Chapter Two
Jane sat at the table while looking at the real estate ads when she sat back on the chair and sighed. Being a real estate agent, she thought that she would find a house for her and Charlie by now, but the bank was still skittish about giving her a loan for a new mortgage. She had explained that a gas leak blew up her house, but the man the bank had sent over to inspect the remains of her house couldn't find a trace of a gas leak and Jane growled, tapped the pen on the table.
"Stupid assholes," she muttered when the ping from the lift filled the air and she got up, walking out of the kitchen. She headed down the hallway when something flew past her and she watched the white Bengal tiger come to a halt in front of the lift doors. The doors opened when Peter and Cassandra walked out and Peter patted the tiger's head. The tiger was Peter's familiar and its name was Boe. Boe recently helped him in saving Cassandra from a vampire linked to not only his family, but her family and Peter still had trouble wrapping his head around the fact that his familiar was a white tiger.
"I don't know why you're making such a fuss," Peter said as he walked down the hallway, gave Jane's cheek a kiss then headed for the bar. Jane shrugged as she followed Cassandra down the hallway and the tiger walked beside Jane. Pouring some Midori into a glass, Peter walked to the chair in front of the window when he sat down and placed his left leg over the arm of the chair. Neither of the women cared when he pulled on the crotch of the leather pants until he felt comfortable and Peter saluted them with the glass then sipped on the Midori.
"Peter, someone wants to kill you," Cassandra said while sitting down on the chair across from him and Jane stood next to the chair.
"What are you talking about?" she asked as Peter told her about what happened at the studio and Jane's eyes widened. "Did you call the cops?"
"Oh, please, not you, too," Peter sighed while rolling his eyes and wiggled on the chair a bit. "Look, I get threats like that all the time. Someone gets pissed off that I was flirting with their girlfriend or wife, someone doesn't like my show or someone thinks I stole their act. It's a part of the job."
"You can only die once," Cassandra whispered and he titled his head to one side.
"Yeah, well, the station sent a copy of the email to the hotel and they'll handle it. What I want to do is go upstairs and take a shower," he said as he got up and headed for the stairs. He was half way up when he leaned on the railing and looked down at Cassandra. "Care to join me?"
"No," she said with a shake of her head and he sighed, heading up the stairs. Walking down the hallway, Peter walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. Leaning against the door, he sipped on the Midori while he tried to figure out who he pissed off this time, but his brain couldn't come up with an answer and he sighed, placing the glass on the table near the door. Walking toward the door to the bathroom, he turned the light on as he headed for the toilet and placed the lid down. After getting undressed, Peter turned the water on then stepped into the shower and closed the glass door. The glass fogged over as he started washing his body and the mist from the shower gently floated to the ceiling.
The bathroom door opened while Peter walked toward the bed and tucked the end of the towel in. Sliding onto the bed, he tucked the towel between his legs then picked up his cell phone off the night table and pushed the button. Looking at the screen, he looked at the list of missed calls when he pushed the button and placed the back of his semi damp head against the headboard.
"Beep….Peter, this is Murray. I know you said you would never do Magic Showdown after last time, but the Hard Rock people are breathing down my neck. If you don't show this year then…well, I hope you've made new living arrangements," the voice of his agent said in his ear and Peter's eyes widened. He pushed the button then dialed his agent's number and his heart slammed hard in his chest.
"Hello?" Murray said as Peter tried to calm down and rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb.
"It's me. Are you fucking serious? The Hard Rock is going to fire me if I don't go to Magic Showdown?" Peter asked and head Murray sighing.
"Yeah, I am serious."
"Don't they remember what happened the last time I went?"
"Do you?" Murray asked and Peter looked at the cellphone, nearly seeing Murray smiling.
"Don't fuck with me, Murray."
"Sorry, look, they want your answer. Are you going or not?" he asked and Peter sighed, rolling his eyes.
"It looks like I have no choice," Peter said and crossed one ankle over the other.
"No, you don't."
"Where are they holding it and when do I have to be there?"
"It's being held in New York and…Um…." Murray said and Peter felt his stomach falling. "You have to be there by tomorrow."
"What?" Peter shouted as he sat up then got up and started pacing. "How the hell am I supposed to get my gear, let alone my girls, there by tomorrow?"
"They already shipped your gear last night. Just get you and your girls to New York or…" Murray said and Peter sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I get it!" Peter said then ended the call and looked at the cell phone. Tossing the cell phone on the bed, Peter stormed out of the bedroom when he came down the stairs and Cassandra and Jane looked at him. He stormed toward the hallway while Cassandra got up then followed him and he stood in front of the lift doors, pushing the button.
"Um, Peter, where are you going?" she asked as she moved her fingers along his back and he shivered.
"I just got a call from my agent and…" Peter said as he turned around and she slid her arms around his waist. "He said I have to go to New York or I can say goodbye to all this."
"What?"
"The Hard Rock wants me to go to a show or I'm fired. It's not that I don't want to. It's just that something bad happened the last time I was there. So I have to go downstairs and tell the girls to get packed because we have to be there by tomorrow."
"Are you joking?" she asked when the pinging sound filled the air and the lift doors opened.
"No, I'm not," he said then walked into the lift and she smiled at him. "What?"
"Well, unless you want everyone to get an eyeful, you better get some clothes on," she said as he looked down to see he was still in a towel then smiled, rolling his eyes.
