A Debt Owed

Chapter 9

Raul was there and the couch nearest to us was suddenly empty, we hadn’t sent the previous occupants leave. He pulled the seat even closer ready to get down to business. I slid my arm from Kirill’s shoulder moving to vacate his lap but he placed his other arm around my waist.

“No stay.” He said it while looking at Raul.

Raul smiled and his eyes seemed to drink me in. “You are so right she is much too delicious to let get away.”

He was sitting that close, elbows resting on his knees, that he traced a finger down the length of my exposed leg. You were always the mystery. Good to see you again Blue Nova.”

Blue Nova was my hackers tag, not many people knew it and even less spoke it to my face. “I’m flattered you remembered me.”

“How could I your reputation precedes you.” His fingers still played along my skin.

I didn’t like him touching me but I had to play nice we were here for information. “As does yours.”

“So how exactly did that shipment of computer games worth 1.5 million Euros go missing?”

“What can I say shipments get misplaced all the time.” I shrugged.

Raul chuckled. “Does that also apply to the 2 million you made vanish from Constantine?”

A cold chill ran through me. “He deserved it.”

“It doesn’t pay to break your heart does it? His father still hasn’t forgiven him for losing that money.” His gaze settled on Kirill. “So is he your bodyguard?”

“Why, do I need one?”

“Constantine is looking for redemption,” there was a long pause from Raul, “or revenge. I do not know which.”

Raul’s flirtations fell onto Kirill. “Well the famed Russian assassin interesting indeed to have you in my club.”

“You know why I am here?” Kirill remained stoic.

“I have been informed, yes. I have what you want.” Raul’s gaze travelled the length of Kirill and then me, then back to Kirill again. “Question is, do you have what I want?”

“What is your price?” Kirill’s eyes narrowed.

Raul leaned all the way back in his seat. “Now, now I just don’t only deal in money.”

That was true Raul Ramirez preferred to take money as payment but if the whim struck him he would settle for merchandise, information and also favours involving the flesh.

“I do have private offices upstairs we could continue conducting negotiations over some drinks. I’m always up for some more harmless fun.” He spoke clearly making his innuendo unmistakeable.

We were entering dangerous territory, Raul always played for keeps and this time there were definite high stakes. Normally I wouldn’t have let things get this risky but having Kirill there gave me a sense of security he wouldn’t let things get out of control. Maybe that was just plain stupid of me. Only time will tell.

Kirill frowned starting to get irate with Raul’s games. “Money is all I have to offer. If you do not want that then our business is done.”

“Wait lets not be too hasty.” I placed a hand on Kirill’s chest, my gaze still on the other man. “Raul is just teasing; it’s what he’s good at. Besides he could never resist the lure of money or even much more sexier bounties.”

“Come on Raul you were never one to follow the rules, the thrill of the risk is what you live for. Be it money, goods or women.” Without any provocation I placed my foot on the edge of Raul’s seat, right between his legs, raising my skirt higher giving him a peek at my panties. Hoping that would tempt him enough to take the offer. “You have more to gain than lose.”

My sudden boldness also took Kirill by surprise as my knee slid out from under his hand leaving it to rest on my exposed thigh. His fingers firmly pressed into the soft warm flesh there as Raul continued to stare. Though I wasn’t sure if he was transfixed by my crotch or Kirill’s hand. Nothing like throwing the hint of sex into the mix.

Raul slowly licked his lips as his eyes travelled up to meet mine. “Crimson silk really does suit you Nova, though you don’t seem the G-string type of girl.”

“There are a lot of things about me that may surprise you.” I felt the sting of Kirill’s fingers digging into my leg silencing me.

Raul slid forward in the chair crashing his groin against my boot; there was some friction as leather made contact with leather, half sitting on it. A satisfied groan escaped him. “I would love to find out what they are.”

He reached to also touch my thigh, my breathing quickened as he undressed me with his dark eyes, but his advances were stopped by the Russian’s hand clamping around his holding it at bay.

“Raul!” Kirill’s gruff tone snapped the Spaniards attention to him. “We are wasting time. Do you want the money or not?”

Raul studied Kirill’s hand on his and I felt the Spaniards body react to the man’s touch. At that moment I couldn’t tell which one of us he wanted to have the most. Kirill threw his hand away from his as if his fleshed burned him, he probably realised the same thing I did. Raul just sheepishly smiled.

“Wait here a minute.” Raul stood, there was no denying the fairly visible bulge at the front of his pants of which he wasn’t to ashamed to show us, and made his way over to the back of the bar.

Kirill slid me of his lap then stood reaching for our coats slung over the couch.

Bewildered I stared up at him. “Why are we leaving? Raul is about to give us the information you want. ”

Kirill turned slowly towards me; his eyes had darkened along with his voice. “Because if he asks for you and I to fuck him I will be force to break his neck”

Empty handed and meters from the main door I walked ahead of Kirill who provided cover concealing the gun under our coats he carried. My pace quickened and we were almost free as we zigzagged through the crowd, as it undulated as if participating in some primitive sex dance, when Raul appeared blocking our exit. Standing his ground I slammed into him as did Kirill into me then without warning Raul wrapped his arms around the both of us, holding us firmly to him in an unforgiving embrace locking my arms by my side. However his eyes were only for the tall Russian as his hands purposely slid down Kirill’s back to give his ass a squeeze.

