King of New York (34 page)

“Do you know
them, boss?” asks Ricardo warily, as Chad maintains his poker face and gives
nothing away.

“No Ricardo, I
don’t. But I soon will, and you too, my dear friend, will also know them when
their bodies are brought to me. It’ll be a spectacle for all to see. Apply a
little patience and they will soon be revealed to all of us.”

Chad’s blue eyes
glisten as Ricardo’s darken with horror at the danger in his boss’s voice.

“I am the king
of this city, but it seems that the paupers have waged war upon me and my
kingdom. Off with their heads!” He smiles mockingly, clearly sending chilling
impulses up the spines of his two companions. Someone is calling him on his
phone but he does not answer.

“They have upset
my sanity by taunting me with images that revolt me; they have invaded my
private spaces, such as my home and my offices. And now they have the impudence
to breathe the same air that I do, only a few feet away from me, as you can see
in the photograph. They will pay! They shall pay for their crimes.”

Chad looks at
his friend and asks him: “Do you know these two people, Mikey?” He slams the
bread knife into the table as Mikey’s uneasiness becomes apparent. The knife
bends and loses its shape from the pressure of Chad’s strength. His phone rings
again but he ignores it.

“C’mon Chad, you
really think I’d do that to you. We’re like bothers. If I knew anything I’d be
the first to tell you.” Mikey’s subtle Italian accent quivers a little as he
answers. Chad is fuming but he doesn’t react to his friend’s uneasiness. He
begins to talk slowly but with deep intensity.

“I don’t care
how high your rank is. You are all pigs. You hear, Mikey? The police are all
wretched with a licence for corruption. Only a few of you are honest at your
job and we know that you’re not one of them. Your job is to protect me, Mikey.
I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt as we are meant to be friends, like
brothers, as you just mentioned. But I’ll tell you very freely that even a brother
of mine will not be pardoned if he bites the hand that feeds him. My love is
not that deep. And you know that, brother!”

Mikey’s steak
seems to get stuck in his throat as Chad finishes his finely presented speech,
but after a brief moment the police commissioner continues his meal.

Chad orders them
a bottle of vintage champagne as he feels in a celebratory mood after finally
identifying at least one of his stalkers.

Mikey’s in a
quiet mood, but he accepts the wine from Chad.

Chad is so happy
with Ricardo that he orders him a bottle of the most expensive champagne to
take home and share with his wife.

“See, I take
care of my own, Mikey. I really do.” Mikey clinks his glass with Chad and the
three of them reminisce and talk into the night.

Chad keeps an
eye on Mikey the entire time. His mistrust is full-blown and the only person he
trusts is his driver.

Ricardo has been
working for him for over five years now and has never shown disloyalty to his
boss. Day or night, rain or snow, he attends to Chad without question or
hesitation. Chad gave him an opportunity that he could not refuse and for that
he has always remained trustworthy.

They clink
glasses once more and the evening comes to a close for the three men.

When Chad gets
home he decides to call Sierra. She had called him a few times earlier while he
was with his driver and Mikey. It was the first time she’d called him since the
restaurant incident, but he had refused to answer her calls. However, now he
has the sudden urge to hear her voice, but his nerves will not allow him so he
does other things in the hopes that he will later gather the courage and call
her.

CHAPTER 25

Sierra wakes up in the middle of
the night after the passionate and crazily blissful lovemaking session she had
had with Sebastian. She feels groggy and tired and is also unaware of where she
is for a brief moment. As her thoughts gather together, she realises she’s not
in the comfort of her ten million dollar penthouse nor her own rented place; the
realisation hits her that she has spent numerous nights with Sebastian in the
white room that now seems pink with the light from the outside casting a
different shade on the walls through the red curtain.

She looks around
the room to get herself accustomed to her environment. She notices something in
the corner that she knows for a fact was not there earlier in the day. There’s
a grand piano in the room. It’s black; a beautiful glossy black, shiny and
sexy. Even though the room isn’t lit she can see most of the sexy black grand
piano in the corner of the room. The only thing that’s missing from the room is
Sebastian.

She looks around
the three hundred and sixty degrees of the room and he’s nowhere in sight. She
worries as to his whereabouts. Just as she’s about to get out of the red silk
sheets she hears the door open. She drapes the duvet over her breasts because
she’s not sure who the person on the other side of the door is.

Sierra hopes it’s
Sebastian but she’s not going to take the risk and let someone else see her
nakedness; there was a butler around earlier in the day who had catered to all
their needs, so it could be him. She waits in anticipation as the door slowly
opens and a shadowy image stands at the door.

Her heart skips
a beat in fear as the shadow comes into the light of the full moon peering in
through the slit of the curtains. Although she can’t see his face properly, she
can see the handsome physique and she knows that it’s her lover.

She smiles
knowing that it’s him and feels happiness and relief that it’s not anyone else
and that he’ll be keeping her company throughout the night.

Sebastian walks
towards the bed, and as he gets closer she sees the smile on his face and they
both start laughing. She jumps off of the bed and runs into his arms like she’s
been deprived of him all her life. He kisses her forehead lovingly.

Then, he goes to
the corner of the room and reveals the exquisite black piano to her that she
had seen a glimpse of earlier.

She gasps at the
full extent of black beauty.

Sebastian sits
on a small black leather stool and plays a melody with the keys. He begins to play
a composition of different melodies and he plays like a man with genius in his
fingertips. The melodies he creates exude a subtle magnificence. He incorporates
jazz and classical on the piano and creates a euphoria of musical bliss. She
hears the violence and sensuality in his music as if she were listening to a
masterpiece by Mozart.

