Sage
I rush around everywhere. I plan everything perfectly. I need a plan that is fool proof. No way for it to go wrong.
I set the pancakes on the table. Along with chocolate milk. The table cloth I ironed (I am not sure if you are supposed to do that or not) sits underneath it all.
I walk up stairs to wake up Bay.
When I walk in she is laying sprawled all over the bed. She is in some sort of crooked starfish looking position. I had her in a certain position last night.
Stop. This isn't about that right now, Sage. Think with your head. Not your dick.
"Love," I gently shake her shoulder.
She doesn't budge. She just rolls over and mumbled something inaudible.
"Love," I try again.
"Go away. I'm trying to sleep," she shoos me lazily with her one hand.
"Love the food is going to get cold," I kiss her forehead.
She still doesn't move. I sigh.
"I'll give you head of you wake up."
That's my last try. If that doesn't get her up then nothing will.
"I'm up!"
I laugh as she looks at me waiting.
"I didn't say when," I quickly run out of the room as I say this.
***
When she finally comes down, I reheated the food and she looks gorgeous.
She put on eyeliner and mascara which make her brown eyes pop. She has a little bit of highlighter that I can see on her nose. Her outfit too. She is wearing a little white skirt and green tank top that make me want to forget this whole plan and just stare at her.
"Stop staring. You're making me nervous," she says as she sits down. She crosses her arms over her stomach.
"Sorry you just look gorgeous."
Bay blushes and looks down. She is so fucking adorable.
"We have a meeting we need to attend at two. Then I have dinner plans for us. Then tonight," I pause and look her up and down, "Well I am sure you can guess what we will be doing."
She blushes again and gets nervous.
"Where's dinner? And who's the meeting with?" she changes the subject.
"Dinner is a surprise. The meeting is with the American Mafia," she cringes at the mention, "They want Ben back."
"Oh. What's the plan?" she suddenly looks excited.
"The plan is to trade Ben for their mafia."
"Do you think they will do that?" she asks me intrigued.
"One way to find out," I shrug.
***
At the end of breakfast as I am cleaning the dishes Bay comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.
"You still owe me head," she says in the most innocent voice ever.
I laugh, "I know. Just know it's worth the wait."
"It better be," she lets go and skips out of the kitchen.
Step one of the plan (make her breakfast) complete. Onto step two.
***
It's almost two and we are on our way to the meeting. I am driving with my one hand on Bays thigh.
I decide to tease her.
I lightly drag my fingers up and down her thigh. Every time I get a little closer. I draw circle and swirls pretty much right next to where she wants me.
She squeezes her thighs together making me chuckle.
"This isn't fair. You didn't give me the head you owe me," she whines.
"Later, love."
We pull in and park.
I get out and go around to open the door for Baylor.
Good thing she didn't try to open the door herself. Would've slammed the door in her face.
I link arms with her as we walk in. I open the doors to the Kings Manor. Ever time the King dies a new 'King Mafia' is crowned. Supposedly the person crowned is the best mafia boss in the world.
All the men with there sluts walk around. I keep my eyes away from all the women and their disgustingly provocative attire.
"What is this? And why are all the women wearing so little?" Bay whispers to me.
"It's the Kings Manor. Whoever wins, gets to own this place until they die."
I leave out the important details until tomorrow.
"Tonight, I need you to make friends. I'll be right beside you so no one will do anything to harm you but there are going to be some...interesting men."
"Should I go into spy mode?" she smiles up at me like a child whose just watched Spy Kids.
"Yes."
I roll my eyes with a smile on my lips. God she is fucking perfect.
Her face changes. She locks her expression into a flat face.
"I'm mimicking you. How do I look?" she says in a British accent.
"You look gorgeous," I kiss her forehead.
Before we can get farther into the manor a butler greets us.
"Do you have any stuff for us to take off you, sir and ma'am?" he asks us without ever making eye contact.
"No."
We walk into the big room. Everyone turns to stare and starts whispering.
"Why are they staring?" Bay asks me.
"Well, personally I would be staring at you. But chances are it's also because I have never shown my face since I was eighteen other than to Ben. And we see where that got me."
It's a long story.
"What's the plan, captain?" Bay asks me, getting serious.
So fucking adorable.
"Let's go make friends," I smile and lead her to the dance floor.
"I don't want to ask to many questions captain but uh, how's dancing going to help us?"
I place my hands on her waist making her get all nervous and blush.
"Trust me, love."
I spin her around the dance floor. Twirling in circles. She giggles when I dip her. I cherish these moments with her. They may be my last.
Baylor
As we dance I can't help but stare into his ocean eyes.
When we finally stop dancing I kiss him.
"I love you," I whisper onto his lips.
His eyes widen.
"What?"
"I love you."
"Say that again, please? Over and over."
"I love you. I love you. I love you."
"I love you too, Bay."
I love when he calls me that.
As we head back over to the bar he explains to me what I need to know. Including that he will meet alone with the American Mafia.
He has explained a lot to me over the past couples weeks with him. I know practically everything you could know, want to know, and don't want to know about sex. I know almost everything about his mafia and what he knows of the other mafias. Also he told me that there are no rules in the mafia world. So never follow them. I also know everything about him. I am a matured woman now.
"Anyone who says they are a part of the Italian Mafia is lying to you. Unless they say they work for my father. Then I would not trust them. They clearly don't know he is dead. Him," he pointed to an older man, maybe thirty five or forty, "He is very feared and powerful. I am trying to make an alliance with him but it's not working to well. Don't upset him. Try to stay away from him."
I nod my head listening intently.
"Him," he points to another man, "He kills everyone if they even so much as speak to him. So stay away from him. Lastly," Sage points to the one man with, I swear, fifty women around him, "He is our enemy. I will be fighting his son tomorrow."
Fighting?
