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  The city that never sleeps, always true to its name.

  The police station was on fifth street, twelve blocks from the bar. Swiftly, my feet pounded against the pavement towards the subway.

  I can't believe I'm doing this, tracking down Quinn for my father, for the 'Macro.'

  Around the business, everyone called him the Macro. He was the man in charge, the one who gave the orders.

  In the grand scheme of things, he stood above us all. All the fighters looked up to him, he had money, control, power.

  I despised him.

  He schemed people, took them for all they were worth to better himself and those who protected his business.

  I didn't want to get Quinn involved. He should have just let me deal with Nico. I know how to handle shit, I wasn't raised to be weak.

  The Macro would never allow any piece of his own flesh to be easily damaged or short of strength. That would have only brought shame to his name.

  At least, I'll get to see him again. The thought sent a rush of butterflies cascading down to my stomach.

  What will go through his head when he sees me standing outside?

  What if he doesn't come back with me?

  He has to. I need him to.

  If he decided to not take my father's offer, to turn and walk away; I needed my father to hear it from him. I couldn't go back empty handed, telling him Quinn said 'no,' that wasn't an option. He would think I failed him, who knows what he'd do then.

  The cool metal of the turnstile grazed my hip as I passed through into the terminal. The doors slid open and I stepped inside the train. Looking around, I made my way to the nearest empty seat.

  Staring out the large window I rested my head against the glass, letting his face emerge; his rugged jaw line, the small dimple that rested beside his lip when he smiled. I want to feel his skin against my thighs, watch his face bury in my warmth. My hand softly ran over my shoulder with this thought. His arms, the colorful ink that coated each massive forearm. It's so fucking hot. Tattoos were one of my weaknesses.

  They showed a fearlessness for pain; a mark of individualism. For some it's a memory, for others it's power.

  Anyone who has a permanent tag on their bodies knows the pain it took to put it there, for most it's worn proudly and displayed.

  Quinn's arms would look good draped over my body, wrapped around my stomach as his lips laid delicate kisses over my skin. I caught my reflection in the glass, pushing me back into reality.

  What the hell am I thinking? How could he have had this much of an impact on me?

  Yes, he helped me out. But, I could have done that myself. Shaking my head, I needed to get him out.

  I don't even know him! Stop this Cadence! You swore off men like him a long time ago, and for good reason. He was cocky, wore his assertive nature on his sleeves.

  If he did agree to what my father was going to offer him... I wouldn't be allowed to have this crush anyway. I'm forbidden to have any type of relationship with the fighters.

  It's one of the few rules my dad set in place. He doesn't want his guys to have any distractions.

  And for me... Well, let's just say he has a whole different set of rules.

  That aside, I certainly couldn't mix business with pleasure.

  The screeching of heavy breaks signaled my stop. A gust of wind flew through my hair as I stepped from the world below back onto the street. It hit my face with such force, my breathing paused, lungs seizing for a mere instant.

  Adjusting myself, my heels pressed with need into the cracked, eroding sidewalk. The police station was still a ten minute walk; and time was essential.

  How the hell am I even going to know if he's still there?

  There was no way I was just going to stroll in and ask.

  What was I supposed to do? Stand outside and wait god knows how long, hoping he walked out the doors?

  Running my hand through my hair, I checked the time on my phone, it was almost four thirty in the morning. Fingers crossed he's not gone yet.

  The large brick building came into focus. It shined brightly against the dull, mop water gray of the skyline. Several cruisers lined the front of the building, the blue and red lights flickered off the windows as headlights reflected off them.

  From the corner of my eye, I noticed the shelter of a bus stop. Perfect, I thought. Darting across the crowded roadway, a horn blared into my ear, my heart leaped into my throat. A few cuss words were ejected at me through the driver's side window of a taxi.

  My mind had been so distracted, I hadn't seen him. I waved my hand in the vehicles direction and continued across. Looking over at the police station, a few faces had turned to see what was going on.

