Ciran Mithell Pt 3
1422 Words
Ciaran Mitchell
I needed to know everything about Jacob, but there’s one tincy wincy problem. I don’t know his last name. I have my men looking into him.
I know it’s a long shot, but it’s all I’ve got. I sent them a picture of him.
He has no clue that I took it or the other pictures of yesterday evening at the club. I'm very interested in Jacob. He does something to me that no other man ever has.
I wanted to test the waters, toy with him a little. I want to make him my new plaything, for now, and see how things develop.
I want to put my trust in someone and I hope and pray to god that that someone is Jacob. I’m seeing him later this evening and seeing where things lead.
I truly hope that this is the beginning of something and not just s****l but a friendship. I haven’t got many friends. Mainly enemies. I just hope that Jacob isn’t an enemy. I really don’t want to kill him. He’s everything that I want in a s****l partner.
I want to show him my world and make sure he never leaves it, but that’s just rational thinking. I’m not even sure a man like Jacob would be able to live in a world like mine.
So, for now, we will get to know each other and find out what makes each other tick. What turns us on and what our deepest and darkest fantasies are.
Once I’ve stopped playing with him, maybe we can have something more than just a s****l and friendly relationship. But that’s way down the line.
“Boss.”
I snapped out of my thoughts, looking at one of my most trusted men. “I hope you’ve got something good for me.”
“I have. We were able to do some digging on the guy you left the club with. Lucky for you, the picture you had of him was clear, and we found out who he was and who he works for.”
“So hit me with it?”
I sure hope this guy wasn’t a cop or, worse, an undercover man for another mafia gang.
“His name is Jacob Mcfife, he’s an ex-FBI agent. He left a year ago. He’s now working closely with Intel. We have no record of what part of intel he works in. But, this guy is slippery, boss.”
Shit I don’t need this now. I wanted to have Jacob. I’m sure I can make this work. I just won’t get attached. “Thanks. ”
“What are you going to do, boss?”
“What I always do. I’m going to make him my toy. Play with him a little and break him.”
He smirked. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, boss.”
“I do.” I grinned evilly. I’m going to make him beg and plead for me to let him go, but I won’t, not until I break him into tiny little pieces, and he won’t want anyone else to touch him or love him because he’s completely broken.
He bowed and left. I had time for a shower and a change of clothes before I headed out to get Jacob. I needed to know what he did at Intel for him to be here in Ireland. It was no f*****g coincidence that he was at my f*****g club.
Jacob was after something. Information maybe, but on what or who? I had to tread carefully and find out. I needed him to trust me.
Once I was ready, I headed out and got in my Ferrari F40 and headed to the hotel where Jacob was staying. After tonight, I would make sure he would come home with me where I can keep an eye on him and see what he leaks to Intel.
I smirk as I pull up, everything is going perfectly. All I had to do was get Jacob to trust me.
I slipped out of my car, closing the door and walked into the hotel asking for Jacob. Almost five minutes later, he exits the lift. He’s wearing a tight black tee-shirt and blue-skin-tight jeans and, damn, he’s hot. I can see every muscle and his six-pack. Damn, the guy must train hard. “Like what you see?′ He smirks.
“Oh I definitely do.” I smirked back, taking him in. “Are you ready to go? I’ve reserved a very private table in the best restaurant here. ”
“I am.”
I smirked, taking his hand and leading him out to the car. I open the door, he smirks at me and gets in. I close the door, jog around the car and slide in belting up before I pull away.
We went to the restaurant, which was opened by yours truly. We were shown to my private room and table. I order wine and advertisers.
“So, Jacob, how long did it take you to travel to get here?”
“Not long. Around four hours.”
I nodded. “Aren’t you tired?”
“A little. I had a few hours this morning after you left, so I’m good.”
I smiled. The drinks are placed down and the advertisers. “So tell me a little about yourself Jacob?”
“There’s not much to tell. I changed my job recently through personal circumstances.”
“And what would they be?”
“My partner and lover screwed me over.”
Damn. I wasn’t expecting that.
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
“No problem when you’re ready.” I said, placing my hand on his. “Just to let you know you’re not the only one who’s been betrayed by someone they loved deeply.” And it’s the truth, one I’ll share with him one day.
He smiled better, grabbing the advertisers and slipping in his mouth, sucking the juices off his fingers and, damn, that went straight to my d**k making it hard. This is going to be one long night of torture.
We both ordered chicken alfresco. And we continue chatting as we eat.
“So, Ciaran. What is it you do for a living?”
“I own my own business, a lot of businesses here in Ireland, actually. The club. And I own this restaurant too.”
He choked, tapping his chest. I think I surprised him and shocked him with that revolution at the same time.
“Sorry. Went down the wrong way.” He said, pounding his chest again. “Well, that was unexpected. I just assumed you had lots of bars and clubs.”
“Both; restaurants, hotels and public houses too. I’m a well known businessman in these parts. I have lots of contacts and employees.”
He nodded. “Do you get involved a lot with all of your ventures?”
“I do. I like to be able to see how well they are going for myself and make sure that changes are made, if need be.”
He nodded. “You’ve got your head screwed in tight.”
“Indeed I have.”
The chatting continued as we ate and drank. “I don’t feel too good.”
“You do look a little pale. I’ll take you home.”
“Okay.”
We pull ourselves up. He stumbles and says he’s feeling a little dizzy. The drug I slipped into his drink is beginning to take effect.
I placed my arm around him and helped him to the exit. “Don’t worry, I have got you.”
“I feel funny. I’ve never felt like this whilst only having a few drinks.”
“It’s okay. I’ll make sure to get you home safely.” I said, making my way over to the car. Little did he know he wouldn't be going back to the hotel but to my home.
I helped him into the car, bundling him in because he was so f*****g out of it he wouldn’t even know what f*****g day it was unless I told him. I jogged around the car. Getting in, pulling off.
I only had one glass of water, and he didn’t even notice as the chatting was flowing. I managed to dip the drug into his drink when he excused himself to go to the bathroom. I will find out who he really is if that’s the last thing I do.
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