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  Detective Jaxson - Biker Troye - Mob Prince Matteo

  J. J. Loraine

  Copyright © 2020 by J. J. Loraine

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  Contents

  Detective Jaxson

  1. Jaxson

  2. Mimi

  3. Jaxson

  4. Mimi

  5. Jaxson

  6. Mimi

  7. Jaxson

  8. Mimi

  9. Jaxson

  10. Mimi

  11. Jaxson

  Biker Troye

  12. Annie

  13. Troye

  14. Annie

  15. Troye

  16. Annie

  17. Troye

  18. Annie

  19. Troye

  20. Annie

  21. Troye

  22. Annie

  23. Troye

  Mob Prince Matteo

  24. Matteo

  25. Luna

  26. Matteo

  27. Luna

  28. Matteo

  29. Luna

  30. Matteo

  31. Luna

  32. Matteo

  33. Luna

  34. Matteo

  Detective Jaxson

  Chapter 1

  Jaxson

  The worst part about being a private detective is all the waiting. The second worst part is that you’re always alone...

  Wait, is that the second worst part or the second BEST part?

  I can’t remember... I like being alone, right?

  I’ve always been a lone wolf. That’s why I got into the private sector. You have more power as a police department detective, but you get paid more privately.

  Maybe it’s time to reconsider, though... I’ve spent the past 4 hours in the driver’s seat of my parked car, waiting for any kind of action, and I’m not getting a single bite.

  Where the hell is this guy!?

  Maybe it’s about time I reconsider my priorities.

  I feel around in my pocket for a lighter, but all I find is the wad of cash my client has paid me in advance.

  That’s right, I remember now. The second-best part of being a private detective is the freedom. The sweet lonely freedom. The BEST part is the money. I’m rolling in it, but it’s not doing me much good tonight.

  Nothing can make my perp move any faster. You can’t buy time. Good thing I have nowhere to go; no one to see.

  I’m a lone wolf and proud of it... or at least I was.

  There’s something missing in my life, though – always has been. I don’t know what, but I can’t help but feel it’s connected to my isolated nature. I’m a good detective, sure, but I can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with me.

  Why can’t I just be happy?

  I give up looking for my lighter. It’s starting to rain. I open up my window to keep it from steaming up. It’s a hot summer night and I’ve got no one to share it with... but that’s for the best. I’ve got a job to do and I can’t have any distractions.

  I put my feet up on the dashboard and sink into my seat, before I can get too comfortable, though, I spot something peculiar... something wonderfully peculiar.

  A figure steps out of the building I’ve been watching. I can’t make out much more than the curvy silhouette standing in the doorway, but I’m immediately put on notice. I straighten up and peer through my open window. A light drizzle is falling now. The curvy silhouette doesn’t seem to mind. She trots out onto the sidewalk and a lone streetlamp lights her up.

  It’s a good thing I didn’t find my lighter, because if I had a lit cigarette in my mouth right now, it would have dropped with my jaw and burned a hole in my jeans.

  There, under the light of the streetlamp, stands the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

  A fresh, porcelain face, with big smooth cheeks and sparkling eyes, stares out into the darkness of the night. Her sundress hugs her curves like a gift. She twirls, absentmindedly in place. She must be waiting for a car -- I hope not one with a boyfriend in it.

  I feel compelled to approach her.

  But what about my job?

  I only hesitate for a second.

  Screw my job.

  I’ve finally cracked the case of what I’ve been missing for all these years.

  Love.

  Chapter 2

  Mimi

  What a beautiful summer night.

  I wish I had someone to share it with...

  It was drizzling when I stepped outside, but I didn’t mind. I just needed some fresh air. I’ve been stuck inside all day trying to get my start-up business off the ground. The cool water dropping from the sky falls on my forehead and eases my tension.

  Still, the stress of being my own boss won’t leave my troubled mind. Don’t get me wrong, I’d rather be struggling alone than under the thumb of some white-collar tyrant, but it’s hard not having any security. If I fail, then I don’t have anything to fall back on. No benefits, no workers’ compensation, no parents, no boyfriend...

  My business is all I have right now, but I’m slowly realizing I just don’t have the necessary capital to get it to where it needs to be.

  I can bake the most delicious pastries all day, but if no one knows I am, then I won’t be able to sell a thing.

  It doesn’t help that I’m not exactly the best sales woman in the world. I’m shy and introverted and would rather just be left alone to bake in peace. I’m a hard worker, and can spend entire days doing nothing other than my job, but hard work alone doesn’t cut it when you’re not making any money off it.

  I sigh and contemplate having a cigarette. It’s been so long since I quit. I started in high school to help calm my nerves from constantly being surrounded by other kids and teachers, but once I realized just how bad they are for you, I forced myself off of them. Like I said, I can be a tough, determined cookie, but what’s the point if it’s all going to come crashing back down on me?