  Oh, shit. Please don't come over and ask if I'm alright. The idea was to stay hidden, not draw attention to myself as I stalked the one place on earth no one ever should.

  Luckily, the officers went about their business, continuing into the building.

  The stop was positioned diagonal across the street. Sitting on the bench I had a clear view of the front doors.

  I'll give it an hour. If he doesn't show, I'm going to need a plan B.

  Barely blinking, I sat staring at the station. My stomach twisted and turned, my leg rapidly twitched up and down as the nerves started to float to the surface.

  What the fuck am I going to do if he says no?

  My father won't like that, but why the hell would Quinn care about what he thinks?

  He didn't owe my father shit.

  But the Macro takes what he wants.

  Chapter Three

  Quinn

  The firmness of steel pressed into my back. My arms fell over my face, blocking the searing glow of the florescent lighting.

  I was in the holding cell, a median spot for the drunks and criminals. The room was large, fifteen by twenty. Thick metal bars surrounded three sides, the forth was doused in cement.

  This fucking blows! Place smells like a pile of dirty gym clothes soaked in piss.

  Was it worth it?

  Tightly, I squeezed my lids closed, trying to prevent even the slightest trace of light from entering.

  It would've been nicer if that fight involved my cock trying to slide into her tight pussy.

  But, just seeing her reaction will have to do for now.

  The smile that gleamed across her angelic face when Nico hit the floor had sent a rush through my body. I wanted her more now than any other piece of ass I could remember.

  There was something about her, something that had gripped my insides, locking its hold and squeezing the air from my lungs with each inhale.

  Cadence... She's beautiful. I bet her cunt is just the same, a perfect bloom.

  Yeah, it was worth the fight to end up here. I'll get a taste of that soon.

  I always do.

  I thought about her tits, the way she taunted me with their plumped design peeking from beneath the fabric. I had been tempted to push my finger down inside the crease, feel the heat expelled by my touch.

  She probably would've slapped me.

  And that would've only made my cock harder.

  I knew she wanted me, too. I could feel it, see it in her lips as they split softly. The subtle dew that dampened her skin was shaped like small teardrops, and beading beautiful across her chest.

  Would she taste as sweet as she looks against my tongue?

  I'll find out soon enough.

  She had no idea how deep I was going to fill her, how loud I'd make her scream. I wanted to tease her with my swelled tip, run it over her dripping pussy as her body shivered with desire.

  “Hey!” The sudden squall fell down onto me, blanketing my tired body. A kick followed, sending a jolt through my foot that hung over the edge.

  I lifted my arm, eyes misted from the light. The figure peered down on me, masked by the shadow covering his face. “What?” I scowled, annoyed he had interrupted my thoughts.

  “You're taking up the whole fucking bench, make some room,�
� he said, holding his arm out towards the side, words blending together in one drunken sentence.

  “So, go sit somewhere else.” Replacing my arm, his foot shot out and kicked me harder in the shin. Shooting up straight, my muscles constricted. I brought my nose barely an inch from his face as I barked, “What the fuck man! Go find another seat.”

  The guy stood motionless, but remained a faceless blur in my vision. Forcefully, I pushed him into view. He was older than I had thought, roughly in his sixties, eyes set deep into their sockets, gray hair ruffled the top of his head.

  At one time in his life, you could tell he was intimidating. He stood only a few inches below me, the hunch of his spine shrinking his stature. The weathered hands by his side mimicked a working man, full of deep scars and dark, stained skin.

  A dense breath fell off my lips. “Sorry, it's been a long night,” I said. My initial reaction was unwarranted, he wasn't a threat to me.

  His eyes studied mine as he spoke, “Ha! Yeah, I bet half the guys in here could say that, son.” The massive hands fell to his knees, aiding his body as he slowly lowered to sit. Pulling a red handkerchief from his coat pocket, a wet cough exploded into it. His brows crawled like caterpillars across his eyes. Fixing on my face, he said, “You look familiar.”