I froze waiting for Kirill to react but he didn’t, the gun still remained hidden. Raul smiled as he moved us closer like a spider reeling in its prey once caught in the web. The two men just stared at each other having a clear view over my head. I was so tightly pressed against Raul’s front I could feel his every heartbeat not to mention all the other body parts the blood was rushing to. So there I was sandwiched between the two men. One man undeniably excited to be pressing his body against warm inviting flesh and the other thrilled that that flesh happened to be mine.

The crowd closed in imprisoning us. I shut my eyes and held my breath fearing that any movement from me and things were going to get sexually explicit. Guess some of it was my fault for being a tease earlier. Raul wasn’t an imposing man there were well defined muscles under the see-through button downed red shirt as my own body reacted to the intimate contact of broad shoulders and strong arms. With him crushing me to him my breasts threatened to spill over the corseted top onto his chest. In my high heeled boots my mouth was directly inline with his as I felt his warm breath on them; instinctively licking my lips I briefly tasted his in the process. Raul grinded into me once more but his hypnotic gaze was still consumed by the man behind me.

Kirill on the other hand was built like a wall, tall and athletic; there wasn’t much on his body that wasn’t soft. Less so as time played on. That I was sure of as my body moulded itself to the front of his, from shoulders to ass in an attempt to distance myself from Raul.

But before I could do or say anything Raul kissed me. Having my mouth closed didn’t stop him from thrusting his tongue inside and running it along my teeth before delving deeper; in and out then in again repeatedly exploring. It was a rough kiss designed to claim or distract me. Causing my body to unwillingly respond as a moan escaped me and somewhere in the depths of my mind I knew I secretly wished for it to be the man behind me doing this to me. I recoiled immediately and my head collided with Kirill’s chin. I didn’t know what Raul’s motives were; was he genuinely hitting on me or was he trying to make Kirill jealous either way he was turned on. It was strangely sensual and repulsive at the same time after all he was virtually a stranger and I was letting him tongue wrestle me in public.

I felt Kirill’s arm slide between Raul and myself locking across my chest pulling me closer against him, the kiss abruptly ended as he moved us back. Even over the music I heard him click the safety off the gun and reaching behind I placed my hand over his and the gun. Kirill relaxed somewhat at my touch removing his arm.

Raul reluctantly let us go and smirked as he slipped the piece of paper containing the contact information into my cleavage. His fingers grazing my breasts as he pushed the prize deeper down.

“Forget the money I enjoyed that more. Hope to have the two of you in here again," Raul slowly walked away yet he till made sure he had some physical contact with Kirill as he let his hand linger on the Russian’ firm ass, “and make it soon.”

The crowd fell and surged again trapped in the trance of the pulsating music and as soon as some bodies separated Raul from us Kirill nudged me towards the door.

Outside the cool night air rushed upon me causing me to shiver, a short leather skirt wasn’t a good shield against the weather and not to mention my top half with my shoulders bare. Or was it the encounter with Raul that provoked that response from me? I could still taste him in my mouth, God I needed a drink.

Kirill held my coat open for me; I stepped into his arms letting him slide it over my shoulders, his hands lingering there as I started to button up.

“Do you want the information now?”

He quickly shrugged on his coat then led me away from the crowd around the club entrance, one hand now resting on the small of my back.

“Well?” I looked up at him finding his intense eyes on me, well my cleavage to be exact. Some things about men never change.

He seemed to shake whatever thoughts he had free to answer. “No not out here some one could see.”

We quickly walked another block or so, every so often he turned to check no one followed us. Somewhere along the way he pulled me away from the people and the brightly lit sidewalk and into a more dimly lit alley way pushing my back up against the wall. I nervously glanced around hoping this wasn’t the end where he disposed of my services and body because I’d out lived my usefulness. Thankfully we weren’t totally alone; it may have been my saving grace. A handful of party goers were down the other end arguing loudly in German who was paying for the taxi ride home that was all I could decipher, the words slurring in their drunken state. They wouldn’t have noticed us not even if I screamed at the top of my lungs.

There was another couple much closer to us but they were otherwise preoccupied with kissing and groping each other. Sex up against a wall, be it a grungy dirty back alley wall, required a fair amount of skill and effort and judging but the amount of noise these two were making it did. The surrounds were making me feel uncomfortable; first the taunting and blatant teasing in Club Inferno then the kiss from Raul and now this alleyway brothel.

