One shots

Slow motion

"Soul on soul. Now, that's my kind of porn."- Jonny Ox.

Savas was pissed. The clean ups were still happening four months after the fierce battles between the familias. People were regrouping and he was having to come out and hunt. He had men watching her, had them doing so for the past four weeks. Since she found out. Shiloh must have been feeling a hell of a lot of smugness that he was about to go wipe off her pretty face. She probably thought it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. She was mistaken, it would've been hard if he didn't have the means, but it sure as hell wasn't impossible.

So he exited the black limo parked in front of the underground club where she was currently trying to hide. His men unloaded from the SUV's that surrounded him. She was smart the club was dangerous and of a man he was definitely not a fan of. The sneer that made its way into his face at the the thought of the sleaze indicated his pure disgust. With a raised hand and a flick of a finger his men swept out creating a perimeter, guns locked and loaded for any fight that could possibly ensue. But today Shiloh was leaving with him.

The air with which he held himself with called for respect. The family seal ring on his right hand a give away to not approach him. Shown he waited for her to make an appearance he decided to relax. Going to the bar first, ordering a bourbon before scouring the place. It was upstanding, the room full of reds and maroons. The table hidden in the shadows would be perfect. Taking a seat he had the view of the whole room, of everything that was going on. Like a trapped mouse she had nowhere to go.

He couldn't help the way he let his mind float off. The touch of her smooth chocolate skin, the curves that he spent all night exploring and the taste of pure her on his lips. She was striking. From her eyes that were an perfect mix of emerald green and cold hard steel. Long black lashes that fanned the apple of her cheeks every time they fluttered close. To her mane of red dip dyed curls that he loved to play with.

He remembered the feeling of her flush gain at him. Sweaty, warm, soft  in the early hours of the morning. The soft rise of her chest as her breathes evened our falling asleep against him. The teasing of her protruding nipples against his skin as it's took all his strength to not wake her up to have his full. He doubted she would've minded but she was knocked out. Their legs tangled his hands wrapped around her with her head resting on his chest. He tried to fight the need to succumb to sleep before giving in. The last thing that caught his eye the twinkling of her nose ring from the light of the moon.

Only to find her missing the next day. The hotel bill paid and no sight of her. She became a distant memory that he didn't dwell on. Life moved on and did he, It didn't bother him then. But if was bothering him now like a pain in the ass, for months later she now needed him. The protection his family could offer couldn't be rivalled by another, and it pissed him off that the self  righteous woman felt like she could hold it all on her own.

Shiloh blew the curls that made up here fringe out of her eyes. The once red ends were now electric green brining out the specks of green in her eyes. She felt hot, she knew she looked it and was really feeling it. The slight sheerness off her white halter flowed until her midriff, held up by chains around her back and her bare back, it gave a little teasing glimpse at her nipple piercings, outlined every time the top sat against her. Black high waisted shorts tried to  contain the ass and waist. Cinching at the curves it only acted in adding to accentuating how she was all real woman. At times like this she thanked god for having a Columbian mama. Blocked lace up heels that looked more rocky than girly finished her look. And with the pops of artwork on her arms, thighs, under boobs and back she looked like a real life pin up doll.

She kept her makeup simple. Enough to make a difference, little enough to not transform her into a whole other person. Winged eyeliner and  maroon painted lips that bought the focus to her face. Well tried to. She sighed, letting her shoulder sag for a fleeting second. Kissing the pendant that held a picture of her family she walked out.