Lahat ng Kabanata ng Command Me, Mr. CEO: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 19

Dalton My gloves punched into the boxing bag. Left, right, uppercut. Right, left, right hook. Over and over, the gloves pound out a steady rhythm against the bag’s exterior. Sweat dripped from my temple, slipping down the back of my neck, but I didn’t care. I felt more alive than I ever have before. Coopinger’s men had deserted the gym earlier, so I had it all to myself. My training had finished for the day, but I didn’t stop. I felt relieved venting my frustrations on the poor boxing bag. This was my life now. What I chose for myself. It was all I was. Sometimes, I stop to think how I got to the point where I no longer have control. I’d lost control of everything, including my life. “Dalton? Are you in here?” July’s voice echoed around the empty gym. I paused, letting my hands fall to my sides. “look to your left!” I heard her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached me. She turned to the left, catching sight of me immediately. Her long, blond hair f

Stepping out of my car, I paused outside the Clubhouse at Gulland East boarder. This was where most of the exchanges took place with me on the Frontline. Communication with foreign Mafia's and cartels were easy with me because I speak several languages including Spanish, french and Latin. I told two of coopingar’s men with me to stand guard outside and to send signal if any danger arose. Sliding my hand through my hair and straightening my coat. I took the briefcase stuffed with dollar notes and moved forward. I was fucking exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go back home to my bed and catch an hour or two of sleep, but my duties as a front-man didn’t stop because I had decided to stay out all night. Ambre Constructions was just a cover up for this business. It gave me the most money, yet no one knew I was involved. Coopingar was on the wanted list, so I was his most trusted to lead the front while he lie on a low. The club in North West, as well as his other profitable

DaltonWhat the fuck was wrong with her?She’d lost control with her friend, yanking her hair like a vicious animal.I didn’t even want to go to the damn restaurant. I had other plans with coopingar, but I’d promised Freddie that I was going to be there for his birthday, and I wasn’t one to go back on my word. It was just a few friends gathering over a bottle of champagne, which I could handle. He kept it on a low because he knew I hated crowd. Maybe if I had ditched, I wouldn’t have to witness all that fucking drama she pulled.But deep down, the dark, and sick perverted side of me liked it. So, instead of feeling enraged by such public display of madness, I was rather turned on by it. Not that I liked that she hurt someone, but I liked the fire dancing in her eyes when her eyes caught mine. I liked her wildness and I wanted nothing more than to tame her. To fuck her into submission for being so badly behaved. I growled and ripped off my clothes, stepping into a cool shower. It

Dalton I wanted to convince myself that Petra wasn’t here and I’d not just milked her pussy and given her multiple orgasms, and I have nothing to worry about, but then I could still taste her in my mouth. Fuck. She tasted so delicious. I’d eat her all day for the rest of my fucking life. I thought she was beautiful in her everyday leggings, skirts, jeans and loose fitting tops. But now? She was yet again in my shirt and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. She was picture perfect. Her heart-stopping figure was sitting pretty in my kitchen going over her work while I fixed us a cup of coffee. The way her sweet mouth moved as she went on and on her promotion strategy, I wanted to charge up to her and kiss the hell out of her mouth. I wished to toss her over my shoulder, take her to my bedroom, spread her legs wide open, and finally, fucking finally, sink my angry, throbbing, rock-hard cock inside her and fuck her up in every dirty way possible. But instead of ripping into her

Mr. Coopingar was a short, stout man with a round face. While he didn’t exactly look friendly, he did have that certain charming air about him. Which was important considering that’s how he snagged all the best contracts in the city. His dark hair was starting to recede, balding a bit at the back. He kept his face clean, not a whisker in sight. His large, dark eyes were hooded. Like most Mexicans, he had that nice nose that somehow didn’t look out of place or too big.I straightened as two men followed him into the study. They were new and definitely looked Italian as shit. Their olive skin was even darker than most Italians I know, and they had a distinctly southern Italian look to them. I guessed these were the new inductees from the Eastern branch. I recognized a few of the other men trailing in. They were all board members or union heads to the legal companies scattered across the state used to cover the real thing – drug and illegal fire arms. Most in the electrical or constru