  I seriously consider wandering over to the corner store and buying a pack. I can’t afford it, though... I need to put all my focus and capital into my business. If I can just work for myself, I feel like all my problems will go away. I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it. I’d rather slave away all day for my own goals than casually work towards someone else’s. Call me selfish or a loner or whatever, I don’t care. I just want to do it my way.

  Still, there’s something missing, and it’s not just success... it’s something deeper.

  I realize what it is as the light summer rain falls over my sundress. I don’t actually want to be completely alone. I would like someone else by my side. Someone to share a moment like this with. Someone to love, someone who loves me back...

  But where am I going to ever find someone like that? I lock myself away in my apartment for days on end trying to meet my goals, and when I finally get out, I have no energy or direction.

  What kind of angel could possibly fall for that?

  Maybe I’m going to have to settle for a devil.

  I twirl in the falling rain. The drops are getting heavier. I look up to the dark heavens and let the water rush over my face.

  I guess I should be getting back inside...

  I close my eyes.

  “Hi there,” rumbles a thunderous voice.

  I nearly jump out of my sundress. Who the fuck was that!?

  I open my eyes and look down from the sky.

  In front of me stands the most angelic looking devil anyone could ever imagine. br />
  Tall, dark and handsome with an air of mystery about him. He steams in the hardening rain. Lightning flashes through the sky and lights up his distinguished face.

  I don’t what it is about him, about this moment, but if he’s the devil that I’m about to convert to satanism, because I’ve already fallen for this guy.

  Goddamn, I think I’m in love.

  Chapter 3

  Jaxson

  “Sorry to frighten you, ma’am,” I say, shaking the water off my Stetson.

  We’ve made our way into the front of her apartment building. The storm outside has quickly built to a fever pitch. I look out through the doorway and see my car windows have completely fogged over. Fitting. I’m better off in here than out there.

  She shakes her soaking sundress like a Labrador and I can’t help but drool a little. Her thick thighs flash brighter than any lightning outside. Her long brown hair signals to me like a semaphore flag.

  I feel my pants tightening already.

  Get a hold of yourself Jaxson. You’re supposed to be a professional, no matter how ‘off-the-book’ you’ve become.

  “It’s... I wasn’t scared,” she stumbles.

  I give her a gentle smile. God, she’s even more beautiful up close.

  “Jaxson,” I say. I reach out for a handshake and she obliges.

  Her soft fingers run down my palm and all I can do to keep from quivering is curl my toes. I feel like a gust of wind has just blown every last drop of water off me.

  “Mimi,” she responds. Her cheeks are flushing pink. We make intense eye contact for a brief moment before she looks away.

  Those are good signs. There’s an attraction here. It’s just up to me to make something out of it.

  “It’s a pleasure, Mimi,” I say, letting our touch linger a little longer that what polite society might deem acceptable.

  I don’t take my eyes off of her. She can shy away from my gaze, but I won’t let her out of my sight. I have enough experience with long shifts of doing nothing more than watching – this time, at least, I have something worth keeping my eyes on.

  Soft streams of water run down her fresh face. She looks young, like a college aged student. I went to college too, but I’ve been a working man for a long time now. It’s been 10 years since my last class, but only hours since my last lesson.

  I wonder if this pretty little thing needs to be taught anything?

  “It’s pretty wild out,” she mentions, looking right by me. I let my hand fall from hers and I step to the side. We both watch the storm rage outside. Mimi’s shoulder touches mine and she doesn’t pull away.

  “You’re telling me,” I answer. My mind is working overtime, thinking about what move to make next. I’m good at being slow, but there’s something about Mimi that’s driving me wild, and fast!

  I feel her eyes on me. I turn to her.

  “You’re soaked!” she giggles. I shake my sleeve and water flies from it like from a branch.

  “Think you could lend me a dry towel?” I ask with a grin.

  I study her pretty little face as she considers the proposition. There’s something less than innocent in her eyes. She knows I don’t just want a towel.

  I want her.

  Chapter 4

  Mimi

  I lead Jaxson into my apartment.

  What am I doing!? This is like a prime recipe for danger.

  I don’t exactly live in the best neighbourhood. Some really seedy people frequent these streets, yet I can’t find a hint of malice or bad intentions in Jaxson’s eyes. Well, maybe there’s some trace of bad intentions in his eyes, but it’s the exact kind of trouble I’d like to get myself into.

  He takes off his soaking summer blazer and hangs it on my door. I’m glad my face is still wet, otherwise it might be obvious that I’m drooling over him.

  Jaxson’s wet muscle shirt clings to him like a leaf to a tree trunk in a hurricane. I can see every contour of his absolutely ripped physique. I count a six pack, two giant bulging pecks, and biceps that would put any ancient Greek statue to shame.

