Chapter 20

Rising from the bed as quickly as he could, the boy closed his eyes, clutching his head. His eyes blurred from the sudden movement, and his head trembled. He had a good drink yesterday and the hangover in the morning made itself felt. Looking at the girl in his bed, he frowned as he touched her shoulder to wake her up. James Foster did not like to leave the girls with him until the morning. This was his principle, which he never violated. But apparently, that night, he was too drunk and forgot about his prejudices. He left her anyway.

'Wake up and get out of the room,' the boy growled as he watched the girl pull the covers over her head.

Mumbling something in response, Amelia turned away from the blond, not thinking of waking him up.

'I said get up or I'll kill you right now!' Shouted the guy, continuing to pull her by the shoulder.

His head was torn from his own screams, Jay was even more angry, but he did not think to stop.

'Are you sure you want me to get up?' The young lady cooed, pulling the blanket down, a moment and the blonde jumped out of bed with a jerk, now remaining in a sitting position and showing her naked body to the man. 'Damn,' the boy hissed, biting his bottom lip. 'Come here, baby.'

Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her closer to him, pressing her against his chest.

'Let's continue what we started yesterday, James?' Asked Amelia, running her hand along his stomach, going down lower and lower.

'I agree,' Foster grinned, shoving the girl back onto the bed.

The blonde grinned as she pulled her legs under her to make way for the one whose heart she was trying to win.

'Shall we play?' James loomed over the girl, supporting his weight with two hands on either side of her head.

Biting the blonde's lower lip, a cheeky smirk appeared on his face. Amelia squeaked at the unexpected action, tasting the metallic taste of her own blood. Resting both hands on his chest, she pushed the guy away, turning him over onto his back.

'Let me rule this ball,' the girl smiled, sitting on his groin.

The guy wrapped his strong arms around her waist, adjusting the girl to his sharp beat. He didn't need her, except perhaps to play certain games. He listened to the loud moans of the girl, whose name he still did not remember. And this plan clearly failed, the guy knew that Amelia was just a toy that would never fail. At this time, the girl was the happiest, ignoring the demon who treated her so rudely. The one and only for him, which she will never be, because his demon has already chosen another victim, an innocent girl named Hailey Marilyn Mackenzie.

'Yes, Nick,' the guy was standing on the balcony, talking on the phone with the interlocutor. 'Do not take goods from Josh! James is at odds with him now.' The young man told him the situation that is happening now.

'Josh has James 'thing',' Dean sighed, tucking his hand into his curly hair. 'I said, look for goods from another drug lord! Am I clear?'

The guy shouted, realizing that the interlocutor was stubbornly standing his ground. The girl woke up due to a loud conversation, covering her ears with her hands, just to fall back into sleep. But the guy did not stop, he stubbornly shouted at his interlocutor, completely forgetting that he was not alone in the room. The brunette rolled over to look at the source of the noise. Opening her eyes, she squinted against the bright light, and after getting used to such lighting, she opened them, finding Dean's gaze. The guy stood on the balcony completely naked, only a small white towel was wrapped around his hips. It was clear that he had just come out of the shower. Droplets of water trickled down her muscular back from her wet, curly hair. The girl held her breath at the sight of such beauty. Dean held the phone to his ear as he continued talking. With every stubbornness of the interlocutor, the guy squeezed the phone in his hand, straining his muscles. The girl gasped again, watching the game of his muscles. Tanned skin accentuated his muscular body even more.

'I know that you are looking at me,' said the guy, continuing to stand in the same position.

At first, the girl did not understand who the guy was talking to until she heard her name.

'Casey, I'm talking to you,' the guy sighed and the brunette felt his smile in his voice.

The brunette lowered her eyes, realizing that she had been burned red-handed. After finishing the conversation, the guy went back into the room, leaving his phone on the table. Shaking out his hair, he walked over to the bed, watching the black-haired girl lying on the bed. The brunette turned to the guy, looking at his chest. His pumped-up, tanned chest was covered in water droplets, his belly was perfect cubes, his entire torso was covered in tattoos. The male V-line was clearly defined, hiding behind a white towel.

'I have to leave today, dear,' whispered the guy, sitting down on the bed from the edge.

The girl looked up at him and Dean saw sadness in her eyes.

'I really need to, Casey,' the boy tried to explain, taking her hand in his and gently kissing the back of her hand.

'Fine, but promise me you'll spend some more time with me,' Casey asked, assuming a seated position on the bed. 'Well,' the curly-haired guy nodded, leaving a couple of drops of water on the girl's bare leg, which she pushed out from under the covers.

Casey giggled as she watched the drops of water continue to fall on her leg from the guy's wet hair.