I couldn’t help but stare at them, how voyeuristic of me, finding their lack of inhibition fascinating. Kirill found himself watching the show also. The vocal young woman was wearing a G-string, well as far as I could tell it may have been nothing as she had one leg hooked around the waist of her partner. Whose hand travelled the length of her skin massaging and caressing as he went higher and higher to trace the perfect roundness of her ass cheek, exposing the naked flesh for all to see. With his every exploratory touch and kisses she moaned pulling him closer. His attentions moved from her lips to her neck as he trailed kisses down it while his hand fumbled to undo her top. This was when she turned her head to the side seemingly to look directly at me, silent sighs escaping her lips as his hand dipped inside cupping a breast. She continued to stare at me, writhing as his tongue went to her now exposed nipple licking the bud till it became hard and firm before taking the metal stud pierced there between his teeth. All I did was stare back. He pulled on it and she cried out then he hastily sucked in almost the entire breast.

We were that close to them I distinctly heard the sound of wet skin making intimate contact with wet skin and her cries of pleasure as he started up the rhythmic grinding against her. Heat began to flush across my face as I realised he must have been exposed himself and had just entered her.

Kirill placed a hand on the wall near my head suddenly blocking my view bringing my attention back to him. His unbuttoned jacket fell open revealing the long taught line of his body, so masculine, so very inviting; he motioned for me to retrieve the piece of paper. “Madison the contact information.”

I delved into my cleavage; the piece of paper fell lower than where it originally was. Then I looked up at him and blushed not wanting his eyes on me, not with the peep show going on alongside us and not witnessing my fascination with it. His gaze settled on the hand I had in my top lifting each breast as I rummaged for the paper and I’d have to admit I enjoyed having his eyes there. All the while the moans and grunts got louder next to us. Heat rush through me as his eyes met mine and I recognised desire and determination in them. Suddenly I remembered what it was like to be sitting on his lap with his arm around me; leaning into that warm body then having those strong fingers resting on my bare thigh before being crushed up against all of him. God I really did want taste those soft lips, to kiss him as if I didn’t have a care in the world but a voice was telling me that it wasn’t a good idea to get involved in something so complicated.

My finger tips found the edge of the paper and I slowly pulled it free, watching as his eyes followed its path, and then held it out to him.

Kirill took it from me still staring down at me with those searing eyes. “Hmmm it feels warm.”

I noticeably blushed and he knew his words had provoked that response. A scream sounded and I looked to the couple beside us and Kirill glanced in their direction but was more drawn to the far end of the alley. I noted the change in his body language, he was on edge again as he straightened to his full height his hand reaching for the gun at his back. With his free arm he pulled me away from the wall and ushered me behind him. I failed to locate what he was focussed on having trouble seeing over both the people and industrial waste bins littering the alley. I squinted and tried again, from what I could make out there were five of them approaching, one of them was clearly limping. They looked like the same men who were chasing us across town that first night I ran into Kirill. Guess they didn’t give up too easily. I still didn’t recognise them or knew which one of us they wanted or even who sent them.

I was going to ask what do we do now when Krill had his gun in his hand and out in the open, backing us out of the alley. Our pursuers were half way searching for us. Luckily Kirill noticed them before they did us. He raised the gun firing it once in the air, the men froze in mid step and everyone, including us, either hit the ground or started running. Screams erupted all around as a steady stream of panicked faces sped past.

We were running again, the gun returned to its hiding place, weaving in and out of people at break neck pace as Kirill towing me along after him. I tried my best to keep up with his long strides because I knew that if I fell he wouldn’t stop and drag me instead. A taxi cab waiting to turn the corner caught his eye and all of a sudden we were racing across the road dodging traffic. My heart leapt into my throat as I felt the rush of air skim past my body from the oncoming cars. At this point I was gripping his hand for dear life. If I fell now I would probably end up dead. Kirill slapped the taxi’s roof opening the door to shove me onto the back seat, barking out a destination to the driver adding there was a two hundred dollar tip if he made it speedy.

The cab lurched forward as it pulled out into the lane of traffic; screeching of tires and a barrage of car horns erupted, our pursuers had made it across the street and spotted us. Kirill grabbed me and pushed me down on the seat lying half on top of me shielding my body as the sound of bullets exploded past us, a couple struck the taxi. I strained to see out of either window hearing them approach shouting orders to not shoot to kill only wound. Without a second thought my hand dived under his coat retrieving the gun tucked in the back waist band of his pants and held it up to the window as shadows advanced. Kirill tried to sit up but I hooked my free arm around his neck and held him down as my eyes homed in on the glint of the gun then the man holding it. I clicked the safety off and fired shattering the glass getting him in the arm causing the gun to topple from his grip. The injured man crumpled to the sidewalk swearing as the others scattered and some continued firing at us even though others told them to stop as police flooded the area. One commandeered a passing car and they all made their escape to follow the taxi.

The taxi driver kept on driving even though he was yelling, swearing at us. Kirill shouted back ordering him to just keep on going. He sat up enough to still be below the line of sight of the back window and reclaimed the weapon from me. His hand slid over mine taking the gun I still had raised and I neither spoke nor protested as my breathing began slowing. I didn’t remember when we had lost our pursuers since we were still slouched down on the back seat as he regularly checked that we had eluded them. The journey back to the hotel seemed longer. Maybe it was and maybe I was just plainly losing my mind.