  I’ve lived in this apartment for years, but I find myself tripping over every last inch of it as I try to find a towel for the hunky devil in my apartment. He’s just too distracting... not exactly something I need right now... but definitely something I WANT.

  There’s already an insane silent chemistry between us. The sexual tension is intense. I feel crazed. I’ve never done anything remotely like this before. I almost feel like I must be hallucinating.

  Maybe all this isolated hard work is finally getting to me?

  “Nice place,” he bellows out from the living room. His voice is so deep and manly I get chills. I grab a soft towel from my bathroom and make a beeline back to Jaxson. I’m almost half expecting him to have disappeared, but he’s still there, leaning against my couch like a model, as sexy as ever.

  “That’s too kind,” I insist. “Really. This place is a shit-hole. You can say it. We both know it.”

  He chuckles and thunder rumbles off in the distance.

  “Has a nice view,” he says, without taking his eyes off of me.

  I’m feeling more comfortable now that I’m back in my little hermit kingdom. I meet Jaxson’s intense gaze and try to hold it.

  “Nicer now,” I smile.

  His response is to stand tall. A mischievous grin crosses his face. “You like being wet?”

  My legs start to shake. Oh shit, this is going WAY faster than I thought it would.

  You did bring a mysterious, handsome stranger up to your place, Mimi... what were you expecting...?

  I guess I WAS expecting something like this... or at least, I was HOPING.

  I can’t help but bite my lip.

  This is insane.

  “Only in certain company,” I blurt out. I try to play it cool, but I’m completely shocked by my candor. I feel like a character in an old detective movie, somehow smooth as silk and as hot and heavy as post-storm summer night.

  Jaxson steps towards me. “You’re gorgeous.”

  I want to step towards him but my legs are jello. The handsome stranger towers over me; I quiver in his dark shadow.

  I can’t keep my eyes on him anymore. The contact is too intense. I look down to my feet for a little relief.

  Jaxson isn’t letting me have it, though.

  I feel his big, strong fingers gently pinch my chin. He lifts my gaze back up until our eyes meet again. We’re so close now I can feel his hot breath on my forehead. My skin tingles twice as much as usual. Once from the storm raging outside, and again from the storm raging inside.

  I’m safe from the rain in here, but I’m suddenly as wet as ever.

  Chapter 5

  Jaxson

  Sure, the thought crosses my mind.

  There’s a wad of cash in my jacket pocket and it’s not for kissing pretty girls in their little apartments, but I don’t care.

  A job’s a job, they come and they go, but instant love like this only comes around once, and I plan full well on taking advantage of it.

  I have one objective right now and I’m performing it on Mimi’s soft, wet lips.

  She smells like cookie dough and spring flowers. In fact, her whole apartment is filled with the intoxicating scent of baked goods.

  I’m famished. I wrap the curvy girl up in my arms and she wraps her legs around my waist. We tumble like drunk tango dancers until I have her pressed up against her second-floor window. We’re not high up enough to cause any real damage from a fall, so I don’t hold back. My pants are ripping at the seams. I want her to feel what she’s doing to me.

  “Oh, Jaxson...” she sighs into my neck. “This is crazy...”

  I can only grunt in response.

  Mimi starts to nibble on my neck. Her hot breath mixes with the cool glass of her window to send chills of pure arousal down my spine. I open my eyes and gaze out into the storm, my view is quickly fogged up by my breath, though... and when I look down, I see something peculiar.


  A familiar looking figure rushes out the front doors of the apartment building...

  Where do I know that limp from...?

  Oh, shit!

  Is that my guy!?

  My senses suddenly rush back into me. That wad of cash in my jacket pocket IS meaningless – I can always make more money – but the guy skipping freely out into the rain below is NOT unimportant. That’s a bad dude going free right now, and I’M letting him.

  I’m supposed to be the good guy. The lone-wolf anti-hero who doesn’t get distracted by such earthly desires as lust... and love.

  I went into the private sector so I could be on my own, not so I could get attached.

  Still, Mimi’s hot breath of my neck makes it hard to pull away. I’ve had to do some difficult shit in my life, but prying her sexy curves from my heaving body is one of the hardest.

  “What’s the matter?” she asks, looking up at me with doe-eyes I would kill for.

  My eyes flicker back and forth between the fleeing perp and the beautiful girl.

  Luckily for me, the guy seems to be pacing back and forth.

  He’s waiting for someone to pick-him up. If I don’t get to him soon, I might never get another chance.

  “Listen, there’s no time to explain.” I furiously buckle my belt back on. “The short of it is this: I’m a detective; there’s a bad man outside. I need to subdue him and take him to justice. Will you help?”