'You splattered me,' Dean glanced at the girl's leg, smiling fervently.

The boy shook his head like a dog, splashing the last of the water in his hair. Drops of water swirled in the air, falling down.

'I need to go,' the guy touched his lips to the lips of the girl, leaving an innocent kiss.

Dean got out of bed, tossed the towel away. Pulling his boxers to his hips, and then black tight jeans, he lifted his T-shirt from the floor, threading his head into it, and then his arms. The girl watched with bated breath as the guy pulled a thin transparent T-shirt over his torso. Straightening his hair, the young man grabbed his mobile from the table, kissing the girl on the cheek goodbye. 'Promise me you'll be back,' Casey stopped him at the door.

The guy rolled his eyes, forcing a smile and turned to face the girl again.

'Of course,' he finally said, hiding behind the door.

Casey pulled the covers up to her chin, smiling like a girl in love. But the girl did not know that Dean would not return.

He could make a girl feel desirable, he knew how to give girls tenderness and affection. Unlike Foster, he treated the girls gently, making them smile. But Dean Tonri never returned to the girl despite his promises.

With quick steps, the guy reached the door that led straight to the room where James is now with his girlfriend for the night. The moans were so loud that Dean had no idea what Foster was doing to her. Having changed his mind about opening the door, the curly-haired guy sat down on the two-seat sofa, tapping his fingers on his knee in anticipation. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed Joe's number, who was now at their estate. The beeps stopped, and he heard the distinct voice of a young guard.

'Yes, Dean.'

'Start collecting guys. Just make sure they are in good condition.'

The boy sighed, remembering what other instructions he needed to give. 'Oh, yes,' the guy remembered, ignoring Jay's growl mixed with the moan of the girl behind the wall. 'Send them to the corps, let them prepare there, then let them take their weapons and drive to the track near the night club.'

'Well, you still going for a girl for Foster?' 'Yes, but now he is busy, so I need to wait for him. Okay, send the guys," Dean dropped the phone call, noticing the silence.

When he got up from the leather sofa, he put his palm on the door handle, pressing it down. The door opened and the guy went inside. The first thing he caught his eye was scattered things all over the room. The second is the bare bodies on the bed. James was lying on the bed, throwing a white sheet on his belt. His chest quickly rose and descended, and sweat droplets were clearly visible on non-tanned skin. The guy looked at Dean with a smile, who in turn looked at the girl next to Foster. The arm bent in the elbow rose up above the headboard of the bed. The role-playing handcuff was closed on her wrist, connecting to the bed. Amelia quickly pulled a sheet on her body with her free hand, not wanting the guy to look at her. 'Okay,' the guy chuckled, squealing in his throat. 'Are we going to Josh for Hailey or not?'

The blonde man nodded his head as a sign of consent, throwing his head on the pillow: 'A second.'

Jay asked, closing his eyes. Dean leaned on the door jamb, not realizing whether to expect his best friend or not.

'And who is Haley, honey?' the girl asked confidently, shoving her shoulder of Foster lying next to her.

Jealousy woke up Amelia with thirsty power. Doesn't he have enough of her? She tolerates his demons, she lets him touch her whenever he wants, she does everything for him, but he doesn't see it. 'Just shut up,' the boy groaned.

Opening his eyes, he jumped out of bed, pulling on his clothes.

'Hey, where are you going?' The girl started up, rising from the bed after Jay, but the handcuffs pulled her hand back and she fell back onto the pillow.

'It seems that you have already heard everything, so don’t be bored,' the guy grinned, watching Amelia’s helpless body.

Roughly kissing the girl on the lips, he high-five Dean, leaving the room.

'Jay! Jay, stop!' shouted the young lady, trying to free her hand.

The door slammed shut and the guys hurried out of the club.

'Where's the key to the handcuffs?' Dean asked as he followed James down the stairs.

'Oh, I threw it somewhere during sex, but I don’t remember where, I didn’t pay attention,' the guy ran his hand through his blond hair, combing it up.

'Hard.'

'Come on,' the guy waved his hand, running out into the hall.

A man in a suit with stubble on his face was walking towards them. As soon as he noticed them, he raised his hand in greeting.

'Mr. Foster, Mr. Tonri, are you leaving already?' The man asked, moving closer to the two guys.

'Yes, thank you, everything was fine,' Dean replied, shaking hands with Mr. Earloz.

'Oh, there's a little surprise waiting for you in my room. I advise you to look there,' Foster smiled. 'See you soon, very soon,' the guy nodded his head, saying goodbye to the owner of this club.

They hurried to the exit, waiting for the guards to open the door for them, releasing them into the fresh air.