Semua Bab Cats and Kings (Mafia Reverse Harem) Nyx 1: The Curse : Bab 11 - Bab 20

…. Three Weeks Later …… It’s my first day as a runner for Blue Jay Courier Service, and this time the Witch can not thwart my attempts at stable employment! Not with me constantly on the move, and his low jacking system on the fritz, since I tattled to Alex on him. I love that the job will keep me active. Not to mention give me a feel for the city that’s changed so much in the years I’ve been absent. It’s my last delivery of the day, and I’m really considering nixing my morning work out routine. Mid sixty-story walk up, my thighs are screaming at my head, and it’s unreasonable hatred towards elevators. When I reach the top of the landing, I can’t find the ‘penthouse’ suite, so of course I go searching rather than set foot in one of a dozen tin coffins.I’m not ‘all there’, but I do have a basic understanding of emergency protocol and there has to be stair access to every floor as a means of fire safety. A little burst of victory inflates when I find the otherwise nondescript door.

Regardless of the fact that she’s using the right entrance and is early, I’m still off put if not pissed at the obvious slight by my twin, who runs entertainment. The still legit, but less legal half of our empire.I know my call was last minute, and that Nico is still having a tantrum over recent events. Still, the rainbow-haired and somewhat thick girl coming in the back entrance was not what I had in mind when I said I was in the mood for a service type role play.No doubt that with his mood Nico wouldn’t be joining me, but Rourke too……It’s not like I’m incapable of having one-on-one or vanilla interactions, but given the fact that the last one landed me with an infant I didn’t know existed …….The day I announced my engagement to Rourke, was the day I came home to a nine month old infant on my doormat. Literally. Nex to the stripper who’d tried to leave him. I can only assume she knocked herself running into a wall she was so doped up. Coming to, she raced away from me and the c

Nothing, and I mean nothing can erase or excuse the fact that I just creamed my pants from dry humping the largest dick I've ever seen on the most gorgeous man I've ever sort of met. However, if there ever has been or will be a trigger for me, it's someone like him screaming Italian. It's been a long time since I was exposed to the language, but I'm still fluent. Either way it doesn't matter. Call it prejudice or paranoid, but it is what it is. I've personally been involved with Mafioso's in this city. So no one can tell me the Mob doesn't exist on our fair streets. Somewhere in my more rational brain, I know that not every one with an accent and or money is linked to some nefarious organization. It’s equally unfair that I have a weakness for Italians, given my history. Unlike most of my other idiosyncrasies, there is a real reason for that. Dramatic as my calling Dominic ‘he that shall not be named’ may seem. I assure you my ‘ex’ deserves to be linked with one of the most evil an

 Something about Nyx rang inside of me like a tuning fork. The immediate and obvious interest from both my partner and the guy I still can’t admit I’m interested in only enhanced it. I tell myself I stopped looking because I can’t afford to be divided with the professional, as much as personal attacks on my family. That all my attention needs to be on the here and now with the kid, I just pseudo adopted via my partner. Regardless of my resources, I don't have the time to sift through a city of nine million, and tell myself now as much as I did then to drop it. Even if I found her, Nyx isn’t the type I could keep at a distance. Vince has made it clear that he’ll never keep someone long term, other than the female he has engaged himself to.I’m also not the

 After a pretty horrid orientation, and the reminder that I am nothing more than gutter trash to the elites on this side of the tracks, I’m more than happy to follow Ryan and get a feel for all of it.I don’t mind, really. Not when I can finally get into the state-of-the-art kitchen I’d been drooling over. Honestly, I’m used to the judgment, and it doesn’t deter me from my excitement.This feels like a real chance.This is the one place. The one type of quiet that doesn’t sound like a barrage of bullets through a blind thick. That doesn’t feel like projected missiles of anxiety, regret, and fear charging me from all sides.The trauma is always there, whether I can remember it or not, but I have gone almost a full yea