She never knew
that Sebastian possessed such musical genius. However, she should have guessed
from the time he took her to see the jazz concert at the Empire State Building.

Sebastian
continues on the piano, with every note affecting her in a beautiful way.

He plays into
the night until she feels the piano and her being become entwined as one. Had
the greats that Sebastian emulated still been alive they would have applauded
with admiration at the young man that celebrated them in such an innovative and
beautiful way.

Sweet melodies
pierce deep into the night. But he’s not finished.

“Has music ever
spoken to you, my beautiful lady? Have you ever cried from hearing the pain and
passion that explodes from within the instrument, or the singer’s voice? Have
you ever listened to music so much that all the elements of it hurt you with
pleasure, pain and passion? Well if you haven’t, please allow me to play you a
medley that I call ‘Written just for you’.”

The music is
insatiable and Sierra feels it as it arouses the inner parts of her being. The
music is potent poison in its purest and most beautiful form. The elements of
the melody cry as they rise to meet the beat of her heart. The music Sebastian
plays suffocates her body. Her heart wrenches at the poignancy of the melody.
She is stuck in a sea of sublime emotion as he carries her to places her
physical body cannot transport itself to. The pain and anguish of his music is simply
beautiful. He takes her on a journey of musical highs and lows as he controls
the instrument and plays with emotion as if he were expressing the pain of a
man.

Sebastian’s
green eyes are alive with passion for the music. It’s a devastating masterpiece
that he creates for her. Tears of pleasure and passion fill her eyes as he
spellbinds her with his sensuous and passionate stare. Sierra can feel every
note that he plays.

“Please don’t
stop. Keep on playing till my body can no longer feel the beat. Please don’t
stop, Sebastian,” she pleads softly.

****

As Sebastian leaves the room, Sierra
turns on the mobile phone that she had turned off long before she had entered
the white room. It is the early hours of the night.

There is one missed
call from Chad and a text regarding her whereabouts. She knows she has to talk
to him. She suddenly feels a renewed need to hear his voice.

She rings his
phone and he picks up even before the first ring is over. He sounds worried but
relieved that she has finally made contact with him.

“Where have you
been? You had me so worried, Sierra.” He sounds like a man that has already
forgotten the heartbreak she caused him.

“I’ve missed
you. You had me going crazy today, thinking something bad had happened, like a
kidnapping, since your phone was off, which is the never the case. I even
called my friends in high places to plan a search party with the secret service
for you. I went to your apartment and they said they have not seen you for
weeks now. Then I went to your old place and they said they saw you getting
into a car with an unknown male. I’m guessing it’s that son of a bitch you call
your friend.”

She’s gobsmacked
that he knows she’s with Sebastian. Was she to tell him the truth or make up a
lie?

“Are you
sleeping with him, princess?” Chad asks, sounding like a man that already knows
the truth but needs confirmation from her. Sierra stays quiet for a few moments
and then finally decides to speak without directly answering his question.
“When I am with him, all I think of is you. You’re the only one that I need,
baby.”

“I asked if
you’re fucking him?” Sierra hears the silent command in his voice. She is
afraid to tell him the truth, but she knows that she cannot lie to him.

“Yes, yes, I
am,” she says, her heart beating in anticipation of his response.

 “Well, what can
I say, apart from the fact that you have been a very bad girl, princess.” His
voice is antagonising and it makes her feel guilty.
Chad asks her
where she is, as if he knows that Sebastian is somewhere near.

“I am at his,
but I want you to come and get me.”

“Put me on
speaker.”

She puts him on
speaker.

“Tell that son
of bitch that you are mine, and only I can make you do the things I want you to
do.”

She smiles,
loving the controlled tone of his ownership of her.

“Now tell me why
you want me to come and get you.”

She knows that
he knows why she wants him to come and get her. But in typical Chad Perry style
he wants her to say it.

“I want you to
come and get me because I need you.”

“That is not
good enough, and you know it, princess,” he whispers softly.

She smiles,
loving the way he creates desperation for him inside her womanhood.

“Go to where
there is a mirror, I want to play a game with you.”

Sierra is
hypnotised by his deep and sexy voice. There is a full-length mirror by the
edge of the bed so she sits in front of it.

“Now tell me
what you want from me as you watch yourself in the mirror. Don’t be shy,
remember that it is me, the only man that has made love to you in the most
shameful but desirable way. Tell me the kinky fantasies you have about me.” His
voice is deep and sensuous, filled with lust, and it turns her on to the brink.

“My fantasy is
for you to let me fuck you, let me be in control and let you be the one to beg
for me.” She gets wetter as she says the words.

“I can let you
do that. I can give you your fantasy. Now, tell me more, baby.”

“I want to be on
top and fuck you good so you beg for mercy.”

He laughs across
the phone. “I think I’ve created a monster. You’re now so brazen and demanding,
just the way I like.”

Sierra looks at
her naked body in the mirror; her womanhood is glistening with wetness.

“I know that you
are wet. Stick your finger inside it. Play with your wetness as you stare at
yourself, baby.” She moans loudly as her finger goes inside her womanhood.

“Taste it,” he
commands, ever so softly.

Slowly she takes
her finger in her mouth and slowly tastes herself.

“Tell me how it
tastes, baby,” he says.

“It tastes nice.”

“Yes, it does taste
nice doesn’t it? That’s how you taste in my mouth. Now, say my name,” he
commands, “ever so softly as you put another finger in your mouth.”