King of New York (41 page)

He gives a homeless
man ten hundred-dollar bills and the man prays for him profusely before letting
go of his hand.

The lady continues
after him and he knows she’s following him, but he doesn’t fret. She’s a woman,
what can she do to him?

She continues
her pursuit as he makes his way to an Irish pub in the back streets of the
city.

“Would you like
to join me?” He quietly creeps up on her in the pub and offers her a glass of
lager.

She’s shocked
but maintains her composure and takes the glass from him.

“Thank you.”

Chad senses her
apprehension. Her lips are painted dark red and her hair is a blonde ball of
luxurious curls. Her eyes are blue just like his. There’s a coldness in them
that he likes.

“Why are you
following me, blondie?” Chad’s tone is cool and mellow. She smiles seductively back
at him.

“Can a woman not
follow the man her heart desires?”

Sierra springs
to his mind as he remembers meeting her at a bar and she had done almost the
same thing. He misses her and wishes it was her sitting in front of him rather
than the blonde stranger.

He remembers
that he should hate her, so he pushes Sierra to the back of his thoughts. He
has deprived himself sexually of females since Sierra left but the blonde lady
looks appealing.

“What’s your
name, blondie?”

She looks at him
before answering. “My name isn’t important, Chad Perry.”

He feels a surge
of paranoia, but conceals it before she notices it.

“How do you know
my name?”

She doesn’t
answer but continues to smile at him.

Chad gets up to
leave.

“Can I come with
you? I won’t bite unless you want me to,” she says softly.

Her invite
entices Chad. She takes her expensive leather bag, follows him out the pub and
into a yellow taxi.

While in the
taxi, Chad feels drowsy, and it’s not from the alcohol. The buildings are
distorted and so is the woman next to him.

“Is that you,
blondie?”

She doesn’t
answer, and he travels in and out of consciousness until they get to his
apartment on Fifth Avenue.

He goes to the
bathroom and takes a cold shower. His drowsiness washes away. He realises that
she must have put something in his drink at the bar. He enters the room and sees
her swiftly dispose of something into her bag. His heart races.

She hands him a
drink but he refuses saying that he’ll have coffee instead. She hurries to the
kitchen without his permission and brings him back a cup of coffee.

“I didn’t say I
wanted it now, so I’ll pass. Follow me,” he tells her, taking her to the spare
room of his apartment.

Even though he
suspects that she has been sent for other reasons, he knows that she also wants
to fuck him, and she happily follows.

He ties her to
the bed and gags her mouth. “I know they sent you to kill me, blondie.”

Her eyes flash
with dread as she realises her cover has been blown. Her body begins to shake with
fear.

“A beautiful
woman like you should not be involved in such deeds.”

He takes a pistol
from her purse and removes the gag from her mouth.

“You are
mistaken, Chad Perry. I’m only here because I like you.”

He plays with
the pistol.

“Don’t fuck with
me, blondie!”

He gets up and
stares deep into her eyes and violently pulls her head back.

“WHO THE FUCK
SENT YOU?”

“No one sent me.”

Chad shows her a
picture of two men.

“Did they send
you?”

Her eyes betray
her without a word. He lunges at her and shakes her restraints violently,
almost breaking the bed. He grabs her hair viciously and lifts her to face him,
“Be thankful you’re a female.” Their eyes meet and his burn with rage. “Tell me
who the fuck sent you to kill me!”

She doesn’t
answer. There’s fear in her eyes as he points the pistol at her temple. He
shouts, demanding she tells him the names of the men who sent her.

He knows who
they are, but he wants her to confirm it.

“Their names are
–”

There’s a loud
knock on the front door, but he still manages to hear the names of the men as
she says them. Chad calmly lets go of her and puts the pistol back in her purse
before attending to the door.

It’s the
concierge and another man; they heard shouting and wanted to make sure
everything was fine. He assures the two men that all is well.

Chad returns to
the room. “Sorry if I frightened you,” he says coldly. He turns around to
leave.

“Wait!” Her blue
eyes soften as they stare at him. “I still want you, please don’t go.”

He smiles at her
desperation for him.

“You are quite
sexy, blondie, but it won’t be right, especially with the way I just treated
you. Furthermore, I prefer brunettes.”

“Fuck your
preference for brunettes; you ain’t never had a blonde like me before.”

She winks at him
and he can’t help but laugh. Any other woman would have run a million miles
away after the way he just treated her. But not blondie! Blondie seems to be
soft on the outside but hard and cold on the inside just like Chad. Her
fearless and dark streak attracts him.

He moves closer
to her and takes in her scent. It tantalises him. She’s still tied.
He tapes her mouth but creates a small opening in the
tape; her eyes light up while she waits for him to continue his wicked game.

He rubs harshly on
her womanhood. She moans loudly.

“Shut the fuck
up, this is not for you to enjoy. It’s just to satisfy me, and help me forget about
–” Chad stops and blindfolds her.

“You have to be
punished.”

“Yes, master,” she
whimpers. He picks the black leather whip up off the silk sheets.

“Hard or soft?”

“I like it hard
and rough,” she teases him.

Chad whips her
and she screams. He doesn’t stop till she starts crying.

“I am only using
you for my pleasure, blondie. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.”

“Because I won’t
be kind,” he breathes.

“I like it
rough, Mr Perry.”

He whips her
buttocks mercilessly as she screams with pleasure, his fingers digging deep
inside her honey pot.

