I drove fast, ignoring the angry drivers around me as I muscled my big truck into their paths. I was angry too, so fuck ’em.
For what was probably the hundredth time, I thought about starting my own security business. I was the workhorse behind Dad’s operation anyway. I had all the connections, knew all the players, and was the one who had maneuvered Dad’s business into the information era. But he would never admit it. I didn’t need his appreciation anymore. I’d given up on that years ago, but I didn’t need to be treated like nothing but any other employee either. He’d had the nerve to threaten to fire me if I didn’t suck up to one of his clients. We both knew it was an empty threat, but it still stung. I was sick of being treated like a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe.
I would love to take off, go to Chicago for good, or New York, or even out of the country, but that would mean leaving my brothers and my mother behind, something I would never do. Nope, if I did start my business, it would have to be right here in San Francisco, in direct competition with dear old dad.
I stopped at a stoplight and watched a gorgeous woman pass in front of me in the crosswalk, black boots up to her thighs, black skirt barely covering a luscious swell of ass. The ass was so good, my eyes never even traveled up to check out her rack, which normally was my favorite part of a woman. My cock twitched as I burned her image into my brain and I grimaced in an anticipation of pain. None came. I adjusted my dick, called myself fifty synonyms for fucking pussy, contemplated jacking the truck onto the sidewalk and getting out to talk to her, but in the end I drove on.
I hadn’t talked to a woman with the intent of getting my hands up under her skirt in years, why start now?
Because your scars are healed and you are feeling the fucking urges again finally, that’s why. Because it’s what men do. Because it’s normal. Because it feels good. Because you want to. Because women are soft and make killer noises when you touch them. Are those enough reasons for you?
I nodded my head, knowing the sneering, sarcastic voice in my head was right. It was time. Past time to get back in the game. I only wished the thought didn’t send me into a bit of sick panic.
The light turned green and I floored it, clearing my mind, blanking it, in anticipation of the job ahead. No nookie on the company’s time. I learned that little lesson years ago. In spades.
I was driving to Seattle to get on the Empire Builder train to Chicago to provide security for a client of my dad’s company, Rosesson Security. The client was rich, gold-and-silver-mining rich, and had his own security but he wanted his security with him constantly, so he hired my dad to provide someone who could liaise with the train conductor and provide general security that would defer to him and his men. The only reason he was taking the train at all was because a property owner who had just found a gold lode twisted through his back acreage was taking the train to Chicago and the rich old guy wanted the few days it took for the train to make its way across the country to convince the property owner to sell him the rights to the gold.
Money makes the damn world go round, so quit thinking about women, do your job, and deal with your issues when it’s over.
I drove for twelve hours, appreciating the time alone. The time to get my head on straight. I thought as little as possible, hating how my thoughts would jumble together and contradict each other, but I took the time to get back in tune with my body. I’d been raised a fighter, a warrior, my brothers and I all had, but I’d been hiding from my own nature for too long now while I tried to pretend that the past hadn’t really happened. No more.
When I pulled into to the long term lot next to the King Street Station, Rock was already there, waiting for me in the corner we’d agreed on. I parked and got out, watching his grizzled, worn face crack into a smile under his army-issue high and tight. He held out his hand and I took it, pulling him into a one-armed hug.
“Knox, good to see you, man, let’s secure the fuck out of this train,” he barked in his drill-sergeant voice and I laughed. Rock was the only other employee of my father’s I liked to work with on assignments like this. He was tough, dependable, and had a lifetime’s worth of experience. I never could figure out why he liked my father and continued to work for him.
In two hours, the conductor had us briefed on every operation of the train, what he expected of us, where we would sleep, and where our client would be. He was getting on the train in Portland in a few hours, and we had specific instructions to follow until then.
I took up my place at the back of the train car and watched out the window as the train began to move out of the station, slowly, shakily, but steadily. I’d never been on a train before and I felt the lull of the track calling to me, inviting me to relax, to finally let go of all my personal shit.
Chicago here we come.
I had forty-eight hours in Chicago before my flight home after the job was over. I planned to take in a football game at Soldier Field and make some major life decisions. I was sure about one thing, that this was the last job I was ever going to do for my dad. I couldn’t stand the thought of turning twenty-one in a few months and still working so close with a man I hated more as each year passed.
It was time to forget about the past and forge my own future, whatever that might look like.
** This book will be called The Billionaire’s Secret Kink Prequel and it will be available, for free on Amazon, before christmas.