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Falling For The Bad Boys

Lisa Rhead

Chapter 2


I woke with a banging headache and to make matters worse, the blonde I had fucked last night was slurping away on my rock-hard cock, hoping for some more Walker love.

All these bitches were the same.

If they were not after your money, then they were after your cock.

I slid my hand down onto the blonde's head and pushed her mouth further down my cock, making her gag.

She made a muffled protest and when I did it again, she let my cock go with a pop and slapped at my hand on her head.

"Stop forcing me like that!" she cried.

"That's how I like it," I told her.

She pouted and squeezed her breasts together with her arms and reached for a condom on my bedside table.

I caught her wrist and stopped her.

"Actually, I'm not done sleeping and will call you later," I told her.

Her blue eyes looked crushed, but she took the hint.

She climbed out of my bed and gathered her clothes up before shutting the door behind her.

Rolling my eyes, I turned on my side and willed my hard cock to go down.

Just as I was about to drift back off to sleep, I heard my bedroom door open.

"What do you want, Hayden?" I barked at my second in command.

"I saw Brandy leave and assumed you were awake."

I turned back onto my back and glared at Hayden.

He stood at six foot one with jet black hair and blue eyes.

Some would call him a pretty boy, but I know about Hayden's dark side, and it was far from pretty.

"Was that her name? Brandy?" I asked, wincing.

"You don't remember?" teased Hayden.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"They are all the same to me," I told him.

"And none of the Bluewood's babes can unfreeze the great Walker's heart?" he teased.

"Did you come in here for a reason or do you want missing teeth?" I asked, sharply.

"They caught little Richard last night."

"They caught him stealing the goods?"

Hayden nodded and smiled slowly.

"What do you want to do?"

I pressed my back teeth down hard and felt my eye twitch.

"Basement in an hour," I told him.

Hayden fist-pumped the air and jumped up a little.

I kicked the bed covers off me and headed into my private bathroom, switching on the shower.

Under the jets of hot water, I rolled my neck around before I washed myself down in some expensive wash.

I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around my waist, walking out into my bedroom.

I pressed a button on a remote and my bedroom windows became clear, letting the sunshine in.

I winced again and ran a hand through my wet black hair.

"Bad idea," I muttered, reaching for some painkillers on my bedside table.

I swallowed some down with a gulp of water and pulled on some black joggers with a black t-shirt.

Leaving my bedroom, I went downstairs to the kitchen and put some bread in the toaster and slid a cup under the coffee machine.

From the fridge, I got out butter and jam and spread it thick on my toast before munching it down.

Hayden came into the kitchen and slid onto a stool at the breakfast bar as I sipped my coffee.

"You do remember that we are having a beach party tonight?" he said, slowly.

I rolled my eyes and grunted.

"It's just to show our less important members that here at Raffiel's we care, and we share," he said, placing a hand over his heart.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I said, burping quietly.

"It's okay. We can just sit up on the deck while the peasants party below us."

We threw this party once a year which brought lower members and a number of females around like a bird feeder.

We provided the drink and BBQ food in a show of appreciation of what they did for us and usually by the early hours of the morning it was over.

"Are you taking Brandy?" asked Hayden.

"No," I told him, firmly.

"Okay, so will you be my date then?"

I threw a crust of my toast at him, and it hit him in the head.

"What happened with you and Shelly?"

Hayden pulled a face and shook his head.

"Got too clingy. Had to fuck her and leave her," he explained.

That's all these hookups were nowadays.

Pointless sex.

I sighed and finished my coffee, heading to the dishwasher.

I opened it to find it full of dirty pots.

"What the fuck!" I swore.

"You forget to put it on?" asked Hayden.

"No, it was your turn," I told him.

He shook his head.

"Nope. Definitely your turn this week."

I growled, frustrated.

I hated cleaning.

"Look into hiring a cleaner, will you?"

Hayden nodded as I put a tablet into the dishwasher and started its cycle.

I put the butter and jam away and wiped down the breakfast bar.

Hayden and I lived here together, and we took turns to clean up but mostly it fell to me.

Speaking of cleaning up?

I had that fucker in the basement to deal with.

"Everything ready?" I asked Hayden.

His blue eyes darkened as he nodded and we both walked to the basement door, walking down quickly.

Two of my men were flanking a man tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth.

Moving over to the man, I stood before him and crossed my arms over my large chest.

Hayden lowered his gag so he could speak.

"It was not me!" he cried out.

"Oh, come on Dick? You were caught red-handed," I said in a bored tone.

"It was only a couple of bags. I needed the extra money," he protested.

I took a chair out and straddled it, crossing my arms over the back of it.

I lowered my head so I could look Richard in the eye.

"I don't like thieves," I told him.

"Especially if they steal from us," said Hayden.

"It won't happen again," said the man, tears falling down his chubby face.

I leaned closer to him.

"But I hate liars even more," I told him.

Hayden smashed his fist into Richard's face, breaking his nose.

I watched blood pour down his face and smiled.

I did like to see fresh blood spill.

Hayden punched him again, splitting his eyebrow.

Richard grunted and I signaled the two men to cut him from the chair.

I stood from the chair and moved over to a table where a pair of silver knuckle dusters were and slipped them on.

Turning to face Richard, he saw my fists and began to panic.

"Please. No!"

Hayden tied his wrists together and the two men forced him up from the chair.

"On the hook," I told them.

They lifted Richard up and hung his wrists onto a hook hanging from the ceiling.

His ribs, stomach, and chest were all exposed and I saw Hayden slip on some knuckle dusters.

We advanced on the man and began to beat him half to death.

I felt ribs break as I worked him like a punching bag.

Blood splattered over me as I battered him all over.

This will teach the maggot to steal from me!

Once my knuckle dusters were coated in blood, I stopped and stepped back, slipping them off.

I heard Richard grunt in pain and nodded at Hayden.

He took out his Glock 17 and shot him in the head without hesitation.

Hayden smiled as we watched the dead man hang there in our basement.

"Clean this up and get rid of the body," I ordered the men.

They nodded and cut Richard's body down which slumped to the floor in a heap.

I pulled a disgusted face and stepped over him, making my way back up the stairs.

Hayden followed behind me and we washed our hands in the kitchen sink.

"Make sure you spread the word that no one steals from the Raffiel and gets away with it," I told Hayden.

The darkness had vanished from his eyes, and he looked somewhat satisfied.

Walking over to the sliding door in the kitchen, I slid it across and stepped out on the beach house deck, scanning the sea before me.

The sun was out and soon there would be a party I would have to pretend to enjoy.

I ran a hand through my hair and groaned.

I had money, power, and this whole entire town in my hand and yet I still wanted something more.

I did not know what it was but things I used to enjoy like fucking were starting to leave a bitter taste in my mouth and I did not like it.

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