Chad removes the
straps of her restraints and pulls her to her knees. “I need you inside me so
badly right now,” she moans, as her eyes burn with lust. His erection is
staring directly at her mouth and he shoves himself inside it. She gags as his
hugeness fills her up. He moans loudly and enjoys it as she cups his testicles
in her hand, roughly biting his skin as she plays with him in her mouth. He
forces himself inside her mouth till he can no longer take the sweet torment of
her lips and tongue on him.

He’s on the
brink of arousal, so he ejaculates inside her mouth and then straps her to the
suspension. He bites her nipples hungrily and her moans become louder. Chad
whips her and tells her to be quiet.

“This is not for
your pleasure,” he reminds her as he puts on a condom. She smiles at him sexily
and acts submissively with a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Sorry, master.
I won’t do it again,” she whispers.

He bites her
lips but doesn’t kiss her and leaves her craving him. He bites and kisses her
neck. She moans and groans, whimpering with pleasure as he exacts his discipline
on her while she’s suspended.

Chad goes behind
her, pulls her hair roughly and takes her from the back. He shoves his fingers
in her mouth in order to stifle her moans of pleasure and desire. She licks and
bites his fingers aggressively.

“You’re a very
bad girl, blondie.”

She laughs.

“I know, Mr
Perry.”

He thrusts
himself violently inside her. His disregard for her pleasure only makes her
vagina wetter. Her juices flow down her legs as he unleashes himself inside
her. He is fast and furious. She screams and whimpers as he punishes her. She
begs him to continue, and he tells her it’s not for her pleasure as he goes
deeper and further within.

He rides himself
so deep inside her that tears of pleasure fall from her eyes as the hugeness of
his penis fills her womanhood. His roar is mighty as he ejaculates inside the
condom. She whimpers as she fights to catch her breath from her orgasm. She
breathes heavily as her legs shake from the aftermath of Chad Perry’s
phenomenal sex. “It seems the legend of Chad Perry being a master in the
bedroom is indeed true.”

He smiles
ruggedly at her compliment. “Now, go and tell your boss that I will find him
and his sidekick. I will rip out every ounce of what beats within them. Then
they will know that I am THE Chad Perry, King of New York! Oh, and I’d like to
let you know that I still prefer brunettes.” He winks.

“Oh, how I wish
you could be mine, if only circumstances were different.”

“But I am not,
and I will never be, even if circumstances were different. So run along blondie.”

He winks at her
and leaves her suspended, still reeling from the orgasm he just gave her.

CHAPTER 34

Chad makes his way to Mikey’s
house. The cool breeze of the morning caresses his skin, easing the tension
that is mounting with every step he makes towards the door. He doesn’t ring the
bell, neither does he knock.

Mikey’s
assistant opens the door and ushers Chad in.

“Welcome, sir.
Mikey will be with you shortly.”

Mikey’s living
room is massive, filled with Italian furniture and paintings. At the focal
point of the living space, Mikey’s medals from the service are placed prominently.

Mikey walks down
the stairs and Chad hears his footsteps. He doesn’t react until his friend is
stood right before him. Chad is fuming with anger as he slowly rises from his
seat and lays a vicious blow on Mikey’s jaw.

“You fucking son
of a bitch. You fucking traitor.”

They wrestle to
the ground before Mikey’s henchmen pull them apart. Chad wrestles the one
holding him and lunges at Mikey, hitting him with more deadly blows. Chad is
now restrained by three henchmen and he hurls abusive words at them
relentlessly.

“Leave him boys.
Let us be,” says Mikey to the men.

The men leave
the room, leaving the bloodied Mikey with the aggravated Chad.

“Have a seat,
Chad. Too much anger is not good. Please, take a seat.”

He wipes the
blood off his face and waits for Chad to sit. He sits directly facing Mikey.

“What’s the
problem?” he asks, as if there had just been a mistaken identity beating given
to him.

“Don’t play
games with me, you government puppet. You fucking swine. You knew who those
sons of bitches were, but when I asked, you lied to my face. They tried to have
me killed.”

Mikey continues
to wipe the blood off his face, and acts as if Chad almost being killed is of
no importance to him.

“Since you met
that British girl you’ve started acting like a little bitch, Chad. Man the fuck
up and realise that this is a man’s world and the stakes are always high. Fuck
you and your feelings. THIS IS BUSINESS!”

He walks up to
Chad and whispers: “Do not allow a woman to make you weak. NEVER! You of all
men know how ruthless this city can be, so don’t give me your bullshit about
betrayal. How many fucking people have you betrayed? How fucking many? You have
blood on your hands, Chad Perry. But since you started seeing that fucking
whore, Sierra, you’ve changed, acting like you’re a good man and not the
monster that you truly are. Well I have news for you, Chad –”

 “So have I,
Mikey.”

Chad gets up and
faces him. The tension is thick and his blood runs wild within him. He gently
paces around Mikey as if he were a predator taking in the scent of his prey
before the kill.

“You can’t do
shit to me, Chad,” Mikey says, with a tremble in his voice. “It’s because of me
that you’re alive. I told them not to kill you.”

Chad stops his
pacing.

“But you told
them to poison me. How loyal of you, Mikey. As for the people you think I
betrayed; I simply did them a favour, and yes, perhaps there is blood on my
hands, but what about you?”

Chad’s seriousness
is irrefutable and his blue eyes spark with rage when he speaks.

“If you ever in
your life mention Sierra again, I will not be responsible for my actions. She
has nothing to do with us. You bastards kidnapped her and now you have the
audacity to say her name, and she is not a whore, you filthy cop swine.”

His voice
thunders around the room, as the mention of Sierra’s name plays havoc on his
mind.