's not like we're together."
My ringing phone ceased our conversation, an unfamiliar number rolling across the screen. "Who is this?" I asked when I answered.
"Uh, is this Caesar?"