  My forehead arched upwards, shoulders lifted to my ears. “I don't know why, I've never seen you before.” Plopping down beside him, my head fell back against the cement wall.

  Exhaustion had filtered its way in. Tiny weights seemed to hang from my lids, pulling them down. Clasping my fingers together, I rested my palms on my head.

  All I want to do is go home, crawl into my bed, and sleep for days.

  I could feel his gaze, the intense anchor of his face studying mine. I didn't have to see him to know they ran over me, looking me up and down. He shifted from face to arms and down to my waist, then back again.

  Cracking one eye open, I shifted it in his direction. “What? Why do you keep staring at me?” My head turned to meet his. “Weren't you ever taught it was rude to stare?” I didn't like the way he glared at me, it was fucking weird.

  The stranger crinkled his forehead, dirty nails scratching at his ragged beard. “Watch the flies, kid. You seen it. I seen it. Don't screw it now. Hit'em hard.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Agitation riddled my muscles. I didn't want to get frustrated, but I was tired as fuck.

  He's an old, drunk bastard. Just ignore him.

  A cackle filtered through his dried lips, one tooth hung crooked in the front of his mouth. “Watch the feet, they'll be quick. You seen it. Go low.” His drunken smile rose to his ears as his head tilted back and his laugh ensued.

  Who is this guy? He's fucking crazy!

  Pressing against the bench, I stood and crossed the room, I had to move away. If he kept up with that shit, I couldn't promise myself I wouldn't pop him in the jaw to shut him up.

  This wasn't the place to lose control, especially on an old fuck like him.

  A lot of time had passed since I was in a real fight. Nico, in a way, had popped my cherry all over again. Electricity charged my body when my hands meet his raw, unexpected flesh.

  It was comforting, similar to throwing on an old pair of shoes.

  That felt great. Next to good pussy, fighting always gets my blood pumping.

  Cadence, now she really got my body going. I wanted to get the hell out of here, go see her again, and get what was rightfully mine.

  I wanted her, not this. Ending up in jail for the night had not been on my list for the evening.

  All I wanted was to get wasted and get laid. She was gorgeous, mine for the taking.

  Then that piece of shit Nico had to go screw it up.

  Stupid motherfucker.

  She was coming around, a hair line crack had split the porcelain, and I was ready to shatter it wide open.

  Hooking my thumbs into my pockets I leaned against the bars. When the hell are they letting me out of here? It can't be much longer.

  Watching the cops, one stood bullshitting with another, holding their mugs of coffee as chatter filled the space.

  Come on! I'm not drunk anymore, it was just a stupid fight. They've got to let me go soon.

  Looking over my shoulder, the old drunk still gleamed at me with his toothless grin, motioning empty punches into the air. The insane laughter rolled from his gut as he muttered to himself.

  People around here are messed up. What the hell is he on?

  “Deligatti!” The words rippled through my ears.

  Finally! I thought, lifting my hand. I felt like I was back in school, showing my attendance.

  The officer nodded his head, signaling me to the cage door. “Alright, your holding time's up. Let's go,” he said.

  The front doors couldn't come fast enough. I wanted to run at them, let them explode open, just so I could inhale fresh air. This place was making my stomach churn.

  It took twenty minutes to fill out the paperwork. One hefty fine and a court date later... I'm free as a bird.

  Fuck... I've been living off my savings, the last thing I needed was a fine. I have to make some money quick or I'm screwed.

  The sun had just started to crest the horizon. The orange glare hit my face, eyes became razor thin in the blinding glow. The cool breeze woke me slightly as it curled across my skin.

  Ugh, and now the long walk home.

  My sneakers hit the steps, moving down each one swiftly. I wanted to get as far from the station as possible. I didn't need to stand around fiddling my dick any longer.

  Shoving my hands into my green army jacket, I nestled my chin into my chest and headed towards home.

  I wanted to be pissed, enraged even, at how things had played out, but Cadence bubbled to the surface each instance my mind started to wander. Her sexy curves, full meaty hips. Shit, the woman had a figure I would give a kidney to enjoy for one night.

