Chapter 6: We Want Her
Chapter 6: We Want Her
Riccardo
"It is not here for the fuck sake!" Marshall slammed the guest list closed, almost seething as he looked at Adanna.
She shifted a little as his eyes connected with hers. She was a smart girl, knowing when she was in trouble and now she certainly is.
"Why is Angelia's name not here?" He asked carefully but I knew he was wrestling with impatience.
"Who?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"Angelia, the woman with long dark raven hair and she left a few minutes ago."
At the mention of Angelia, she tensed before slowly relaxing again, looking smug for some reason.
"I must have forgotten."
"You know any visitors need to write their name in the list, it is protocol. This is ground for elimination of your position here at the club." I threatened, no longer content with letting Marshall steer the conversation and Adanna's eyes widened.
"I am s..sorry, I didn't mean to." She stuttered, looking frightened at the thought of getting fired. She looked at Marshall for support but she wouldn't get any from him.
"Did you get her to sign a confidential agreement then?" I asked, although I knew she didn't and she confirmed it by shaking her head.
"Did you want to lose your job?" I was beyond pissed, not only because we couldn't find the name of our mystery woman but also because it was her damn job to secure a confidential agreement with everyone who stepped a foot into my building.
I was at a loss which had never happened before. Just one look at her from a distance and I wanted to know more about her, to see her again. I needed her, no one had caught my attention like she had just done and for that, I had to find her at all costs. But how the fuck am I supposed to do that with only knowing her first name?
My mind was going amok with thoughts of how to find this woman called Angelia. I have to call my private investigator, I couldn't find her on my own that was for sure. How could everything change in a blink of an eye? I wasn't saying that she was the one, fuck, that would have been ridiculous but I couldn't just let her go either, not without getting to know her and to see if she would fit in with us.
The whole what if was what stuck with me, she stole my attention as soon as I saw her and that had to count for something, right? Maybe after waiting so long for a slave, I was getting desperate, we were getting desperate. That was more possible than her actually being the one for us, maybe what happened was because she was a beautiful woman with the perfect body shape. Just staring alone at her made my dick twitch and the thought of her was making me lose my sanity. Who is this woman and why does she have so much effect on me just by one stare?
Even if she could end up being another of the hundreds we had met that didn't suit us, I still need to meet her again and I wouldn't rule anything out until then.
"Hey, where did Kingston go?" Marshall asked, looking around.
I turned around but I couldn't see him anywhere. For such a big man, he could be quiet as a mouse whenever he wanted. I hadn't even noticed him walking away, I knew he had followed us down there.
"He w..went outside." Adanna said, pointing at the door.
Casting an annoyed look at her, I stalked to the door and just as I reached for the handle, it opened, revealing Kingston's brooding face.
"To the office," he said just as quietly as he always did.
My office was on the third floor, away from the music and people. It was spacious with a comfortable sitting area, a desk and a private bar filled with only our choice of drinks. They both settled on my leather couch while I went to fetch drinks for us.
"None for me, I have a meeting to attend early tomorrow." Kingston said, grabbing a cigarette from the table and lit it up.
"Where did you go?" Marshall asked, looking at him and waiting for a response.
"To talk to the bouncers outside." He replied, he was a man of few words.
I have never heard him make a long sentence and it made me wonder how he manages meetings and work.
"Why did you talk to them?" Marshall asked, still puzzled.
Understanding dawned on me, the bouncers must have seen her identity card and I was sure they wouldn't have forgotten her. How could they? I saw her from a distance and I was already hooked. They got to see her face to face and I knew she would look even more beautiful up close. I didn't know why I hadn't thought about the bouncers but it was good someone did.
"What is her name?" I asked right after Marshall, making him even more puzzled.
"Angelia Hartwell, twenty-three years old. She is a student but they have forgotten which university she studies at."
"Oh, of course." Marshall grinned, finally understanding what we were talking about.
"Twenty-three, you say? That is not bad…"
Fuck yes, that is bad. She is so young and she might not appreciate the big age difference." I disagreed, cutting Marshall off.
Seriously? Damn you Marshall. He had a thing for thinking with his dick rather than his head. But for once, I was happy someone argued for it because while I could see reason, I didn't want to, not this time. I was the voice of reason in our little group, Marshall was practically the opposite and Kingston, he just went along with whatever decision we made most of the time.
"Fifteen years isn't that bad, well sixteen years in Kingston's case. Maybe she would like someone with experience." Marshall argued and I wanted to believe him.
As much as I wanted it, I still had to play my part and see which side won. This was why the three of us worked, we discussed both the good and bad before jumping into anything.
"And then the three of us, who wouldn't be scared by that? Being shared isn't for everyone and like I said before, she is so young and it might freak her out. We can agree on that at least…."
"What if she is a sub?" Kingston's voice cut through our discussion. Fuck, I hadn't even thought of that.
"We could change that." Marshall said, looking at us hopefully.
"You guys know how many subs have fallen at our feet even when they knew we were Masters." I shook my head at Marshall's words.
"Hell no, that is where we draw the line. We won't convince anyone to become a slave, that will always be a free decision for anyone to make themselves without our influence."
Marshall knew that but I understood his eagerness, it wasn't often one of us, let alone all three of us found someone who stirred our interest.
Kingston hadn't said much about any of this but that wasn't unusual. I figured out he would protest if he wasn't in. He also wanted her, all of us want her at all costs.