Falling For The Bad Boys

WALKER

Sat out on the deck, I watched the laptop screen at the girl dancing on the dance floor and narrowed my eyes.

I studied her closely.

I watched as Hayden and I danced with her together and could not help but think how fucking hot that was.

“Any idea who she is yet?” asked Hayden as he passed me a cup of coffee.

“No. Or the asshole that snatched her.”

Hayden zoomed in on the picture when the man grabbed her off the dance floor but couldn’t recognize him.

When I saw her being carried away by another man, something inside me turned dark and I got Hayden to get out my jeep.

At one point I saw her throw up in the sand and thought I’d have a chance at catching her but then as we got closer, she disappeared.

We drove up and down the beach twice but couldn’t find a trace of her.

I sipped my coffee and rewound the security video of her dancing again.

“I can put a hit out on her?” offered Hayden.

“I don’t want to have her killed,” I told him, sharply.

“I mean for information. Keep eyes out for her?”

“As long as no one touches her.”

The thought of anyone else touching her did not feel right with me.

Where did she come from?

What was her story?

I adjusted my growing cock in my jeans and sipped my coffee as I watched the screen again of her moving.

“It’s been a while since we have chased down someone that we don’t want to kill,” laughed Hayden.

“I have no intentions of hurting her...outside the bedroom,” I pointed out.

Hayden smiled.

“You and me both,” he told me.

I smiled at him and rewound the video again.

“I’ve sent some deliveries out today and we need to stop at Tony’s for a payment tomorrow,” said Hayden.

I nodded, not taking my eyes off the vixen on the screen.

I wondered if she was a moaner or a screamer?

“I’ve placed an ad for a cleaner in the local,” said Hayden.

I nodded and sipped my coffee.

“Damn! You got it bad for her?” he said, smiling.

“You know if I want something then I usually get it,” I told him.

“And it’s because she has slipped through your fingers that’s made you like this?”

“She didn’t slip through my fingers!” I growled.

“She might be in a relationship already or not into guys?” pointed out Hayden.

“Things that can be changed,” I growled.

“Don’t lose your head over one chick.”

I raised my eyebrow at him.

“That’s fine. I’ll hunt her down and have her all to myself?”

Hayden pressed his lips together.

He did not like that idea.

“Okay. Okay. She is fucking hot and we will find her together.”

He shook his head and stood up.

“I’m going for a run on the beach, you coming?”

I shook my head, finished my coffee.

Hayden jogged down the deck stairs and started off up the beach.

I stood up and went to the rail, looking out at the sea.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

Where are you, little mermaid?

Did you slip into the sea and disappear from me?

If she was out there, then I was going to do all I could to find her.

Pulling out my mobile phone, I opened my music app and found the song I had danced with the mystery girl with.

Ironically, it was called Bad Boy.

Would she like a bad boy?

Or perhaps two?

I smiled to myself as I hit play.

She was going to.

I picked up my laptop and headed to my bedroom, determined to let off some of my steam with my hand.

After about an hour, I made lunch for Hayden and me and did some washing in the laundry room.

I couldn’t wait to get a cleaner in here so I wouldn’t have to do this shit anymore.

I found Hayden munching on the chicken salad I had made when I came back into the kitchen.

“Good run?”

He nodded and drank from a glass of water.

I sat next to him and tucked into my food.

“You want to lift weights this afternoon?” asked Hayden.

“Yes.”

“Cool. I’ll finish up, get changed, and get the jeep out front.”

Finishing his food, I noticed he left me his dirty plates to see too and changed into black shorts and a white t-shirt.

Slipping on my running shoes, I slipped my gun behind me and grabbed my phone and earbuds.

Setting the alarm on in the house, I grabbed my keys and walked to the jeep outside.

Hayden was in the driver’s seat with the windows down, and I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker in the car.

I hit repeat and blasted out Bad Boy.

Hayden smiled when he recognized the song and started the jeep with a rev.

Two guards opened the front gate to our house as we drove down and headed into town.

I rested my arm on the window and slipped on some dark sunglasses as we drove along the streets, towards the local gym.

Hayden pulled into the car park, and we both got out, heading to the entrance.

Hayden pressed the lock on the key fob and walked next to me.

I opened the door and stepped in with Hayden behind me to be greeted by Karen, the owner of the gym.

Karen was in her late fifties, who thought that the eighties plastic shell suite were still the fashion and thick layers of makeup.

“Hey Raffiel!” she called, coming over.

I winced as she hugged me, her rose perfume making me gag.

“I have the monthly ready for you if you want to take it now?”

“She makes payment sound like a fucking period,” muttered Hayden.

She handed me a thick brown envelope which I gave to Hayden.

He scanned the contents quickly and nodded at Karen, who broke into a grin.

“You boys staying to work out today?” she asked.

I nodded and removed my sunglasses.

“The place is all yours,” she said, waving her hand.

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the weight section.

Hayden spotted me as I did some bench presses, and then I spotted him before we moved onto the running machines.

I liked to work out and keep strong.

It fell in my line of business to be fit, plus it gave me great sexual stamina.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and increased my running speed.

Hayden noticed this and increased his too.

I laughed as we raced together and smiled when eventually Hayden had to stop.

“Not fair...you have longer legs,” he panted.

He watched me run for a few more minutes, wiping his face with a towel before I began to slow down and then stop.

He threw me a towel, and I wiped my face.

Moving to a fridge, he helped himself to two bottles of cold water and brought one over to me.

I cracked it open and downed nearly the whole bottle.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, calming my heart rate.

The picture of the dark-haired girl with green eyes came into my mind, and inwardly I groaned.

She was getting under my skin.

She should be getting into my bed.

My cock twitched in my shorts, and I glanced at Hayden, who was watching me.

“Still thinking about her?”

I nodded.

“Me too,” he told me, smiling.

“We need to find out who that man is who carried her off?” I told him.

“Or that woman with the short hair?” offered Hayden.

That’s right!

She was dancing with that short-haired woman before we were.

Not many women had short dark hair in this town, and sooner or later in my line of work, I was bound to see her again.

“Keep your eyes open and ask our members for any information,” I told him.

My mermaid may have slipped me one time, but now I would be ready with a net the next time I saw her.

“What do you plan to do if you find this girl?” asked Hayden.

“Make her ours,” I told him.

“I want to make her dance for us back at home to the same song again so I can see the fire in her eyes again,” he told me.

There was fire in her green eyes.

Hot green fire.

The way she moved was practically screaming fuck me, and every male near her had seen it.

But only these two males would have the privilege of fucking her, and any that tried would see the end of my gun before I blew his fucking brains out.