"Holy shit," one of the young women said when they walked out to the tarmac and looked at the private plane waiting to take them to New York. Peter held Cassandra's hand as they walked toward the plane and he swung her hand back and forth. The little staircase led up to the plane as the pilot opened the door and they walked up the little staircase, going inside the plane.
"Now this is what I call classy," Peter said in reference to the tan carpeting, the couches and seats, a plasma television in a cabinet, the dvd player and the selection of movie, the mini bar and the small kitchen and the curtain at the back led to the sleeping area.
"Guess it beats traveling coach," one of the young women said as she went to sit on the chair and buckled the seatbelt. The other young women sat down as Cassandra and Peter sat on the couch and Peter blushed as the flight attendant helped buckle his seatbelt. She was tall with long blonde hair and green eyes and she sweetly smiled at him. Peter coughed when he saw Cassandra glaring at her and he slid his arm around Cassandra's shoulders, gently pulling her toward him. The flight attendant walked away as Peter reached over and buckled Cassandra's seatbelt and she shivered while his fingers moved over her crotch.
"Like that, did you?" he whispered and she nodded her head. A few minutes later the plane moved down the tarmac while the young women looked out the window and Cassandra held onto Peter's hand. He kissed the back of her hand when the plane rose into the air and she shyly smiled at him.
"This is my first time in an airplane," she whispered and he nodded his head. The sign pinged as they unbuckled the seatbelts and Peter got up, walking to the minibar. He knelt down as Cassandra looked at his bottom straining against his jeans and he opened the door to the minibar. Taking out a bottle of Midori, he picked up a glass then poured some of the green liquid into the glass and placed the bottle back into the minibar. Standing up, he walked back to the couch when he sat down and handed her a bottle of water. The young women went to get drinks as they knelt down on the floor in front of them and he sipped on the Midori.
"I can't believe they were going to fire you if you didn't go. Didn't they remember the last time?" one of the young women asked.
'What happened last time?" Cassandra asked and Peter sighed, rolling his eyes.
"I got into a fight," he said and she arched her eyebrows up as her eyes widened. "It wasn't a big deal. There was this asshole stealing tricks and I caught him. He got pissed off and we had a showdown. I won. End of story."
"Do you think he was the one that send you that email?"
"Nah, it's not him," Peter said as he sipped on the Midori.
"It's not?"
"Nope, and the reason I know it's not him is because he's dead."
Manhattan, New York
The blue and red lights blinked on the police cars as the alleyway was blocked on either end by police tape and the police officers stood near the police tape. A blue car pulled up behind the coroner car as the doors opened and two figures got out of the car, heading for the alleyway. One man was tall with short brown hair and brown eyes and the other man was tall with auburn hair with gold and yellow highlights and green eyes and they showed their identification to the police officer. The police officer lifted the police tape as Detective Mark Baker and Detective Seamus Kincaide walked down the alleyway, looking at the forensic officers gathering evidence and taking pictures. They stopped at the crime scene as Dr. Jessie Forest sat back on her legs and smiled when she saw them standing near the dumpster. Doctor Forest was coroner assigned to the scene as she stood up and looked down at the body lying on the ground.
"Hey, Doc," Mark said as she nodded and brushed some of her blonde hair out of her gray eyes.
"Now that's a mess," Seamus said as he looked at the body and felt a little sick.
"Yeah, and we're not sure if that's all of it," Jessie said.
"Got any info on who this is?" Mark asked.
"No, the clothes have been torn to shreds, meaning whatever identification is most likely shredded as well. I'll learn more when I get it back to the morgue," Jessie said and they nodded. Walking back down the alleyway, Seamus looked at Mark as Mark balled his hands into fists and Seamus knew that his partner hated mysteries. As they got back into the car, neither of them noticed something perched on the rooftop and a low growl filled the air.
"Are you sure this is safe?" Cassandra asked as she stood near the small bed at the back of the plane and the soft purr of the engines filled the room.
"Oh yeah," Peter said as he moved the bedding back and smiled back at her. He was wearing only his gray boxers as she felt a blush move over her body and he sat down on the bed. Patting the mattress, he looked at her as she undressed slowly and his erection peeked out of the flap in his boxers. She slowly moved toward the bed when he went to lie on his back and she climbed on top of him. She was just wearing her bra and panties as he watched her slid her hands under his shoulders and kissed his lips. Cupping her head in his hands, he slid his tongue between her lips and she placed her hands on the mattress, gently pushing her body off of him and kissed him deeper. She slid her body up and down his body while his erection bumped against her thighs when she moved back and he smiled up at her. Straddling his hips, she unsnapped the sides of her panties then slid them off and his eyes widened. "Naughty!"
"Yep," she whispered then, with a little help from Peter, removed his boxers, slid his cock inside her and gently rocked back and forth. Peter sighed as he pushed against her when the room shook and she yelped, sliding off of him and laid on top of him. "What was that?"
"Sorry about that, folks, looks like we're in for a little turbulence," the pilot said as Peter softly giggled and she glared at him.
"So much for me joining The Mile High Club," she sighed as Peter arched his eyebrows up and she looked at him. Sitting up, she straddled his hips again and he grinned. The young women softly giggled when they heard Cassandra call out Peter's name then went back to watching the dvd they were watching and the sky darkened outside the windows.