  The mere idea of her made my cock stiffen. The growing hard-on scuffing against the cloth, made it difficult to walk straight.

  Ha! These people probably think I'm a drunken asshole just released from the tank, I thought chuckling to myself. My strides elongated and sideways as I walked, shoulders brushing against strangers.

  From behind a hand fell over my shoulder. Snapping my head to the side, my body followed fluently in one motion. To my surprise I was met by a face, one I hadn't expected to see until I went in search for it.

  Cadence.

  Her bright blue eyes shined with a hint of green from the sun's radiating glow, the crimson of her lips was now a subtle pink.

  “Hey,” she said softly. Her tone filled with a delicate innocence as her head fell to look at the ground, slender fingers intertwining each other uncomfortably.

  What a surprise. Maybe she's here to give me a thank you present or let me give her a big present of my own.

  Bringing my hand up, I ran it through my thick dark hair. “Hello, beautiful. I didn't expect to see you so soon.” My grin split wide, biting my lower lip, I teased, “Are you here to show me your thanks for last night?”

  Tossing the rich black silk from her eyes, she looked up at me playfully. “You wish.” Her laughter purged my body, my cock became rigid again. “I do owe you a thank you. Nico is a prick, but next time just let me do my job.” Her head tilted to her shoulder, lashes fluttering. Each one reminiscent of a tiny butterfly dancing across sapphire. “ But, I'm actually here for my father. He wants to thank you.”

  “That's not exactly how I swing, doll.” The edge of my mouth curled flirtatiously, eyes peering into her.

  Her lips parted into the sexiest smile, teeth shimmering in the sunrise. “Stop. Seriously, he wants to thank you for what you did. You know... helping me and all.” The orange purse twined through her fingertips, pulling against the small strap hanging off the end.

  She looks so nervous. Why?

  I shouldn't really care why, all I want is to feel her cunt draped over my thick cock.
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br />   Raising my hand to her cheek, I glided it over her cool blushed apples. Her face was chilled from the brisk morning air. “I don't really give a shit if daddy wants to thank me. I would rather you just show me your thanks.”

  Cadence writhed with uncertainty. A single brow lifted, the corner of her mouth twitched.

  She took a step back, creating more distance than I wanted between us. Holding her hand up, she said, “Whoa! Look, you helped me and I appreciate that. I especially loved that it was Nico you took out. But, slow down. I don't even know you.”

  She knows she wants me, her lips may say no, but the fire in her voice says otherwise. She can't even look me straight in the eyes! Oh, this is going to be a fucking ride.

  Bridging the gap I pushed closer. “No, you're right, you don't know me. But, you want to. Otherwise, you wouldn't be standing here right now. Would you?”

  Her eyes darted around wildly, a plume of air exhaled from her lips, the translucent mist rising up between us. “Look, I'm here because my father wants to show his gratitude for what you did. He wants to meet you and...” Her voice trailed off briefly. “Will you come meet him or not?”

  What's she not saying? Obviously she had another thought. She wanted to say more, I could see it, hear it in her voice.

  I could go meet him, let him thank me for my generous act of kindness. Her father could also have come here himself, why didn't he?

  Did she offer to come for me?

  Needed to see me again like I needed to see her?

  Scratching my chin, my stomach grumbled beneath my shirt. “Yeah, I'll go see your dad. On one condition.” My tongue slid across my lower lip, smile shining wildly like a child in a candy store.

  Cadence rolled her eyes. “Of course there is, and what's that?” her head pitched to the side as she spoke.

  “Let me take you out to breakfast first. I know a pretty decent place not far from here.” My hands fell open. “Come on... I'm hungry, I don't know about you, but I can't function right without a good meal. What do you say? Please?” Pouting my lips, I hoped she'd agree.

  She pulled air into her lungs like she just expelled herself from beneath water. “Fine, we get breakfast, then right to the bar. Alright?”