He raised up and placed his lips on mine. I accepted his kiss. Giving him what he wanted... what I wanted. I raised up, moving to his neck. He growled in response.

The sweet scent I chased earlier flooded my senses. A perfect mix Ceasar's natural musk and the soaps he liked to use. Developing a hunger for him. I sucked on the skin offered to me. He cried my name as I slowly undid his shirt buttons.

"Ace... what if security passes by?" I paused my actions.

"Since when did you care? Aren't you the more shameless one out of the two of us?" Glassy eyes filled with lust looked into mine. He smiled.

In his native tongue, Caesar said, "True, but I prefer that you have me in bed or in the bathtub." I kissed his lips.

Replying immediately, I said, "Shameless." He bit down on my lips.

"Yes, I know."

Getting up from the couch, we brought everything into the kitchen. As soon as the last plate was packed away lithe hands wrapped themselves around my waist. Not waiting for him to take the lead. I placed my lips on his. He willingly opened his lips allowing me to suck on his tongue passionately. The hot apendage stopped any coherent thoughts from forming. His once idle hands occupied themselves, lifting my sweater over my head. He looked at me.

"Are you sure?" said Caesar.

"Yes." Our wild kiss took us out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Come." I guided him by the waist up the stairs.

The night was too short and the morning rays too bright. I looked at the naked, sleeping body next to me. Strong arms laced with firm muscles reached out to me. I bit my lip. Damn you're so fucking sexy. My eyes raked across his wide shoulders and ran down his spine. Leaning down, I placed several kisses on the exposed areas not covered by the sheets. I pushed a few wavy strands of black hair out of his face.

My phone went off, alerting me of a new message. Removing myself from his hold, I got up off the bed and searched the mess our clothes created for it. The lines in my forehead deepened. Where is it? About to give up I spotted it in a corner. The light from the phone assaulted my eyes in the dimly lit room.

D – 8:35 am : Can we talk?

All traces of sleep left me.

A – 8:37 am : Sure. Is something wrong?

While waiting on his reply, I picked up the strewn articles of clothing and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper.

D – 8:38 am : Not really. I just needed your opinion on something.

A – 8:38 am : I'll pass by later.

D – 8:39 am : No. That's the thing. I'm going condo hunting. In X Area. I already have a few choices in mind. Just wanted your opinion.

X Area. Is that not Tendom's territory?

I walked out the bedroom door shutting it in my wake. I pressed the call button on the screen.

"Hello."

"Good Morning. Damien!" His lack of manners added to my irritable state. "Good m..."

"Good morning!" said Damien. Pleased I stated the reason for my call.

"You aren't allowed to live in X Area!" I stated frankly.

"Why not?" I can't exactly say that it's deep within Tendom's territory. I wiped my face.

"Because I want you close to me." He went silent on the phone.

"Damien if you're looking for somewhere to call home. You can live at the mansion with me." I offered. An object crashed noisily on his end of the line. Is he already packing?

"I couldn't possibly intrude." He spoke up quickly. "I am actually very into the separate living spaces type of ... relationship we have." Relationship? I laughed at his weak excuse, while happy to know where he saw us in his heart.

This is taking too long. "I'll send my men to move your things by this afternoon. About one o'clock should be good, so don't do anything! You'll be cleared out and settled in by the end of the week. See you later." I removed the phone from my ears.

"You can't make..." His angry shouts were cut off as I ended the call. I opened the door.

"Good Morning." I greeted Caesar. Caesar turned over on the bed giving me a sneak peek of what lay below his happy trail. I smiled.

"Morning." He rose up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. We quickly organised ourselves. I gave him a suit of clothes to change into.

"When will I see you again?" said Caesar. I looked up at him.

"I don't know. Maybe never." I answered honestly. He brushed off my words, however I doubted he understood the truth behind them. We headed down for breakfast, before leaving the compound in our separate vehicles.

The work completed at the office was tiresome. Finished with placing the necessary shipment orders for the day. I glanced at the clock. Eleven minutes past eleven. I packed away the papers on my desk. I called for Carlos. Upon his arrival I requested a driver. His response was less than pleasing. Forced to drive myself, I left the building not long after.

Sitting behind the wheel I pulled off. The traffic through London was dense and frustrating. Finally arriving at his rhetorical door step, I opened the car door only to shut it immediately.

I sat still taking in every detail of the tattoos that were placed strategically on their forearms. Four men had exited the reception area of the condo. I stared at them as they continuously moved in and out of the building with items in tow. Damien walked outside with a strange man at his side. The man had the same tattoo of a howling wolf with a white chain around its neck.

Well I be fucked!

Since when were you in ties with Tendom's men? He can't be one of them... can he? I shook my head in annoyance. It's not possible you know that. You've seen every inch of his body. There isn't a single tattoo on his skin. Another man approached them, they stood talking to Damien for quite some time until he parted ways.

The moving operation lasted another half hour before the truck they were filling was closed and sent off. All but the one man who had spoken to Damien left.

What have you gotten yourself into? My anger slowly began to rise. You couldn't wait on my help, could you? I opened the car door and entered the building. Opening my phone I sent out a broadcast of my location to the different heads. Passing through the reception area I quickly found his front door. I rung the bell.

Not sure what to expect, I pushed up the long sleeves of my t-shirt and folded my arms. The excitement of the impending visit had long worn off. Why couldn't you have listened? The door opened. I came face to face to the strange man. Shock passed over his features before he stepped to the side.

With a heavy Italian tongue, he said, "Damien... You have a visitor." He swallowed thickly, as he stole glances of the tattoo sleeve on my arm.

"Visitor? I'm not expecting anyone now." He stopped in his tracks. The empty space echoed his words loudly. "Ace..." He called my name. My eyes narrowed at him.

"I... I had already... The..." He struggled to find words to say. I tilted my head to the side.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't hear that." I walked to him.

"I had already ordered the movers. And..."

"You could have cancelled." I stated.

"Well not really..." He looked at me with a pained expression.

If only you knew... I boxed his head to the left. Not waiting for him to regain his footing. I sent my right hand into the left side of his face. Repeating the same punches back to back, he soon looked disorientated. I lifted my foot connecting it to his head. He was knocked across the floor.

I walked across to him. Turning him over with my foot, I then pressed down on his chest. He looked up at me.

"We've been over this Damien. What I say is law and it's in your best interest to obey!" He nodded his head.

"Yes." I removed my foot from his chest. He got up shakily, wiping the red line that ran from his nose.

"Where are you moving to?"

"I'm staying with..." He stopped the truth from leaving his lips to look at me. "I haven't gotten a new place yet." Lies.

"Then you'll be staying with me."

He opened his lips to refute, but my glare shut him up. The third member of the room slowly edged his way to a different direction. I pulled out the hand gun I had in hiding. Damien's eyes opened widely. I turned around to be face to face with the barrel of a gun. With both of us now staring at each other my anger boiled.

"Who do you think you are?" I spat. The bullet leaving the chamber met its target without delay. The man dropped onto the floor before me. Filth. Unable to hide the coldness in my eyes, I grabbed Damien and walked out the condo.

He struggled against my grip. Walking up to the car I watched in both directions before knocking him several times on his temples. He slumped into my body. I carefully placed him on the backseat before jumping in the driver seat and pulling off.

I stole a glance at the unconscious man in the back. Well now I know why its so difficult to get information on you. If Tendom's your backer we really need to have a talk, and soon.

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