Chapter Eleven
Matt looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, his eyes going to the bottles the blond was removing from his bag and setting onto the table next to the pizza box that Skye had set down. "Vodka?"
Mello nodded, "And SoCo, " catching Matt's confused look "Southern Comfort." He tossed down a baggie that was filled with white powder, "And some other shit." He mumbled.
"Coke?"
"Yeah, why that a problem?" Mello asked, brushing blond fringe from his face as he looked over at Matt.
"Nope. No problem."
Skye joined them, taking a place on the floor as she grabbed a bottle, taking a long drink of the clear liquid straight before handing the bottle to Matt. Mello was making himself busy cutting lines, pausing only to take a drink himself as the bottle was passed to him.
"It's a tradition of sorts," her finger brushed through blond hair, holding it back as Mello bent forward and snorted a line, "get trashed and fuck each other to oblivion."
Matt grabbed a piece of pizza as he spoke."You maybe cute, but your dick is coming no where near my ass Mello."
"Keep telling yourself that Matt." He winked, then laughed at the look of shock that crossed the red heads features. "If you want laid, I can have a girl sent up. I'll even pay. A little treat for a job well done."
Matt thought it over, "The pretty little brunette that I saw with Rod yesterday would be nice. Bitch had a nice rack and body that was built for fucking."
"Beth?" Mello laughed. "Pretty good lay, very vocal. Not great with blow jobs though."
"And Rod's niece." Skye added.
"You fucked the bosses niece?" Matt choked on a piece of pizza.
"Yep, fucked her in the back seat of her daddies car. Rod was fucking pissed for weeks, didn't tell his brother thankfully." Mello smiled at the memory.
"He found out?" he washed a bite of pizza down with a swig of vodka, his mind reeling from the information. This had not been in his file, actually his file had painted him in a manner that had led Matt to believe that the blond was either asexual or closeted.
"He caught us. About damn near castrated me too."
Skye nudged Mello's knee playfully, "Settled on him getting snipped instead."
Mello handed her the straw, rubbing her back as she took her turn with the coke. "Benefited me of course. Rod demanded it to keep me from getting killed by an angry father, instead it just made me much more attractive to their daughters."
Skye wiped her nose, snickering. "Fuck Mello and no worries about little surprise bastards nine months later."
"Ahh, so that's why ya fuck him."
"Big cock that stuffs me full." She leaned against Mello, one of her hands slipping to his crotch to cup him."
"You hurt me, I always thought it was my gentlemanly charm."
Matt sat back, watching them. He himself only indulging in a little when the straw was passed to him, preferring to indulge in alcohol. Explaining that coke made him too on edge. As the night wore on the the floor became littered with liquor and beer bottles, and the coke long gone was replaced by weed as the three of them celebrated Matt's first hit for the gang.
Matt watched passively, mind and body numbed by the alcohol and drugs as Mello drunkenly talked Skye into performing a lap dance. She gave into his request, ignoring the redheads presence as she straddled the blonds lap, grinding against him, body moving to the beat of the music that Mello had flipped on for this.
He belatedly wished he had taken the blond up on the offer of a whore as he watched Mello slip his hands up under her skirt, his lips tasted the skin of her neck. As his eyes slid closed, the last image Matt was treated to before he lost consciousness was Mello sliding off her tank top, head bent to lick her bared breasts as her fingers worked on the blonds belt.
XxXxX
He was startled awake the next afternoon by a slap to his face.
"You alive?" Through slitted eyes he could just make out the image of Mello, sitting on the floor next to him as the blond pulled on socks.
Matt groaned, arm cover his face as the full force of his hangover hit him. His mouth was dry, tongue tripping over the words as he spoke "What time is it?"
"Five." Mello stood up, lending a hand to Matt as he tried to sit up. "PM, not AM. Didn't know you were such a light weight." He added chuckling.
"Tis not," Matt responded, settling back against the couch as his eyes searched for much needed nicotine. He mumbled a thanks as Mello handed him a cigarette. His mind cleared a little as the nicotine flooded his system, he looked around the room snorting when his eyes fell onto Skye, still passed out on the bed.
"You make fun of me, look at her."
Grabbing his boots, Mello winked. "She'll be out of it for awhile, got rode kind of hard last night."
Matt crinkled his nose in mock disgust, flicking ashes in his direction. "I don't need to know about your adventures in perversion with underage pussy, especially if said acts were performed while I was passed out a few feet from you and missed the show."
Mello roared with laughter, tossing Matt his boots to put on. "Maybe next time. Come on, Rod wants to talk with you. Seems as if you made an impression."
Matt slipped his feet into them, leaving them unlaced since he didn't trust his fingers to work. "Don't know why, all I did was shoot a man. Simple job if you ask me."
"I'll let him explain everything."
XxXxX
As they entered the room. Rod Ross sat back on the couch, hand resting behind his head as he acknowledged them with a curt nod.
"Please, sit down. Mello here tells me that you did very good last night."
Matt took a seat close to the door, old habits die hard and when you often find yourself in situations where a hasty exit is needed to tend to stick close to windows and doors.
"I only did as I was instructed." Matt lit a cigarette, blowing smoke in the direction of where Mello was perched on the edge of a table.
Rod nodded, Matt noticing how the older mans eyes kept looking him over, sizing him up. He felt his heart rate increase a little under the intense scrutiny. He had been in the company of dangerous men before, but this was different. None of the men he had encountered before had someone with Mello's intellect advising them.
"So you have taken a life before then?" Rod leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees as he stared at him.
Matt nodded slowly. "A few times."
"Good, good. So you are no stranger to the job. Always a gun?"
Matt shrugged, exhaling smoke "Guns, car bombs, poison, even garotted a man."
Mello and Rod shared a quick glance, then the blond approaching Matt slowly as he spoke.
"We have another job for you. A little rat that needs exterminated. Two men in as many days is tough on anyone. Makes the blood on your hands that much more vivid." Mello slipped an arm over his shoulder leaning close to ear. "Also makes it rougher when the job can't be done quickly, when information needs to be exchanged, even tortured from them."
Matt brushed the blonds arm off him, "Are you doubting my ability to remain loyal to our deal?"
"Questioning might be a better description. I wonder if your bought loyalty can stand strong in the face of seeing a former associate writhe in agony as you kill them."
