Insatiable Habits

Misophonia

🔥Teseo🔥

Two, basically three days into Indiana and I've already moved eight-million dollars worth of product for Vice, Three-million worth of product would have to be stored in my car for the drive back and I had been stopped at police checkpoints twice on my way up here.

I spent several hours mapping out potential routes to avoid hitting any checkpoints on my trip back in a weeks time, I couldn't be too prepared. If they had dogs, I'd be screwed. I didn't need a charge like this, no. I couldn't have a charge like this.

By 11 I was in bed, again my schedule being turned around to move in the day. It worked out best to move product in the day, for now.

When my phone pinged on the penthouse nightstand, I didn't want to move to reach it but technically still on Vice's dime I reached for it and plucked it from the charger. Squinting from the bright screen to be welcomed by an unfamiliar number with an attachment.

As soon as I clicked it I knew it was from her, her thigh and half of her ass filled my screen, vibrant black, blue and purple bruises marked her porcelain skin from my punishment, I growled.

"How the fuck did she get my number?!" I threw my phone back onto the bedside table, furious and suddenly horny. I pressed my dick down, flinching from the contact even through the god damned blanket.

'I'm going to fuck her,' it didn't matter anymore to me what the consequences would be, I'll tear her to shreds and toss her back to her mommy and maybe then she would go away and I could get on with my life and stop spending so many fucking brain cells thinking about her.

*

Despite my lack of sleep after receiving Cecily's text last night I prepared myself for another day, showed, shaven and dressed, I arrived early to my next pickup.

"You're early, Elias!" Ben nodded as I stepped out of my car.

I scoffed. "No shit!" I tossed him my keys. He was the typical man that Vice hired, ex convict with a rough and lengthy criminal record who didn't value freedom, I wouldn't trust him but Vice did so I had to extend a sort of understanding that he wouldn't fuck anything up and get me fucked.

Then again, he feared Vice and if he fucked anything up that had to do with Vice's money or product he would pay with his life.

Ben laughed as he caught my keys and shrugged off my comment. "Why you gotta be so ill all the time, man?" He shook his head.

"You are a prime example of my disgust." I brushed past him as he whistled and again laughed me off.

"Damn man, we'll get this shit packed up then so you can get on your way!" I nodded and continued on across the street to a run of the mill diner.

Greeted by cool AC and a waitress. "Sit where you'd like, honey!" She said, hands full of coffee cups.

I sat in the corner, my view perfectly positioned so I could see Vice's shop across the street and although I couldn't see my car now that it had been pulled into the garages, I could see anything that went in or out.